Chapter Twenty
Chantel
Disoriented,I woke to a large hand between my clenched thighs, heat spreading through me, liquid and undeniable.
At first, I’d thought it was a dream.The most explicit, pulse-pounding wet dream of my life.But this was so much better.And I didn’t want it to stop.
Eyes closed, brain barely online, I rolled my hips into the touch, chasing more.
“Open.”Dylan’s voice was a low command against my ear, his hand a devastating force between my legs.
His solid chest molded to my back, his breath warm against the nape of my neck, and his massive erection ground against the crease of my ass.
No, this was definitely not a dream.Thank God.
Maybe I should have been less impulsive.More concerned about waking Sean, who I could hear breathing deep and evenly on the other side of the mattress.But I’d stopped caring about consequences the first time this man laid hands on me.And right now, I was nothing but raw, uninhibited need.
On a heavy sigh, I parted my thighs.
Dylan hummed his approval, gliding his fingers over my clit before plunging two of them deep into my core, rough and without warning.
I whimpered.It was a desperate, hedonistic sound that I had no hope of holding back.
Sean made a soft snoring sound and moved, the whole bed seeming to rock with just a tiny shift of his big body.But then his breath evened out again as he settled.
The thought of him just inches away, asleep, while Dylan touched me like this…
Crisse d’ostie.I’d never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, and still didn’t, but something about having him here to catch us in the act—to have him watching and wanting—made me even wetter.
“Fuck,enchanté…” Dylan moved his fingers back to my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure, circling in a way that made me dizzy with need.“Your pussy’s fucking soaked.”
I was panting now, my breath like the rest of my body, completely out of my control.Every part of me was at his mercy.
His other hand snaked around from underneath me, finding my breast and squeezing, rough callouses digging into my skin.Then his fingers found my nipple and he pinched.Hard.
A sharp gasp tore out of me before I could swallow it.The pain shot straight down to my clit.His fingers that were already there, already working me, caught the wave and pushed me higher.
“Fuck, yes.”His voice was a low rasp at my ear.“You’re ready to come just from a little pain and the thought of being caught, aren’t you?”
How did he know?How could he read not just my body but my mind?
God, I was in so much trouble.This man was going to steal something from me I wasn’t ready to give.
I’d built a life on discipline, fourteen-hour hospital shifts, caffeine, and all-night study sessions.I knew what I wanted, where my life was going, and I’d never once let anyone pull me off track or push me further than I was willing to go.Never once had I given myself over to pure desire like this.
Who would’ve guessed that Dylan McCoy—the hot cop with a kid, an ex he couldn’t quit, and a penchant for being mean—would be the man to break me.Even worse, that I’d want him to.
“Soak my hand,” he murmured like he was reading me poetry.“Soak the whole fucking bed when you come.”
His fingers slid lower, two of them pushing inside me at once, a third joining them right after, and I had to bite down on the pillow to keep from crying out.But he didn’t let up.
He pumped them harder, faster, while his other hand twisted my nipple in a way that was just shy of cruel.
Sean’s voice cut through the moment.“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I was going to come.Fuckd’ostie, I was going to come so fucking hard.
The wet sound of my arousal drowned out my muffled sobs.And when Dylan’s teeth found the back of my neck and bit down, I let go.I was like a dam breaking.All the pain, all the indescribable pressure, released in a violent rush.
