Elliot #3
“You think telling her you know she’s up to something with your dad was a good idea?” Rhonan asks.
I shrug. I know I shouldn’t have shown my cards to Tori right away, but fuck, the woman just won’t stop.
And she wouldn’t stop trying to allude to the truth of mine and Dilynne’s relationship.
So, the only thing I could think of was to throw her dishonesty right back in her face.
“Probably not, but I hope I made a point.”
“She was right about one thing, though,” Rhonan says, pulling Fletcher’s and my attention to him.
“What do you mean?”
“You aren’t as affectionate with Dilynne as you were with her,” he clarifies.
Leaning closer to him, I lower my voice. “It’s kind of hard to touch her like that in front of our friends, especially her brother.”
“But you should,” he counters, a smirk appearing on his lips. “In fact, I think you showing her affection in front of everyone you’re close to would help sell the arrangement even more.”
Fletcher’s grin grows as he nods. “Yeah, I think Rhonan is right. Plus, it’s the perfect excuse to see if your feelings for her are reciprocated.”
My eyes bounce back and forth between them. “You realize that Dilynne could potentially castrate me if I kissed her the way I wanted to in front of everyone, right?”
Rhonan shrugs. “Maybe, maybe not. Only one way to find out, isn’t there?”
There’s a hint of a challenge in his voice and before I can talk myself out of it, I head toward the main building, feeling them right behind me, itching to get back to my friends, my real family, and Dilynne.
My blood is humming as I cross the courtyard, admiring the people around me whose lives seem so much simpler—no deceit, no anxiety, no feelings threatening to overtake you or lust you don’t know how to deal with.
My mind keeps repeating her name over and over as I march toward the building.
Get to Dilynne.
Touch Dilynne.
Kiss Dilynne.
Show Tori and everyone else that you aren’t afraid, that maybe what you’re feeling isn’t wrong.
When I walk through the door, the first thing I hear is Dilynne’s laughter.
She’s holding a glass of wine, smiling from ear to ear, talking with Vienna, Elodie, and Laney.
Her red top clings to her torso, her black shorts hang low on her hips, and the strongest urge to rip that bandana off her head and free her hair from that messy bun overwhelms me.
She’s fucking gorgeous. Tempting. A siren with a bold mouth that I want to taste.
And I’m tired of holding myself back.
As soon as I hear the door open behind me signaling that Fletcher and Rhonan followed me, a switch flips. I close the distance between us, feeling the boys watching me from the corner of my eye, but my gaze is focused on Dilynne.
Fuck it.
It’s time to see if everything I’ve been feeling is just lust or something more.
Sliding up behind her, I wrap my arm around her waist and whisper in her ear, “I need to talk to you.”
Her face twists to the side to face me. “I’m kind of busy.”
“This can’t wait.”
“What could possibly be so urgent?”
I grab her wine glass from her hand, giving it to Laney. “Can you hold this please?”
Her eyes go wide. “Okay…”
“Elliot!” Dilynne chastises me as I take her by the hand and lead her off to the side of the room, pinning her up against the wall. “What the hell has gotten into you?”
“You have, woman,” I grate out before crashing my mouth to hers.
And Fuck. Me. Sideways.
When our tongues touch, my entire body ignites in an inferno raging out of control.
Fire races through my veins, one hand lands on her ass, pulling her closer, while the other cradles the back of her head, keeping her mouth fused to mine.
And when she lets out a moan that vibrates against my lips, it spikes my need even higher.
But the detail that makes my heart pump harder and my cock feel like steel is that Dilynne is kissing me back with just as much passion.
She buries her hands in my hair, yanking on the strands so hard that it borders on painful.
Her tongue tangles with mine, making my cock ache to be released, ready to fucking own her in every way imaginable.
She lifts her leg and wraps it around my waist, letting me press my cock right between her thighs, feeling her heat torturing me through the fabric covering us both.
And her tits are pressed against my chest, making me ache to take them in my mouth, to tease her and bring her to the brink of pleasure before watching her break apart just for me.
She’s so damn responsive, so sexy, so fucking eager to let me take control.
And all it does is make me wonder how much control she’d be willing to give me.
But not here.
Not in front of all these people.
No. When I take Dilynne for the first time, it will be where only I get to see her, hear her, claim her.
I need to fucking make that happen.
And judging by the way she’s kissing me back, I think she might just need that too.
The noise from people around us finally breaks the sound barrier encasing us, and when I pull away from her, she’s staring up at me with wide eyes, full of shock and anger.
Our chests are heaving, breath passing over each other’s lips, and silence rests between us with so many unspoken words that it takes a full minute before Dilynne finally finds hers.
Her voice is low when she speaks. “What the actual fuck, Elliot?” She glances around us for a second and then her eyes land back on me. “Have you lost your damn mind?”
“Probably,” I reply, resting my forehead on hers, still trying to catch my breath.
“I thought we were sticking to the plan. What about the rules?” She arches a brow at me. “What about agreeing upon affection beforehand?”
Shit. She’s right. But the last thing I want her to think is the reason I ran in here and kissed her was because of what Tori and my friends said.
Truth be told, I’ve wanted to kiss her long before that conversation—it just finally gave me the courage to.
“Well, just consider that payback for the stunt you pulled in my office.”
“What stunt?”
“The bra spinning.”
Recognition flashes across her face. “Oh.”
A throat clearing behind us bursts our bubble.
I twist my head to find Laney standing there, still holding Dilynne’s glass of wine, her lips parted and her eyes blinking slowly.
“Uh, you two might want to find a darker corner if you want to continue that display.” She hands the glass to Dilynne.
“Because this is a family establishment, and that kiss bordered on softcore porn.”
Dilynne shoves me away from her, lifting the wine to her lips to drain the rest of the liquid from her glass. “No need to continue. That was…enough.”
No. It certainly wasn’t.
But one step at a time, Elliot.
One step at a time.