55. Dylan
DYLAN
Do you know something no one ever talks about?
Afternoon showers. They are hugely underrated.
Having a shower in the middle of the day just because you can?
I had not realized this was something I was missing from my life until today.
Typically, my showers are bleary-eyed early morning ones, exhausted end-of-day ones, or hurried ones after practice.
But relaxed, midday showers, where you have time to shave your legs, body scrub, and moisturize? That is where the shit is at!
I have never, in my entire life, felt as primped and smooth and supple—yes, suppl e—as I do right now, as I stare in the mirror with a towel wrapped around me while I run a brush through my wet hair before pinning it back with a large claw clip.
I swear, my skin is glowing, and I can’t stop stroking my forearm.
“What are you grinning at, pretty girl?”
My gaze snaps to Griffin’s through the large mirror hanging over the bathroom sink. He’s leaning casually against the doorframe, legs crossed at the ankles as though he’s been standing there for some time, watching me .
“Stalk much,” I tease with a smile. “I thought you had class this afternoon?”
He lifts a shoulder in a careless shrug.
When he gives no verbal response, I roll my eyes. “I’m perfectly fine to be left home alone.”
There was a whole debate about it this morning. I’m taking one more day off before heading back to classes, and while the guys wanted to play hooky and join me, they have to attend their classes if they want to play in Friday night’s game.
Finn owes me twenty bucks, though. I told him Griffin would be the one to cave and cut out early for the day.
I’m actually happy to see him. As great as it’s been having the house to myself, I was growing bored—hence the midday shower.
Plus, it totally gives me the warm and fuzzies to know he couldn’t stay away all day.
Admittedly, now that Kyle isn’t a constant threat hanging over my head, I’d been a little nervous.
Until now, the guys have felt obligated to spend time with me.
Now, though, they’re free to do as they please.
However, Ethan has been demanding hourly check-ins, Finn has been messaging me nonstop, and Jax keeps sending me memes for this new apocalypse game he downloaded for us to try out.
“Maybe so,” Griffin eventually says, pushing off the doorway and stalking closer. “But I wasn’t fine being without you.”
His voice is low and rough, curling around my spine like smoke. The towel suddenly feels far too thin for the way his hungry gaze steals over me, devouring everything in sight.
He comes to a stop behind me, his hands moving to rest on my bare shoulders. His thumbs drag across my collarbones, slow and reverent, and when our eyes meet in the mirror, the heat there is scorching .
“You smell like sugar and sin,” he murmurs, nose brushing up the column of my neck.
He inhales deeply, and I sense it’s more than just the smell of my moisturizer he’s inhaling.
It’s me. The scent of life. The reminder that I’m alive .
His gaze remains on mine, and despite the desire I see there, it’s masking a deeper emotion. Fear.
I lean back into him, and he sighs, like he’s been waiting all day to feel me in his arms. “I’m here,” I murmur, sensing he needs the reassurance as I dance my fingers over the warm skin of his forearms.
We haven’t had a chance to talk one-on-one since…
“If you hadn’t…” His throat bobs, and his eyes drift closed as he buries his face in my neck, breathing deeply.
“If you had died…” His hands clench around my hips, his jaw locking, and the sentence cuts off abruptly as though he can’t even bear to finish it.
“I would have followed you straight into the fucking dark.”
His declaration is practically growled out. Said with such certainty and vehemence that I know he means every dark and foreboding word.
“Griffin—”
“No!” His voice vibrates through me. “You don’t get it. I didn’t exist before you. The only thing that gave me any spark of life was hockey. Then you show up—this reckless, mouthy, stubborn little hurricane—and now I can’t fucking breathe without you.”
My breath hitches, my reflection wide-eyed in the mirror as his hands slide slowly down my arms, slipping beneath the towel and dragging it down, baring my skin inch by inch until I’m naked and exposed, on display just for him.
His mouth is at my ear now, lips brushing the shell of it. “You think I care about class? About a game?” He nips at my earlobe, an admonishment that makes me jump. “The only thing I care about is you. Living. Breathing. Safe. Mine .”
He turns me then, his hands gripping my hips with bruising intensity.
I expect him to drop his gaze over my body, but instead, he stares straight into my eyes.
“I do not exist without you, Little Steelhawk.” There’s such reverence, such awe in those words that it steals the air from my lungs.
