“So damn tight, baby. Think about what it’ll be like with a cock in your ass and in your pussy. Do you think you can handle that?”
The mental image made her body quiver. The idea of two men pleasuring her at one time…
“Yes,” she hissed.
Dylan gripped her hips, stilling her movements. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
“Not stopping, but I want you to be still.”
Sarah sucked in a breath and stopped moving.
“Now let me fuck your ass while you finger your pussy. I want to feel your fingers inside you.”
Sarah had to drop back to the mattress in order to get her arms beneath her, but she did as he wanted, teasing her clit with one hand while pushing two fingers inside her. Her body clenched tightly.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Dylan hissed as he began rocking his hips.
He went slow at first, but finally he worked up a rhythm that had her entire body rocking as he slammed into her, his cock filling her ass, her fingers plunging into her pussy.
“Sarah … baby…” Dylan panted roughly behind her. “So good. Your ass is fucking perfect.”
“Fuck me,” she pleaded. Surprisingly, Sarah was close, she could feel the tingles igniting in her core. She was going to come with Dylan fucking her ass. She’d never imagined this would feel like this.
His hips slammed against her ass as he fucked her, picking up speed as his fingertips dug into her hips.
“Oh, God…” Sarah rapidly stroked her clit, faster and faster until she couldn’t hold back any longer. “Oh, God, Dylan… I’m…” She screamed, her body exploding, her mind going blank as she was obliterated by sensation.
“Fuck… Coming, Sarah. Goddamn.” Dylan roared his release, his hips stilling.
Sarah didn’t move. She couldn’t. She remained right where she was until Dylan slowly pulled out of her.
“Stay right there,” he whispered.
“Not going anywhere,” she assured him. “Except to sleep.”
Dylan chuckled, but Sarah drifted off. When she came to, she felt something warm between her legs. He was cleaning her, and she appreciated the gesture because she damn sure didn’t have the strength to get up.
“Sore?” he asked when he crawled into bed beside her.
Sarah snuggled up against him, her cheek on his chest. “A little.”
He kissed her forehead, and within seconds, Sarah once again drifted off.
But not before thinking that this man owned her.
Heart, body, and soul.
chapter TWENTY-TWO
AFTER SARAH STEPPED FOOT INTO her living room on Sunday evening, she was positive she was dreaming. For the last three days, she’d done so many things. Things she had never imagined herself doing. And not all of them involved sex.
Although Dylan had taken her to a sex club, he’d also taken her to a show, they’d shared some incredible food, done miles of walking to see all that Las Vegas had to offer tourists. He’d taken her downtown, and they’d watched the Fremont Street Experience, and he’d even convinced her to give zip-lining a try—which she would gladly never do again. And after all of that, he’d ushered her back on his grandfather’s private jet, and they’d flown back to Texas together. Side by side and sometimes hand in hand.
If she was being honest with herself, Sarah had never felt quite like this. Relaxed, free, optimistic about her future.
However, she still had a few doubts lingering deep down. They seemed to be front and center now that she was smack dab in the middle of her own reality, not on some dream vacation for a few days. It seemed that was when she always started to worry. When she was alone with her thoughts. The notion of someone else abandoning her always became more prominent during those times, no matter how hard she tried to ignore them.
After Dylan had dropped her off a few minutes ago, he had kissed her on her front porch and then left. Part of her had wished he had stayed because she hadn’t been ready for him to leave. The other part of her knew that they needed to put some distance between them. She was becoming too attached to the man. More than she’d expected.
But when it came down to it, Sarah knew that she’d done what she’d promised herself she wouldn’t.
She had gone and fallen hopelessly in love with Dylan Thomas despite knowing she shouldn’t. Despite knowing that he wouldn’t love her in return. Not the way she wanted to be loved. Unconditionally. Forever.
Which was rather disappointing, but Sarah had tried to put herself in Dylan’s shoes. He was a different man than the last time she’d been with him. Gone was the depression and the drinking. He was quick to smile and laugh, always eager to make love. And she felt as though he genuinely wanted to spend time with her.
But even though he was apparently living his life to the fullest, she still seemed to be waiting for him to backtrack. To retreat into the darkness from which he’d pulled himself. She’d known Dylan for a long time. She’d spent a lot of time with him, as friends. Eleven years was a long time to mourn the loss of someone who meant so much to him. Sometimes she thought he would never get over Meghan and she understood that. The fact that Paul’s memory had been pushed back, deep into her heart, made her feel guilty.
Seeing Dylan smile, the tiny lines around his eyes crinkling when he watched her, Sarah hadn’t wanted to do anything to take that away from him. From her. And not one time had he taken a drink. Of anything. His sobriety was a miraculous thing and she was so very proud of him. But she didn’t want to mention it, afraid if she did, it would make him relapse.
“Blue! Smokey!” Sarah set her suitcase just inside the front door and looked around for her cats. It didn’t take long for them to come waltzing into the living room, both of them looking at her as though she’d lost her mind.
They didn’t like it when she wasn’t home. They usually made that painfully clear. Even when she was just going to work. Her mother had texted her to let her know she’d brought them over that morning, wanting them to be here when Sarah returned. She was grateful because she’d missed them.
“I’m home,” she said as she moved forward, bending down until she could scratch them both behind their ears. “I told you I wouldn’t be gone long.”
“Aunt Sarah?” Jake called from the kitchen and Sarah had to clutch her chest. She hadn’t realized he was there. Turning to look out the window, she noticed his BMW parked on the street. Apparently, she’d been so lost in her own head that she’d missed his car entirely.
“Hey,” she said by way of greeting. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were here.”
“I just got here a few minutes ago. Grandma said you were coming back today. I wanted to check in with you.”