A thrill shot through her. “I’m not sure you’re allowed to be bossy after being gone for an entire week without even a phone call.”
“I always get to be bossy. And I’m giving you advance warning—there ain’t gonna be any foreplay. I’ve been thinking about your tight cunt all week and I’m gonna shove my dick inside it the second I walk out of that bathroom.”
Arousal throbbed in her core as he flashed her a cheerful smile and disappeared.
Although she was still worried about the lack of contact from Aidan, Claire forced herself to put it out of her mind, at least for a little while. Without hesitation, she took off her shirt and bra, peeled off her leggings and panties, and got comfortable on the bed. Truth was, she loved Dylan’s bossiness. Aidan’s too.
Seven months ago, she’d wanted to feel the same passion and intensity she’d witnessed between the two men.
Well, now she had it. In spades.
When Dylan rejoined her five minutes later, she’d done precisely what he’d demanded—gotten herself so hot and so wet she was squirming on the bed like a dog in heat.
“Honey, you’re so good at following orders you should be in the military,” Dylan drawled.
He brought his hand to his erection and gave it a firm stroke, his green eyes glued to her fingers, which were idly stroking her clit and coated with her juices.
He watched her for several more seconds, then grabbed a condom from the bedside table and rolled it onto his stiff shaft. A moment later, his big glorious body covered hers, his chest colliding with her breasts.
Her nipples hardened and poked against his pecs, and she rubbed them wantonly against his hot male flesh, loving the incredible friction. His chest was completely hairless, all sleek muscle and smooth golden skin. It felt different compared to the feel of Aidan’s chest pressed against her, the scrape of Aidan’s wiry chest hairs on her nipples. She loved both sensations equally, though.
Same way she loved both men equally.
“I have been dying to be inside you since the moment I left.” He entered her in one fluid motion, filling her to the hilt.
Claire moaned and lifted her hips to trap him there.
He chuckled. “Don’t worry, honey, I’m not going anywhere. Wrap your legs around my waist.”
She did as he asked, digging her heels into his tight buttocks as he started to move inside her. She expected him to fuck her hard and fast, but he did the opposite, rocking into her gently, slowly. Long, deep strokes that made shivers dance along her flesh. It felt so good she thought she might pass out.
Her eyes fluttered closed as she lost herself in sweet sensation, then flew open when Dylan released a tortured groan and said, “I love you.”
Her breath jammed in her lungs. “What?”
He didn’t deny it, didn’t backpedal, just looked deep into her eyes and repeated himself in a husky voice. “I love you, Claire.”
Claire’s heart promptly soared to another dimension, a world where nothing existed but pleasure and Dylan and Aidan and love. God, she was such a mushy sap. But she couldn’t help it—those three words were the most wonderful thing she’d ever heard. Only three other words could rival it, the same three words actually, uttered by Aidan.
And just as easily as she’d expressed her feelings to Aidan, she didn’t hesitate telling Dylan what he meant to her. “I love you too,” she whispered.
The joy that lit his eyes made her smile. He was so quick to show his emotions, so ready to let the people he cared about into his heart.
No more words were spoken as Dylan dipped his head and kissed her. And then his hips were moving again, and Claire was swept away by a wave of pleasure that warmed every square inch of her body and rippled between her legs.
Dylan quickened the pace, his muscular ass flexing as he thrust into her, his chest slick with sweat and his green eyes awash with desire. He found release first, groaning, latching his mouth to hers in a blistering kiss as he came, and it was the feel of his cock pulsing inside her and the hoarse sounds of his pleasure that triggered her orgasm.
Afterwards, they lay there with their legs tangled together and foreheads resting against each other.
“So you love me, huh?” he said, sounding as sated and contented as she felt.
“Mmm-hmmm. And you love me?”
“Damn right.”
Claire’s lips curved, but the smile faltered after a second. “I told Aidan I loved him too the other day.”
Dylan’s happy expression didn’t change. “I’m glad.”
“He didn’t say it back.”
“That doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel the same way. Because he does.”
“You sound so certain of that.”
“I am certain. He loves you, same way I love you. He just needs a little time before he mans up and tells you.”
Claire laughed softly. “He better not take too long.” She hesitated. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“How do you feel about him? Do you…do you love him?”
It was a long time before Dylan answered, and when he did, his voice was laced with pain. “Yes. I love him.”
“Have you told him?”