Cooper walked away and didn’t look back. He joined Farah and Jodi then headed up to the deck where Kirk and Nick grilled steaks and burgers.
Around me, the club and their families enjoyed the rainy day. I walked slowly up to where my family waited. Winnie hugged me then made a big deal out of my stomach injury as an excuse to pull up my shirt. Harlow rolled her eyes while Jace looked like he wanted to puke at the affection. Toni laughed at her kids’ behavior. Tad kept an eye on me and I sensed he knew what Cooper wanted with me. I also got the impression he approved.
Chapter Twenty Nine ~ Winnie
The pain from my past hid away for weeks at a time. I wouldn’t think about the Vandals or my old family. I’d forget I ever lived a life any different than the happy one I now enjoyed.
Out of nowhere, the pain rose up inside me. A sense of dread hung over my every thought even if I was having a good day.
I was thrilled Dylan lasted so long in the game. He also worked so well with Judd and Cooper. The club needed loyal guys and I wanted Dylan to find a place where he belonged.
After the game, the club and their families enjoyed a barbecue even in the wet weather. I stood with my parents and a smiling Harlow on one side, my brother and Dylan on the other. I felt happy until suddenly I just didn’t anymore.
The deck was full of people, mostly large men. Everywhere I turned, I faced hard, rough men like those in the Vandals. I knew these guys weren’t the enemy, but logic couldn’t control the tension I felt.
By the time Dylan brought me to his place, I wanted a shower and to be left alone. First, I washed away the cold wet weather from my skin. Finally, I scrubbed away the feeling of being used.
After I was done, Dylan jumped in the shower. I sat on the couch in a robe. Despite hating being naked underneath, I also knew clothes irritated my tender skin.
“Want a drink?” Dylan asked, appearing in boxers and a tee.
I shook my head, so he only brought himself a soda to the couch. Staring at the TV, I didn’t care what was on. I wanted to go home and hide in my room. Except I also wanted to stay with Dylan who leaned over and kissed my neck.
“I’m not in the mood,” I mumbled.
“Are you sure?” he asked, grazing my nipple with his thumb.
“Yes.”
Dylan leaned over and slid his hand into my robe. “I don’t believe you.”
Resting my head against the back of the couch, I struggled between depression and desire.
“All those guys today reminded me of something bad,” I confessed. “I know the Reapers are the ones who saved me and gave me a second chance. I still can’t shake the feeling that I’m in danger.”
Dylan sighed, his hot breath against the bare skin on my chest.
“They’re not here. It’s just you and me,” he whispered, opening my robe. “No one is going to hurt you. I won’t let them.”
Studying his face, I wasn’t sure he had the killer instinct necessary to truly hurt someone willing to hurt us. Yet when Dylan met my gaze, I saw in his dark eyes that he could kill to keep what was his.
“You play businessman,” I whispered as he kissed my stomach. “You play the nice guy, but you have a fire inside you.”
Dylan spread my legs and knelt between them. “I’ve always been pissed. I never knew what to do with the anger. I still don’t, I guess. You quiet it though. You made it sleep even when I was sitting in my car outside your house. Knowing you exist soothes the anger, but it’s never really gone.”
Dylan spread the lips of my pussy and blew softly on the growing heat. Shivering, I whimpered at the feel of his breath.
“Your pussy looks a little swollen. Did I fuck you too hard this morning?” he murmured, sliding his fingers over my tender skin. “Should I kiss your pussy and make it better?”
Staring into his eyes, I nodded. “I love you.”
“Let me show you how much I love you.”
Dylan sucked softly at the sensitive flesh followed by a lick. Slowly, again and again, his mouth explored until I was a whimpering mess.
“Does that feel good?” he asked as his finger caressed my clit until I was on the edge of an orgasm.
His lips on my clit pushed me over the edge and I felt lost in a way nearly too powerful to endure. Vulnerable and exposed, I held onto one of Dylan’s hands as the waves of pleasure tore through me.
“You taste so sweet,” he said, kissing me.
“Dylan,” was the only word I knew in that moment.
“Tell me you want me.”
“I want you.”
“Tell me you want me inside you,” Dylan murmured, standing up and kicking off his boxers followed by his tee. “Tell me you need me to fuck you. Can you say that, Winnie?”
Taking in all the flesh before me, I wondered if I was drooling. I’d never felt so relaxed. I watched him remove a condom from the drawer.
“We’re almost out of them,” he said, handing it to me. “I want you to open it. Show me you want me to fuck you. Make me believe.”
Sliding my arms out of the robe, I reached for the condom. “I want you inside me. I need to see only you.”