26. Dylan
The moment our lips meet, everything goes right—like I can get through anything because I”m with her.
And Lara isn”t temporary for me, either. She”s a constant source of wanting. To me, she”s my everything.
I want to be the catalyst for her healing, or at least make her forget the past, even for a second.
But life is cruel for throwing seasons my way like an eternal winter when she gasps and uses her balled fist to push against my chest.
Her face is flushed, and I”m not sure if she”s aroused or if it”s because she”d been close to tears when she thought I was going to kick her out of the truck and leave her.
I don”t let her say a word as my hand holding onto her nape interlaces with the locks of her hair, and I pull her back to me with feverish velocity.
Use me to forget your pain. I”ll offer myself up.
I”ll be her confidante, stepping stone, or whatever she wants me to be.
I just want her.
I plead with her in my gaze, gently cup her face, and tilt our heads to the side. She gives in, removes my hat, and wraps her arms around my neck. She hauls me close and clings onto me like she wants to fuse into me—or maybe to hide.
God, I want to protect her from everything.
She parts her lips, and I don”t waste a second in sliding my tongue inside her mouth. I kiss and hold her like she”s my everything because she is.
”I”m done fighting, Lara,” I say in a low rasp after we pull away. My hand still winds into her hair, lightly tugging so she can”t look away. ”I”m done fighting us because fuck this. Fuck everything. But if you want to stop, tell me now.”
She runs her tongue over her lips, and my brain flashes back to how it felt when she gave me the most ground-shaking blowjob the other day, and I”m moments from bursting right here. Especially when she springs out of her seat and straddles my lap. Her arms wrap around me, and she wiggles on my crotch. I grunt. I swear, the heat from when she grinds down makes me close to losing my damn mind.
She looks at me with arousal in her eyes while releasing a shuddering sigh. ”Th-this can”t be anything. Especially not now. Got it? You”ll have to live up to your promise, and that”s it,” she says as my hand slides under her sweater.
I can barely process what she meant until I remember telling her I didn”t sleep with girls but fuck them deep and hard.
I can hardly contain my amusement as I take her hip in one of my hands and grind her against me. ”Mmm. I hear ya.”
She scowls, one hand roughly grabbing my hair, and damn it, I didn”t think I”d enjoy that so damn much. ”I mean it, Dylan. If we”re doing this, there are no expectations. We”re having fun, nothing more. Do I make myself clear?”
”Strings attached. One hundred and two percent commitment. Three kids and a white picket fence. Got it. Couldn”t have been clearer,” I shoot back, but secretly, I want it to be true more than anything else.
”You”re so fucking annoying,” she huffs in frustration, rolling her eyes.
But she”s humming a different tune when I push my hips up while tightening my hold around her so she won”t hit the steering wheel. ”Yeah, but you don”t seem to mind all that much. And, baby, you”d never get bored if you gave someone like me a chance. And I could show you.”
I bring her lips onto mine again, kissing and kissing until my mouth is sensitive and sore—until I”m sure she”s aching for me, too. Until her sweet little whines turn into high-pitched whimpers of need. Until her pressing and grinding against me leaves me breathless and high-strung, just as I intend to have her.
My hands grow bolder, and I unzip her coat, slip under her sweater, and cup her breasts. I groan like a starved animal when I discover she”s not wearing a bra.
Her moans are irresistible as I use my thumb to circle her tightened nipples, and I want to erase whatever that fucker did to her and make her see how much better I am.
When her hands grab the back of my coat and shirt, I go with it because if she wants me naked, I”m capable of burning every single shirt in my closet for her. I groan as she pivots her hips, making circles on the hardening thickness beneath her.
Her fingers skim over my abs when we break away for oxygen, but I”m not letting this opportunity escape in case she changes her mind. I want memories just in case she stops talking to me after this.
The truck”s windows are fogging up with how I”m panting as I play with her nipples beneath her shirt, and I kiss her jaw, neck, and collarbones.
Then I trail down to suck her nipples through her sweater, and I drag my teeth over the pointed peaks. I become savage by how she grinds harder on my lap.
”Yeah, oh God. J-just… yes,” she gasps, pulling my hair, and one hand digs into my shoulder.
I nip hungrily at her, latching onto the bud over the fabric, and I look her in the eyes, making sure she knows it”s me giving this to her. Not anyone else but me.
”You want more?” I rumble, pulling away to nibble her bottom lip.
”Yeah,” she sobs in response as I nip her earlobe next.
”Lara… princess. So beautiful. So perfect. You want me to ruin you so badly that no other man will ever be able to do the job? I”ll give you that wish,” I whisper, pulling her closer until her heart beats on my naked chest.
I hold her, stroke her, get lost in her, in this moment I”ve dreamed about for so long.
”Dylan,” she whimpers in a strangled groan, and I think I hear a click.
But I”m not focused on anything but her in my arms. Except, I”m pulled back to reality when I”m suddenly blasted out of nowhere by cold air.
