13. Everyone Knows the Score
THIRTEEN
EVERYONE KNOWS THE SCORE
L ily
I wake up with a pounding headache, my skull feeling like it's caught in a slowly tightening vice. Groaning, I squeeze my eyes shut against the light filtering into the bus. After a few, minutes nothing changes, and I resign myself to the inevitable. Slowly, I crack my eyes open, blinking away tears as they adjust to the brightness. I'm still in Dylan's bunk, and the memories of last night flood back, making my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
I confessed the kiss with Jax in front of everyone. I cringe, remembering the dares, the kisses—how my stomach fluttered with each one. How I wanted each one. What was I thinking? I never drink much, and those beers hit me harder than I expected.
Next to me, Dylan stirs. His eyes open, locking onto mine with a slow, teasing smile spreading across his face despite my obviously hungover state. I don’t even want to know what I look like right now.
"Good morning, sunshine," he murmurs, his voice husky with sleep. "How's your head?"
I groan again, ignoring the flutter caused by his husky morning voice and choosing to bury my face in my hands. Maybe if I stay here long enough, everyone will forget about last night. Dylan chuckles, and I can feel his gaze heavy on me even through my hands. I give up all hopes of spontaneous amnesia. "Feels like I got hit by a truck. I don’t usually drink that much."
Dylan snorts, propping himself up on one elbow. "I could tell. You only had a couple beers last night and were pretty out of it. But don’t worry, you didn’t do anything too embarrassing."
Peeking at him through my fingers, my face still hot, I mumble, "Except for confessing my kiss with Jax in front of everyone, including him."
He shrugs, that charming smile of his softening into something more genuine. "Well, yeah. But we all have our moments. Besides, I think the kisses made up for it, at least for me." He winks and somehow it looks sexy. Who am I kidding? Everything about this man, all of these men, is sexy.
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I sigh. "Yeah, about that..."
Before I can finish, Dylan leans in, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and captures my lips in a kiss—slow, deep, and full of heat. His hand slides down my body, brushing against my breasts, making me gasp as a jolt of electricity runs through me. I moan softly into his mouth, my body instinctively responding to his touch. Dylan deepens the kiss, his tongue teasing mine while his hand explores, sending waves of pleasure that make my heart pound against my chest.
When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with desire. "You're so damn beautiful," he murmurs, slipping his hand under my shirt to cup my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple in a way that makes me shiver.
"Dylan," I whisper, my voice trembling with need. Every thought that isn’t about him has been wiped from my brain. His drugging kisses are making my thoughts slow and hazy. All I can think about is the next kiss, the next caress.
He smiles, kissing me again, this time with more urgency. My shirt is off in seconds, his own shirt following right after. His muscles ripple under his skin as he moves, and for a moment, he just looks at me, his gaze intense. "God, Lily," he breathes, lowering himself until our bare chests brush together, the contact sending sparks through my body. "You're stunning."
A thought tries to niggle into my brain, to slow down, stop. This is too much, too fast with a random rockstar you barely know. But then his hands roam over my skin, both gentle and possessive, as he kisses his way down my neck, nipping at the sensitive spots that make me gasp. His mouth finds my breast, sucking lightly, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core, and the thought of stopping him flees.
"Dylan, please," I beg, not even sure what I’m asking for, just knowing I need more.
He lifts his head, his eyes burning with intensity. "What do you want, Lily?"
"I... I don’t know. Just... more," I admit, biting my lip as my body aches for his touch.
Dylan grins, kissing me again as his hand slides down, teasing the waistband of my pants. "I can do that."
When his fingers slip beneath the fabric, anticipation floods me. I’ve never felt like this before—so completely consumed by desire. His touch is fire, igniting every nerve in my body. He slowly slides my pants down, leaving me in just my panties. His eyes take in the sight of me, darkening with hunger, before his hand continues its journey, slipping off the last scrap of fabric between us and barring me to his gaze. Dylan pauses for a brief second, his eyes skimming down my body, then his fingers find my most sensitive spot, and I gasp, my hips arching toward him.
"Dylan," I breathe, my hands gripping his shoulders, holding on as the pleasure builds with each circle of his fingers against my nub.
