“You are such a dork.” Dillon shoots me an amused smile, chuckling, as he drives one-handed.
“I am, but I’m your dork.” Unbuckling my belt, I stretch across the console and smack a loud kiss on his cheek. He’s wearing a white, black, and red T-shirt I bought him over shredded dark jeans that hug his long powerful legs. Slowly, I’m trying to introduce color into his closet and his life. I even got him to trade the biker boots for sneakers, which is a feat. Dark designer shades hide his beautiful eyes, the usual layer of dark stubble coats his chin and cheeks, and his glorious face is tan from being outside these past couple of weeks in the warmer weather. Muscles flex and roll in his arm as he drives, looking cool and confident, and he couldn’t look any hotter.
One look at him is all it takes to inflame my heart and stoke my libido.
These past six weeks have been amazing, even if our time together has been largely confined to Friday nights in Whelans and my apartment. Cramming for exams was no fun, but I got there in the end, and now I’m on the other side. We have the rest of the summer to be together, and I’m excited for some of our plans.
Dillon swats my ass. “Too fucking right.” His sexy smirk has my ovaries doing a happy dance. “You’re mine. All mine,” he growls in that husky voice I love so much.
“Gross,” Ro and Ash say in unison from the back seat.
“This is old news,” I scoff.
Everyone is used to our PDAs by now, but it’s more like PDLs—public displays of lust.
Reeve was very touchy-feely with me, but it was always appropriate affectionate gestures like sweet kisses, cuddling, and holding hands.
Dillon is like the modern-day equivalent of Neanderthal Man, groping me excessively any chance he gets, giving zero fucks to anyone who happens to be watching. He’s always slapping my ass, grabbing my hips, ravishing my mouth or my neck, or biting my earlobe with the odd sneaky boob touch thrown in for good measure. I’m sure there are some girls who would hate that, but I freaking love it. I love how much he wants me and how hard it is for him to keep his hands off me. Dillon has proven he’s capable of the sweeter PDAs too, but I like it when he’s rough with me.
Slinking back into my seat, I fasten my seat belt and add, “Unless you’re Aoife.” I make a face, like I do anytime I’m around Dillon’s ex-fuck-buddy. It’s true she has quit giving me shit, but I don’t miss the longing looks she sends Dillon’s way every Friday night at Whelans. It’s really grating on my nerves.
Like, fuck off and get your own man, bitch.
I guess she’s pissed she no longer has the attention of any members of the band. Conor rarely touches the groupies. Ro is seeing a different girl now. Dillon is clearly taken. And Jamie has blown her off.
Something appears to have shifted between Jamie and Ash since the Trinity Ball, but he still won’t officially claim her as his girl, much to Ash’s frustration. Hence why she’s presently not speaking to him. I haven’t gotten the deets yet because Dillon has been with me all weekend. All I know is she returned to our apartment late last night with steam practically billowing from her ears.
“I think I drilled the point home on Friday.” Dillon winks, showcasing a wicked smile. “Literally.”
My thighs squeeze together when I remember the raw possession in his gaze as he fucked me mercilessly in the bathroom in Whelans. After we returned to our table, a chorus of whistles and cheering rang out—from everyone but the groupies. I guess my freshly fucked hair, swollen lips, disheveled clothing, and overall disorientation gave the game away. “You did that on purpose?”
“I don’t need an excuse to fuck you, Hollywood. You know I can’t keep my damn hands off you”—Dillon grabs my thigh, smirking—“but I felt like Aoife needed stronger reinforcement. I’m sick of the way she looks at me. It’s disrespectful to you.”
This is why he’s so perfect for me. He understands without me having to say it, and he doesn’t hesitate to jump in to defend me and our relationship. Dillon is making it incredibly difficult to stop my heart from becoming permanently invested. “Goddamn it. I really want to jump your bones right now.”
“Double gross.” Ash makes a gagging sound.
“I’ll just message Ma and tell her we’ll be late for Sunday dinner because Dillon’s busy corrupting you again,” Ro deadpans.
Dillon flips his brother off through the mirror. “Jealous much, bro?”
“Hardly. One woman isn’t enough to satisfy me.” Considering he’s on to girl number three since I had my little chat with him, he is more than proving that point.
“Maybe I’m the one corrupting Dil.” I swivel in my seat to look at Ro. “Have you ever considered that?”
“Nah. You’re far too sweet, and everyone knows it.”
“I say we ditch these two at the side of the road and bang in the car,” Dillon suggests while simultaneously giving someone the finger through the window. The other driver blares his horn, speeding past us, and I level my boyfriend with a stern look, warning him not to give chase like he did the last time he got into it with someone on the road.
I recently had Dillon added to the insurance, and I usually let him drive because he’s a terrible passenger, and it’s not worth the hassle. He bugs me nonstop about my driving skills if I’m behind the wheel. I’ll admit I’m not the world’s greatest driver. I’ve been driven around a lot, either by my parents’ driver or Reeve, but it’s not like I’m the worst driver either. Mainly, I don’t go fast enough for my impatient boyfriend, or I’m too polite. It incenses him if someone cuts me off or beeps their horn and I don’t retaliate.
We always end up arguing if I drive, so now I just give in and let him drive instead. Lately, I’ve had a couple of near misses when I’ve turned off one street onto another and automatically gone to the American side of the road, almost causing an accident. So, Dillon driving is probably for the best. Saves me a headache and a ton of stress. Not that I’ll ever admit that to my boyfriend!
“You two fuck like bunnies,” Ash says. “I heard you going at it all night long—thanks for the sound effects, by the way—so I’m sure you can manage without banging each other till you get home.”
Dillon chuckles. “If only they knew the truth. That you’re insatiable and as far from pure and a prude as they come.” He waggles his brows, and I know what he’s referencing. I let him take my ass last night, and he rocked my world. I’ve also discovered I like being tied up and spanked, and I love when he bosses me around in the bedroom. Dillon is a very considerate lover, and I like how he takes control and always ensures I’m satisfied.
Lifting one shoulder, I smile sweetly. “I tried to tell you when I first arrived, but no one would listen. You were all too busy judging the book by its cover.”
“I know the truth now,” Dillon says with a suggestive gleam in his eyes.
“And you can keep that truth to yourself, thanks very much,” Ash drawls. “I already know too much, and I’ve seen way too much.” A full-body shudder works its way through her, and Dillon and I bust up laughing.
“What don’t I know?” Ro asks, sitting up straighter with an inquisitive expression on his face.
“Dillon didn’t realize I’d come back to the apartment last night, and he wandered out to the kitchen earlier in all his morning glory. I almost barfed up my breakfast,” Ash explains.
“Hey, I’ll have you know my cock is a work of art. Your best friend certainly seems to think so.” Dillon winks, and I giggle.
“Sisters do not need to see their brother’s dick piercing.” She flops back on the seat, rubbing a hand over her chest as her lips pull into a grimace. “Honestly, I feel ill all over again.”
Ro joins in the laughter this time, and I can’t keep the grin off my face the rest of the way to Kilcoole.