Staring in the mirror as I wash my hands, I survey the faint bruising on my breasts, my hips, and the inside of my thighs and the two hickeys on my neck with an amused smile. Perhaps I’m sick in the head, but I love seeing his marks on me. Love feeling the pulsing ache between my thighs, knowing he fucked me good last night.
Allowing my mind to wander to Reeve, I test my emotions, and, nope, I’m good. I have zero regrets. Dillon blew my mind last night and then some. There is no part of me that regrets sleeping with him. I brush my teeth before heading back into the bedroom, where Dillon is stirring.
“Ugh.” Dillon pulls my special pillow down over his head. “Make it stop.”
My cell is vibrating across the bedside table, so I grab it and crawl back into bed. Dillon’s arm juts out, and he pulls me back into his chest, nudging my ass with his morning wood. My pussy pulses with need like the greedy cunt she is as I retrieve my messages.
I have several from Ash, asking me to call her when Dillon leaves to head home. That can only mean one thing—she spent the night with Jamie. Hoping she doesn’t regret it, I read Audrey’s message next. She wants me to call her the instant I wake, no matter what time it is. That doesn’t sound good, and my spidey senses tell me it’s something Reeve-related.
“Why the sigh?” Dillon asks, dotting kisses along my bare back.
“It’s nothing,” I lie, not wanting to talk about my ex.
“You sure?” He grazes his teeth along my neck, and I close my eyes as he jerks his hips against my ass.
“Yep.”
His fingers slide around my waist and creep lower. “Are you sore?” he whispers against my ear, sending a flurry of tingles along my sensitive skin.
“Not that sore,” I confirm, eagerly parting my legs for his hand.
He dips two fingers inside me. “Always so wet. I fucking love it.” Slowly he pumps his fingers in and out of me while his other hand kneads my breast. Anticipation coils in my belly while he rolls a condom on, and I’m reveling in the newness of our intimacy. When he slips into me from behind a few minutes later, I let loose an appreciative moan, arching my back and pivoting my hips in sync with his thrusts. He’s gentler today, and while I hate I can’t see his face or kiss him, I love this angle and how it grants him access to touch me everywhere.
We both come within seconds of each other, and we lie there, silent and sated, pressed as close as two people can be. Dillon dusts kisses all over my neck, my shoulders, and my back, and I could happily stay like this all day. Until my tummy rumbles, reminding me it’s been hours since we ate. “I think that’s my cue to get us some breakfast.”
“Brunch, you mean,” he says over a yawn. “It’s already one.”
Kissing his strong arms, I slide out of the bed, perching on the edge of the mattress while I pull pajamas out of my drawer. The bed jolts behind me, and Dillon curses. I whip my head around to see what’s wrong. Dillon is on his knees, with his back facing me, his fingers frantically searching the bed. I lean over, placing a hand on his back, and he jumps. “What’d you lose?”
“My, ah, mobile phone. I think it went down the back of the bed.”
I frown, glancing around the room until I see his bag on the floor under wrinkled clothing. Getting up, I move to it, finding his phone under his crumpled pants. “I found it.” He buries his face in the pillow as I approach, and I set his phone down on the table. “What’s the matter?”
“My head is pounding,” he says, his words muffled as he speaks into the pillow. “Could you get me some tablets.”
“Of course.” I press a kiss between his shoulder blades before heading out to the kitchen.
When I return a few minutes later, he’s sitting up against the headboard, cradling his head in his hands. Slivers of buttery light filter through the blinds, casting him in a golden light.
I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
The comforter is bunched at his waist, and his naked chest is a work of art. He’s all smooth skin, defined curves, and ripped muscles. The ink on his body only adds to his hotness, and I wish I could capture this moment on film. His hair is sticking up all over the place, disheveled from my fingers, but he still looks sexy as fuck.
Dillon could easily be a model if the rock star thing doesn’t work out for him.
“Here.” I hand him a glass of water and two pain meds.
“Thanks, Viv.” He knocks them back before pulling me down on top of him. “How about I cook us some eggs and bacon, and then we come back to bed?”
He kisses me, and from the minty freshness of his breath, I can tell he’s made a trip to the bathroom too. “How about you stay right here, and I’ll bring us omelets in bed?” I suggest.
“I want to look after you.” He trails his hands up and down my sides.
“It’s my turn to look after you.” I massage his brow. “You’re the one with a headache.”
A funny look crosses his face before he smiles. “If you’re sure.”
“I am.”
After stealing more kisses, I reluctantly leave him to make food.
51
I call Audrey from the kitchen while I’m preparing our food, not wanting to have this conversation with Dillon in proximity. I didn’t have time to call her yesterday, but I’d messaged her to say I had seen the OK! picture and I was fine. I am about to hang up when her sleepy voice finally answers. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Better than fine.” I smile to myself as I put her on speaker, chopping onions and tomatoes while I proceed to fill her in on the ball and spending last night with Dillon.
“Good for you, babe. How was it? The sex, I mean?”
“Out of this fucking world. I lost count of the orgasms he gave me, and I can barely walk today with the ache between my legs.”
“I hope he’s nowhere in the vicinity. Let’s not give him an even bigger head.”
There’s a slight edge to her tone I don’t much care for. “He knows he’s good, and he deserves all the praise. Trust me on that score.”
“Are you happy, Viv?” she asks, after a few tense beats, in a more somber tone.
“Yeah, yes, I think I am.”
Another pregnant pause ensues. “I’m not going to lie. I’ve been worried sick since I saw that picture. I thought you might do something reckless.”
“Does riding my new boyfriend’s cock for hours pass as reckless?” I quip, needing to lighten the inexplicable tense atmosphere.
“I’m sure to Reeve it probably would.”
“Good,” I snap.
“I called him,” she admits, and I nearly slice the tip of my finger off.
“Why would you do that?”
“I was worried this would undo all your progress, and I wanted to know if it was true.”
Setting the knife down, I grab the counter, not sure if I want to hear this.
Audrey takes the decision out of my hands. “He says the picture was taken in Mexico ten days ago, when they were nearing the end of the promo tour. They were all out by the pool drinking and doing drugs.”
A bitter laugh escapes my lips. “Let me guess. It was a mistake. He wasn’t in his right mind. He thought she was me.”
“Yeah, it went something like that.”
“He must think I’m such a fucking idiot! Sending me those gifts, thinking it would make everything okay.” Bile floods my mouth as I dice chorizo.
“Here’s the thing. Reeve has been working on that photo album for months, and he got that tattoo weeks ago. He sent it before Mexico happened, so I think the gesture was sincere.”
“I don’t fucking care, Audrey,” I hiss, lowering my voice. I don’t want Dillon to come out and investigate.
“Viv. I’m on your side. Always.”
I’ve never had reason to doubt that before, but it doesn’t sound reassuring right now. “So, what is this? It sounds to me like you’re rooting for Reeve.” I crack eggs into a bowl, trying to rein in my anger. I don’t want to fight with my bestie, but she’s pissing me off and ruining my good mood.