I moan and he kisses me again, silencing the sound as his fingers move expertly. He makes my breath hitch with each stroke, using my wetness to slide with increasing quickness that drives me higher and higher. "You're so beautiful, Lily. I want to make you feel good."
He latches onto my left nipple, sucking against the sensitive skin while his fingers continue circling. The pleasure inside me builds, my body trembling with need. I can feel his arousal pressing against my side, adding to the heat between us. My hands roam over his body, feeling the hard muscles beneath his skin, every touch making me more desperate for him.
"Dylan, I'm close," I gasp, my body tightening with anticipation.
He releases my nipple and kisses me deeply, his fingers working faster, driving me to the edge. "Let go, Lily. I want to see what you look like when you come." His words send me spiraling over the edge, and I cry out, my body shattering with pleasure. I cling to him, nails digging into his skin as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me, driven higher by the lazy strokes he continues against my slick center.
When my body stops shuddering, Dylan rolls on top of me, poised at my entrance with his eyes locked on mine. “Is this okay?” He whispers.
I nod, my eyes skimming over the tensed muscles in his arms as he holds himself over me. "Dylan," I whisper, looking up at him, my heart still racing and the feeling of pleasure still zipping through my veins like a drug. "I want to feel you." I reach down, my hand wrapping around him, feeling the heat and hardness of his thick length. His skin is silky smooth, as I slip my hand up and down his length, my fingers barely connecting as they wrap around him. He groans, his hips thrusting into my hand.
He uses my hand to guide himself to my entrance. "Lily," he murmurs, his voice strained with need. "I need to be inside you."
Those words cause an ache deep in my core, which Dylan doesn’t hesitate to fill after I nod my consent. He enters me slowly, carefully, and I gasp at the sensation, feeling him stretch and fill me. He pauses, giving me a moment to adjust, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Lily," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. "You feel so good."
He kisses me again without giving me a chance to respond, his hands exploring every inch of my body, the heat between us building once more. Our bare chests press together, the friction against my bare nipples sending shivers down my spine. I moan, my hips moving against him, urging him to continue. He responds, his movements slow and deep, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me.
My pleasure builds as he hits a spot deep inside my core, sliding against it again and again with his slow, leisurely strokes. I groan, feeling so close, yet so far, and Dylan slides his hand between us, returning to circle my nub while sliding in and out of me. I gasp and he offers a wicked smirk before fusing his mouth to mine. He increases the pace of his thrusts and strokes until I’m panting for breath against his lips.
"Dylan," I gasp, my body trembling. "I'm close again."
His movements become even more urgent, as he whispers against my lips, "Me too, Lily. Come with me."
With his words, I let go, pleasure crashing over me again. I cry out, my body tightening around him as he follows me over the edge, his release shuddering through him with a low groan. It’s such a sexy sound. We cling to each other, our bodies trembling with the aftershocks. As we slowly come down from the high, Dylan kisses me softly, his hand gently stroking my hair back from my face. "You're amazing," he murmurs.
I blush, feeling both vulnerable, now that the pleasure haze was wearing off, and also a bit exhilarated. "That was... incredible." A part of me wants to ask him a million questions, like what’s next? And what does this mean? But I hold off, deciding to stay in the moment for now and deal with everything else later.
Dylan rolls us over, sliding out from inside of me as he tucks me against his side. I rest my head against his chest, listening to the slowing beat of his heart. His hand continues to stroke me, moving across my back, soothing and comforting, grounding me in this moment that feels almost surreal. We lay there, wrapped up in each other, the world outside fading away.
Just as I begin to drift back to sleep, a loud crash from the front of the bus startles us both. Dylan jolts against me as my eyes pop wide open. We pull apart, breathless and flushed, as one of the guys starts cursing.
"Damn it," Dylan mutters, running a hand through his hair.
I can’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling up from my throat despite the interruption to my almost nap. "Guess it’s time to get up.”
He grins, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. "Looks like it."
We both quickly pull on our clothes, and I still feel the lingering connection between us. Dylan climbs out of the bed first, then helps me out and gestures towards the bathroom, letting me head in first. As I step inside, closing the door for some privacy from the rest of the bus, I finally let my brain run over everything that happened between us and I can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation.