Chapter Sixteen
Colter
We’d never get a chance to know how nice it would be to intentionally wake up curled up together.
Sugar decided to take that away from us, hopping up on the bed, then walking closer to stand over us with a confused look.
“Ow,” Dylan grumbled as Sugar pawed at her. “Down, girl,” she said, her voice sleepy.
But Sugar, who usually obeyed, wasn’t having it.
She let out a whine and nudged her again.
“Is she alerting you?” I asked.
“Maybe,” she said, grumbling as she moved away from me. “Okay, I heard you, girl,” she said, softening her voice as Sugar nudged her again while she slid off the bed and walked over toward her kit.
“Low?” I asked, folding up.
“I mean a little. She’s being a little dramatic,” she said, grabbing her bottle of glucose tablets and tossing one into her mouth. “How are those things?”
“They’re chalky. Like antacid tablets. You get used to them, though.”
“Should probably get you some breakfast,” I said, glancing at the clock.
“I have to—” she started, only to be interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Give me my dog,” Syn called through the door, making a surprised smile spread across Dylan’s face.
The dog in question ran toward the door, tail wagging.
“One sec,” Dylan called, grabbing Sugar’s leash, then attaching it. “Thanks for this,” she said as she passed him the leash. “I wasn’t ready to walk her yet.”
“I like the walks,” Syn said.
I bet he did.
After years living in a storage unit, afraid of being seen by Saint’s old enemies and taken out, it probably felt good to be able to roam. And have an excuse to do so, like Sugar.
“Thanks,” Dylan said before closing the door.
She turned back to me, leaning against the door.
I went ahead and looked back.
She was different right then.
The golden morning light spilled through the room, making some copper highlights visible in her dark hair. Free of makeup, her face looked softer. And the light-colored nightgown was sweet and feminine and, despite being completely shapeless, somehow sexy.
When my gaze made it back to her face, I found her still glancing at me, something in her eyes I couldn’t quite name.
Then she was moving, pushing away from the door and coming to the foot of the bed.
Her gaze held mine as she lifted up her skirt, then moved to kneel on the bed.
Then she lowered her hands too, crawling up the bed over my body.
It was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen.
She stopped too quickly, too far away from me still.
But then her hands were going out, pulling the waistband of my pajama pants down.
“Dylan…”
Her gaze flicked up to me.
But there it was.
The hunger.
The need.
There was nothing obligatory about this.
She wanted it.
So I didn’t stop her when she lowered down, when she sucked me into her mouth.
I just gathered her hair, watched, and fucking enjoyed.
My hips bucked as she sucked downward, dragging a groan out of me and a moan from her, the sound vibrating around my cock.
I let her go for a few moments, relishing the pleasure almost as much as her enthusiasm. Because, fuck, she put her whole heart into it.
“Come here,” I demanded, tugging on her hair until I slipped from between her lips.
She looked up at me, eyes cloudy with desire as she moved to straddle my waist. “Why’d you stop me?” she asked, her voice thick with need. Then she reached for my free hand, taking my wrist. “I wanted to. See?” she asked, pressing my hand between her thighs.
She was right.
She was soaked just from going down on me.
My fingers slipped into her panties, stroking up her cleft to find her clit, then working it in torturously slow circles.
Her hips rocked as her head fell back, her breath coming fast.
“Colter,” she whimpered, voice desperate.
I pressed my thumb into her clit as my two fingers shifted down to slip inside her.
Fuck, the sound that escaped her nearly stripped me of my self-control right then.
Her hands shifted down, gathering up her skirt again, but this time pulling all the way up until she tossed it to the side.
“Fuck,” I groaned as my gaze slid over her.
Whatever I’d been imagining (and I’d been doing a lot of that), it paled in comparison to what was right in front of me.
“I need to taste you again,” I said, fingers sliding out of her.
The sound she made was both a moan and a grumble at the same time.
“Come up here,” I demanded, hands sinking into her ass as I moved to lay flat and pulled her until she was straddling my face. “Sit,” I demanded, pulling her down.
Her moan was long and deep as her thighs shook.
It wasn’t long before she was rocking against me, chasing the sensation of my tongue, trying to drive herself to that edge more quickly.
Until, suddenly, she lifted up.
“What…” I started.
But then she was moving, turning, and lowering back down again, but this time facing my feet so she could suck me back into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I groaned before I grabbed her ass and pulled her fully down again, working her as she did the same for me.
And as I did, as the pleasure bloomed through her, she moaned around me, intensifying the sensations.
