Chapter 30
Elliot
Celebrations and Confessions
“Elliot?”
I turn around to find Dilynne walking briskly over to me where I stand by our rental car. Security ordered me to leave the premises, but I also needed a few minutes to calm down.
Listening to Vinnie say those things about her—it made me realize how Dilynne must have felt when I said the same type of shit back in high school. And as much as I told myself I wouldn’t get physical with him, that all flew out the window the second I heard him spew his hateful words at her.
My eyes lift to meet hers as she stops right in front of me. “Are you okay?”
I hold up my hand that’s bright red and sore. “Nothing some ice won’t fix.”
She shakes her head. “I can’t believe that you punched him. Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed of doing the same thing and you fucking beat me to it?” There’s a quirk to her lips, so I know she’s trying to bring levity to the moment, but I can’t reciprocate. I’m still too fucking pissed.
“You should go back inside. Celebrate with your friends and family. I can wait here.”
“You’re out of your mind if you think I’m going back in there without you.”
“Well, I’m kicked out for the rest of the day, and if I start anything tomorrow, I won’t be welcome back ever.”
“Then you’d better keep your hands to yourself tomorrow so you can watch me make hundreds of thousands of dollars.”
That comment finally makes me grin. “I’m sorry, Dilynne.”
She presses her finger to my lips, silencing me in the same way I’ve done to her many times. “Don’t you dare fucking apologize.” Her eyes bounce all over my face. “You stood up for me, and that’s all I asked you for in this agreement, remember?”
When she lowers her finger, I reply, “Well, I’m glad to hold up my end of the bargain.”
Her gaze drops down to my lips. “Yeah, well… I think it was one of the hottest moments of my life.”
I arch a brow at her while yanking her into my chest. “Is that right?”
She nods slowly. “Yes. In fact, I think that if you don’t take me back to our hotel and fuck me right now, I’m going to be even more pissed at you.”
“You’re pissed at me? I thought you were happy I defended you?”
She presses up on her toes and kisses me before saying, “Less talking, more fucking. The words can wait for now.”
***
“That’s it, baby. Ride this fucking cock.” Dilynne’s hips move in slow motion as she straddles me, teasing me without taking me all the way in. “Fuck, Dilynne. You’re killing me.”
“Torture can work both ways,” she says before sitting up all the way, finally taking me inside of her fully.
“Fuuuuuck…”
“Jesus, Elliot. It’s so good,” she says as her hands slide into the hair spilling down around her shoulders, her hips still moving over mine.
“Use me, Dil. Fucking take what you need.”
She keeps undulating her hips—up and down and in circles, over and over until I feel her clench around me.
“Shit, I’m gonna come.” She gasps as the first wave hits her, and I wait until she starts to come down before I flip her over, hook her leg around my waist, and find her clit, rubbing her the way I know she needs as we find the finish line together, the second time for her.
Her eyes pop open, and whatever’s been eating at her is back with a vengeance.
“Dil, are you okay?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
“What’s going on?”
Her hand pushes against my chest as I slide out of her and let her stand from the bed. She heads toward the bathroom, and suddenly I’m right back in the same predicament that we were in last week. Only this time, she’s not crying.
No. Dilynne Clark is well and truly pissed.
This time she comes back into the room wrapped in a bathrobe, but doesn’t hesitate to speak. “Okay, Elliot. It’s time to start talking.”