I blink, trying to process, and my heart jumps to my throat when my lap lightens. It takes a second for me to notice Lara hasn”t just jumped off my lap but is out of the truck and running at full speed into the damn woods.
Shit! What”s she doing?
I quickly give chase, cursing up a storm.
What the hell just happened? Why”s she running off? What did I do?
”Lara?” I bellow, but she doesn”t look back. Her long hair whips with the wind as she runs. Runs and runs like she”s getting away from something.
Half-naked, I take after her like a rocket as her silhouette shrinks into the distance. But she has another thing coming if she thinks I”m letting her off this easily.
A rush of adrenaline courses through my veins and heats me up despite my half-undressed state.
I”m sure we look crazy. But I can”t help that now.
I run faster. My heart pounds and my legs burn from the sudden use as the wind blows in my face, but I don”t care. I”m determined to catch her, determined to make her face me—face us.
She”s quick. I”ll give her that. She runs into the hollow, weaving fluently in and out of the trees. Her breathing is heavy, and she has to be getting tired. I use this to my advantage, picking up pace and closing in.
When she makes a turn, she loses momentum, and I take my chance and sprint to close the distance. I grab her shoulder, pick her off her feet with a sudden lunge, and swoop. She gasps in surprise as I lean over her, my heart racing.
”Got you,” I rumble, pressing my naked chest against her back.
”Dylan? I—” she whimpers, wiggling in my grasp.
”Is this what you”re into, baby?” I interrupt her, whispering into her ear. ”Because if you want to be hunted and eaten, I”m game. I have that favor to repay.” I press my thickness into her ass. ”Don”t run.”
She swallows audibly, and I turn her in my arms. With our breaths fogging in the air, I stare at her, then kiss her hard.
My head is swimming as I think fast, removing my coat and her boots and making her stand on my coat. Her nails rake across my back and arms as I work feverishly to unbutton her jeans and drag them off.
Finally, I cup her cotton panties with one hand and the other her ass and smash her against my fingers. Once I discover she”s soaked—something in me snaps. There”s no stopping as I tug them down, needing to feel that soft flesh without a barrier.
My head spins as I drag two fingers through her skin and hold. I”ve died and gone to heaven.
Then I suck her juices off my fingers before I kiss my way down her body until I”m on my knees in front of my goddess. I look up at her flushed face, and it takes everything in me not to start praying and begging.
She mewls, fingers combing through my hair to help her steady as I throw her panties over my shoulder, leaving her exposed to me.
My mouth waters as I worship her with my mouth, ravenously feasting on her. I”m an agent of winter licking up any droplets of nectar from an early spring—taking whatever he can get before he”s over.
I run the flat of my tongue over that tiny button of nerves, and as I drag my tongue over her, her clit swells, and she bucks her hips to take more.
One of my hands is holding the side of her thigh that”s across my shoulder, and the other is slowly working one finger into her. I add a second finger into her tightness, her sex making the hottest squelching noises as I pump.
My tongue circles her flesh, and I”m greeted with more whimpers.
”Please, please don”t stop,” she chokes out. Her belly shudders and flutters, and I know she”s close by the way her leg is clamping tighter around my head.
And she has the hottest sounds ever gracing my ears.
I”m crazily obsessed with everything she”s giving me. So, I fuck her with my tongue, feasting on the most succulent bit of flesh that”s ever been created.
Her hips grind my face with every upstroke of my tongue, almost like she can”t help herself. And her pussy is perfection, and I”m divided between letting her come but also wanting to hold her back.
I want to lick just to hear my name falling from her lips.
”Come for me, princess,” I gasp against the soft folds of her skin.
Curling my two fingers, I find that small bumpy spot that ultimately makes her leap over the edge, and she chokes out words, her body trembling and quivering as her pussy clenches on my fingers.
As I watch her face, her body reacting to what I”m doing, I”m sure that fucker, Andrew, didn”t have the physical capabilities to pleasure my girl. Ever. And I”m going to make her addicted to me.
Her sweetness trickles down my chin. My dick jumps, and filthy animalistic groans tumble from my lips and vibrate across her sweet pussy as my tongue and mouth move across her tiny jewel, sucking and lapping her.
As I pull away, the look on her face, completely lost in her orgasm, almost makes me turn her around and plunge into her.
But it”s not about me right now. Something I said or did earlier spooked her, which is why she ran. That”s the only explanation I can come up with, and I don”t dare take it further right now.
Plus, it”ll leave room for next time.
I cockily smirk as I help her dress quickly to keep warm, and I place one more kiss on the center of her jeans that makes her breath hitch.
I get to my feet, wink at her, and start to tremble from my nerves and the chill. ”That all right, darlin”?”
She rolls her big green eyes, but I don”t miss her flushed cheeks and pretty eyes sparkling and flashing as she hides her grin behind her palm.
Good girl.