My fingers slid inside her again, stroking fast and deep. And she matched her rhythm to mine.
Until we were both at that edge.
Until we were both tense and shaking.
She got me there first, sucking me deep, and swallowing.
Then she came with me, crying out against my thigh.
She’d just managed to drop down at my side on the bed when I heard the jingle of Sugar’s collar coming down the hall.
“You gotta get up,” I told her, slapping her ass as I jumped up and yanked my pants up my legs.
“Not possible,” she grumbled.
Won’t lie, I liked that.
Good ego stroke to start the day with.
I strode through the connecting door, closing it, then quickly opening my door.
“Hey,” I called to Syn just as he got to Dylan’s door. “She passed back out. I’ll take Sugar.”
“She not gonna come down to breakfast?”
“I’ll wake her up after I feed Sugar.”
“We’ll save you seats,” he said, handing me the leash.
“Had a good walk, huh?” I asked as she ran to the connecting door, wanting to go through to get her water.
“Those legs gonna start working soon?” I asked after feeding Sugar. I sat down on the bed where she was still curled on her side, running a hand up the slope of her side.
“Doesn’t this place have room service?” she grumbled, rolling over onto her back.
And, fuck, I went ahead and enjoyed the view for a moment.
“Think they do,” I agreed, leaning down to run my tongue around her nipple.
The little shiver that moved through her had me moving across her chest to tease her some more.
“But then Saint and Syn are gonna have questions. Might show up at the door…”
“Stop making good points when you’re doing… that,” she moaned as I flicked her nipple with my tongue.
“We got all day,” I said. “We can’t go back to the clubhouse until tonight. Throw some clothes on. We’ll eat. Then… we can find a way to occupy the day.”
Except, of course, fucking Saint ruined those plans by insisting that I come back to his room because the cameras had been picking up feeds all night and Rook had been running down some leads and wanted to talk to us.
Dylan said nothing, just pouted into her eggs and sausage.
As much as I did want to spend the day in bed with her, I couldn’t help but wonder if the constant interruptions were maybe a good thing. Because each day, she seemed to be letting me in more, getting comfortable with being close to me, wanting intimacy from me.
When she called me the night before, the last thing I expected was for her to ask me to stay with her. Just to sleep. I mean, yeah, what she was actually asking for was cuddling, but I figured she was a ways off from being comfortable saying something like that.
“We can take Sugar to the park again,” Syn suggested, making Dylan let out a whimpering sound. “Not up to it?” he asked.
“I don’t think I’ve walked as much in my whole life as much as I have since we came here,” she admitted, pushing her food around her plate.
“I don’t mind taking her by myself. And there was a pet store on the way back. They have self-service baths. We could stop there and get cleaned up, right?” he asked, sneaking a piece of bacon down to the dog.
“This is because I wouldn’t let you get a dog when we were younger, isn’t it?” Saint asked, shaking his head.
“I asked for one for every holiday and birthday,” Syn told Dylan.
“And when we were young, we didn’t have enough food to feed ourselves, let alone a dog. Then when we did, we didn’t have the time or the kind of schedule that would be fair to a dog,” Saint reasoned.
“Maybe this is good practice,” Dylan said. “And when you get back to Shady Valley, you could look into getting one for yourself.”
“Maybe,” Syn said, shrugging.
“You want to head up now?” Saint asked me when I finished the last of my food. “I’m sure Rook has been up all night and could use some sleep.”
“Yeah, let’s get it over with.”
Not because I really gave a fuck about the mission right then. But because I wanted to get back to Dylan as quickly as possible.
“We’re gonna head out too,” Syn said as we got up. “Before it gets too hot out.”
I glanced back as I followed Saint out of the room, seeing Dylan sitting there alone, her gaze out the window, a faraway, sad look on her face.
“Shit. Forgot my phone at the table,” I told Saint when we reached the elevator bank. “I’ll meet you up there.”
“Alright,” he agreed as I turned back to the breakfast room, made a beeline for Dylan, tilted her head back, and kissed her for a long moment.
When I pulled back, her eyes fluttered open.
That sad look was gone.
“Forgot to do that,” I said.
With nothing else, I walked back out and went upstairs to do the call with Saint and Rook.
Which went on about half an hour longer than I wanted it to. And I wasn’t even sure how much of it I committed to memory.
But, eventually, I made my way back to the room.
I barely got the door closed behind me before Dylan was leaping up into my arms, the surprise of it making me fall back against the door, my hands going to her ass to hold her up even as her lips claimed mine.
I guess she missed me.