Chapter 31
Dylan saunters into the living room, and every pair of eyes lock onto her. She’s wearing a little black dress that hugs her curves like a second skin, showing off miles of tanned legs and just a hint of cleavage. I try to keep my jaw from dropping. That dress should be illegal.
Damn, she looks hot.
But that’s not new news. This woman looks hot in her cute little pyjamas. In a tank top and shorts. She was wearing a fucking cat onesie earlier today, of all things, and she was adorable. In her rugby gear she makes me swoon, even with her scrum cap on. Especially with her scrum cap on. Ugh, I have issues. She has me sucked in.
But tonight, there’s an air about her. She’s radiating some kind of sensual energy that I can’t quite put my finger on. It goes beyond the way she’s done her makeup, with her smoky eyes and her glossy red lips that I can imagine wrapped around my cock… in fact, there’s nothing I’d like more than to see that red tint smeared all over it. It’s not just her outfit that’s leaving me weak. Or the heels, which I haven’t seen her in before, tilting her calves in a way that makes my cock twitch.
My mouth goes dry as she spins on her heel, giving us a slow, tantalizing view of her body. The urge to peel that dress off her and run my hands over every inch of her smooth skin is almost overwhelming.
“Well?” She arches a brow, her plump lips curving into a teasing smirk. “Are we going or what?”
“Going where?” Noah croaks out, his eyes glued to the sway of her hips, as if he’s forgotten the evening’s plans. I can’t really blame him for this onset of amnesia.
Dylan laughs, the sound like velvet and sin. “Weren’t you boys taking me out for drinks tonight?”
Oh right, drinks. How could I forget? We’d suggested a workout, but Dylan had other plans which involved getting us to show her one of the latest cocktail spots.
Dylan sidles up to me, her perfume invading my senses, and slides a hand down my chest. “You’re not getting cold feet now, are you, Jayden?”
My heart kicks into overdrive as her fingers brush over my abdomen, making my muscles twitch. “Never.”
Our gazes lock, and the heat in her eyes promises that tonight will be a night to remember.
My body tightens in anticipation.
Dylan smiles, slow and predatory, fully aware of the effect she has on me. “Good. Then take me out for a night on the town, boys.”
She spins on her heel again, grabbing her clutch from the table, and strides out the front door.
The rest of us scramble to follow, tripping over ourselves in our haste.
Tonight is going to be fun.
We pile into Noah’s SUV, Dylan sliding into the middle seat between me and Killian. As Noah starts the engine and pulls out onto the road, she rests a hand on my thigh, her fingers dancing teasingly over the inseam of my jeans.
My muscles tense, heat pooling low in my gut.
Her touch is casual, almost innocent, but the glint in her eyes tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing.
Dylan leans in close, her breath warm against my ear. “You look tense, Jayden. Do I make you nervous?”
A shudder runs down my spine at the husky note in her voice. I turn my head to find her gaze locked on my mouth, her pink tongue darting out to wet her already glossy lips.
“Should I be nervous?” My own voice comes out rough with want.
“Not yet.” She winks. “The night is still young.”
Dylan shifts closer until our thighs are pressed together, and her hand slides higher up my leg.
My hips jerk in response, my cock straining against the zipper of my jeans.
Noah glances over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing at the intimate position we’re in. “Hey, no touching until we get to the bar. I don’t want you two distracting me while I’m driving.”
Dylan pouts but removes her hand, much to my disappointment. “You’re no fun at all, Noah.”
“The fun hasn’t even started yet,” he retorts with a smirk. “But we’ll get there faster if you keep your hands to yourself for the next ten minutes.”
Dylan huffs but settles back into her seat, the warmth of her body still seeping into mine. The anticipation for what’s to come buzzes through my veins, setting my blood on fire.
Tonight is definitely going to be a night to remember.
The other guys chat and joke around, but I can’t focus on anything but the warmth radiating from Dylan’s body. Her perfume envelops me, something floral and light that makes me want to bury my nose in her neck. Normally, it annoys me when girls wear perfume—it’s usually cloying and sickly and makes me want to aggressively scrub myself in the shower. But I feel like Dylan could bathe in toilet water right after I took a dump and I’d be into it. Fuck, I really do have issues.
When we arrive at the club, Dylan steps out of the car. The slit in her dress parts to reveal a glimpse of black lace panties.
I swallow hard, my pants suddenly feeling way too tight. I discreetly adjust myself. This is going to be a long night. Dylan wants to prove she’s one of the guys? In that outfit, she’s proving she’s very much not. And at this rate, she’ll get a lot more than she bargained for.
Tonight, I’m going to mess with her until she’s desperate for release. And when I finally give it to her, she’ll be screaming my name.
Dylan has no idea what’s coming for her. But she will soon.
We walk into the club, the pounding music vibrating through my chest. The moment we enter, I feel eyes on us. I’m sure we stand out—three massive rugby players and the hottest woman who has ever set foot in this establishment, no doubt about it.
I’m instantly overwhelmed by a sense of protectiveness, and maybe a hint of jealousy, as I notice men’s gazes roving all over Dylan’s curvy, athletic body.
Noah and Killian immediately head to the bar.
Dylan starts to follow them, but I grab her wrist, tugging her back against me.
She stumbles, her ass pressing into my crotch.
I grit my teeth as my cock strains against my jeans. “Where do you think you’re going?” I growl into her ear.
She whirls around, her eyes flashing. “What are you doing? Let go of me.”