“I live and breathe, and if need be, will die for you.”
His words cinch my chest, pinching painfully, but I know chastising him for thinking my life is worth more than his, or for thinking that I could possibly live on without him , would be futile. He’s not in the frame of mind to listen right now.
“You are mine, Dylan,” he rasps. “And if he’d taken you from me, I would have made sure Kyle’s death was slow and agonizing before chasing you into whatever comes next.”
I gasp as he grasps the backs of my thighs, hoisting me up so my ass is perched on the counter, the cold surface biting into my flesh. Something primal rises in his storm-dark eyes.
“I need to feel you.” His voice is like gravel, rough and frayed with emotion. “Need to feel you wrapped around me. Coming apart for me—screaming my name, alive, burning.”
Any response I have goes up in smoke the second his hands slide up my thighs, pushing them apart as he steps between them. His touch is desperate and reverent all at once, alighting my skin and making me tremble.
I’m already wet by the time he reaches the apex of my thighs, his fingers sliding between my folds before he pushes them inside.
My head falls back against the mirror, my eyes fixed on his as my chest heaves.
My nipples are sharp peaks in the cool air of the room, and my hand fists in the front of his T-shirt.
There is something highly erotic about being naked while he is fully dressed, towering over me, staring down at me like a demon possessed, while his fingers play me like a violin.
“Griffin.” My spine arches, my hips rocking in time with his thrusts.
I’m whimpering and inching closer and closer to release when his gaze flicks to the mirror behind me. I glance toward the doorway, sucking in a gasp when I realize we’re no longer alone.
Jax stands there, arms at his sides and molten gaze fixed on me, while Griffin gets me off. I should push Griffin away, should cover myself up, but I only grow wetter knowing he’s watching us.
“Looks like I’m not the only one who couldn’t stay away,” Griffin purrs. The sound of my excitement grows louder, and he chuckles darkly. “Filthy little exhibitionist, you like Jax watching me finger fuck you?”
I shiver at his dirty words, my response breathless as I say, “Yes,” while still looking at Jax. His jeans are stretched tight over his groin, and as I watch, he moves to adjust himself.
“He making you feel good, Little Menace?” His voice is thick and deep, sending desire rolling through me.
I nod. “So good.”
He smirks, not moving from the doorway as he watches Griffin’s fingers pump into me over and over.
My head rolls back to face him, but he snaps out an arm.
Griffin’s fingers press into the flesh of my cheeks as he forces my head toward Jax.
“Look at him while I make you come, Hurricane. See what you do to him while you’re coming apart on my fingers. ”
I whimper, wholly intoxicated by the entire situation. The feel of Jax’s hungry eyes on me, knowing he wants me even while Griffin is the one making me come.
Griffin’s grip remains tight on my face, holding me in place while he rubs my clit with his thumb and drives me directly toward the edge with his talented fingers.
“Come for Griffin, baby,” Jax purrs. “Drench his fingers so we can take you to bed and make you come all over our cocks.”
Fuck.
Yup, that does it.
The thought of taking both of them at once, of having their hands all over me, lips on my skin, sends me careening over the edge. I scream Griffin’s name as I clamp down on his fingers.
When I come back down, I’m being tossed onto a bed, and I open my eyes to see Jax climbing on top of me, licking his lips as he eyes me hungrily.
“You look so fucking hot when you come, Menace. Was it the thought of taking both of us that got you there?”
“Yes,” I answer on a barely-there whisper.
He smirks before swooping in to steal my lips with a kiss. His tongue delves into my mouth, and I wrap myself around him, uncaring of the fact that I’m naked and both of them are fully dressed.
I’m so lost in Jax’s kiss, I don’t register where Griffin is until I feel his hands pushing my thighs apart, and my hips buck as his tongue sweeps up the length of my slit.
“Oh, God,” I groan into Jax’s mouth. He bites my lips before capturing them once more, swallowing down every mewl and moan as Griffin continues to eat me out. Fuck, I had no idea having the two of them together could be so intoxicating. Imagine if it were all four of them.
Heat rushes through me, wetness gushing between my thighs. It seems impossible, considering I just came, but another orgasm rips through me. I throw my head back, my back arching and legs quivering as they clench around Griffin’s head.
Jax trails kisses down my chest, flicking his tongue around my nipples, and extending the shocks of pleasure until I’m sweaty, breathless, and panting .