“I don’t think so.” I pull her closer, grinding my hips into hers. She sucks in a sharp breath, and I feel the tremor that runs through her body. “You’ve been teasing me all night. Did you really think I wasn’t going to do something about it?”
“I haven’t been teasing you, and it’s only the start of the night,” she protests, but her voice is breathy. She licks her lips, and I zero in on the glimpse of pink tongue again. What I’d give to feel that swirling around the tip of my hungry cock.
“Liar.” I fist my hand in her hair and crush my mouth to hers. She gasps, and I take advantage, thrusting my tongue into her mouth.
She kisses me back hungrily, her hands sliding up my chest to loop around my neck.
I lead her across the room to a secluded corner and walk her backwards until she’s pressed against the wall, my body pinning hers in place.
One of my hands slides down to grip her ass, kneading the firm muscle. The other slips between our bodies, trailing up the slit in her dress until I reach the edge of her panties.
She jerks as my fingers brush her clit through the thin fabric, a strangled moan escaping her.
I rub slow, teasing circles, feeling her slick heat through the lace. Her head falls back, her lips parting, as her hips rock into my touch.
I grin against her neck. “Still want to pretend you don’t want this?”
“Please,” she gasps out. “Jayden... we just got here. We’re in public…”
“Tell me what you want,” I demand hoarsely. My own need is raging, my cock straining against my zipper, but I won’t give in until she begs.
I glance around to make sure my massive frame is completely hiding hers from view. Once I confirm we’re all clear, I reach down and slide a finger under her panties, dipping into her wetness.
She cries out, her inner walls clenching around me.
“Tell me,” I repeat, “or I’ll stop right now.”
Dylan glares at me, her cheeks flushed, but surrender flickers in her eyes. She licks her lips again and takes a shuddering breath. “I want you to fuck me.”
I chuckle, withdrawing my hand to grab her hips and grind against her. “Not good enough.”
She growls in frustration, nails biting into my shoulders. “Dammit, Jayden, I want your cock inside me right now!”
“There, was that so hard?” I tease.
I take her by the hand and head in the direction of the restroom. She deserves a million times better than the bathroom stall of an upscale club, but now’s not the time to be choosy.
The electricity between us has overtaken us both.
My cock springs free and I shove her panties aside, sliding into her slick heat in one hard thrust.
We both groan at the sensation.
She’s scorching and wet, gripping me like a velvet vice. I pause for a moment, savoring the feel of her, before starting up a punishing rhythm.
Our moans mingle as I pound into her, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the empty hall.
Her head falls back again, her lips parted in a silent scream.
I duck my head to close my teeth over the cord of muscle in her neck, sucking hard.
She clenches around me, her inner walls rippling.
I grip her hips tighter, angling to hit that sweet spot deep inside. “Come for me, Dylan.” My voice is rough, strained. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
With a cry, she shatters around me. I thrust wildly a few more times before joining her, spilling deep inside her warmth.
We stay there for a long moment, panting harshly against each other.
Finally I lift my head, meeting her gaze.
Her eyes are hooded, her lips swollen from my kisses. She licks those lips. “Still think this was a mistake?”
I smirk. “I never said that.” Then I swoop in for another searing kiss. Eventually, I pull back, still buried deep inside her.
Our ragged breaths mingle in the scant space between us.
Dylan’s eyes are shut, her face flushed with lingering pleasure. She’s beautiful like this, her lips parted and wanting.
I can’t resist ducking my head to capture that mouth again, teasing her with light brushes of my lips.
She makes a sound of protest, but her hands come up to grip my shoulders, keeping me close.
I chuckle against her mouth. “Thought you were annoyed with me.”
One eye opens to glare at me. “I still am, you infuriating man.” Her hips lift, taking me deeper. We both groan. “But I also want you again. Now.”
Heat flares in my gut at the lust in her tone. “Bossy.” I nip at her jaw, hands sliding down to grip her ass. “I like it.”
Without warning, I pull out of her, ignoring her cry of protest, and spin her around to face the wall. I kick her feet apart and thrust back inside her, setting a punishing pace.
She cries out, bracing her hands against the wall.
I lean over her, blanketing her body with mine.
Our harsh breaths echo through the hall along with the slap of skin.
We ignore the knocking that suddenly starts from the outside. “Is this occupied?” A voice calls out from the door.
“Yep, and it will be for a while. Find somewhere else,” I yell in a warning tone.
The knocks stop.
“Is this what you wanted?” I growl against her ear. My hips piston wildly, chasing the tight coil of pleasure in my gut. “To be fucked like this, hard and fast against the wall in a club, you dirty little slut?”
“Yes,” she gasps. Her fingernails scrape against the wall, her hips rocking back to meet my every thrust. “God yes, Jayden. Just like that.”
The coil snaps and I come with a shout, pumping into her depths once again.
She follows after a few more thrusts, her inner walls clenching like a vice around my cock.
We stay there a long moment, trembling against each other as we catch our breath.
I press a kiss to the nape of her neck and straighten, pulling out of her warmth.
She turns around, her eyes hooded and lips swollen. Reaching out, she hooks a finger through my belt loop and tugs me close. “I’m still annoyed with you,” she says, but there’s no heat behind the words.
I smirk, brushing a stray hair back from her face. “Duly noted.”
I kiss her once again, and we adjust our clothes. She looks just as hot as before. In fact, her slightly tousled appearance and the afterglow of our spontaneous fuck have left her hotter than ever. I’m going to really have to keep an eye on her for the rest of the evening.
Without another word, I take her by the hand and guide her out of the bathroom, past a line of impatient people, some of whose jaws drop as they see us both leaving the room.