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I didn’t remember last night being nearly so gentle, so I had the feeling he was pulling out all the stops for tonight. Making it last. Just in case.
As he kissed his way back up my legs, I was done with sentimentality, and was getting ready to scream that I’d do whatever he wanted if would just touch me for real. And then he did. And I screamed all the same. He nibbled and sucked his way across my aching flesh like he’d done it a thousand times. Which was crazy, because at most it had been two or three times.
But when I reached out and grabbed his hard cock, the familiarity was just as strong. I stroked him eagerly, until he begged for me to stop. And when I did, Dean grabbed my waist and lifted me into his lap, as if reading my mind. We grinned at each other, both thinking about my earlier answer, and then I sank down onto him.
I rocked my hips and closed my eyes, determined to remember this moment clearly. I didn’t think it would be a problem. Especially not when Dean placed one hand on my breast and pinched my nipple, and the other on my already overly sensitive clit, tweaking it in the same way. Within minutes I was coming again, clenching around him.
Hanging on by a thread, he flipped us over and slid back into me fiercely. Still reeling, I clutched him against my chest and weakly thrust against him, the angle causing him to grind against my pelvis. A second later I was feeling a familiar tightening in my lower abdomen that didn’t seem possible so soon after.
Sure enough, a few pumps later, I was clawing at his back once more, shaking from the intensity of my orgasm. At which point Dean gave in to his own climax with a long, low groan of pleasure, driving hard and deep until he had nothing left to give. Then, he grunted and flopped down next to me.
We were sweaty and out of breath. And exhausted after the long weekend of drinking and partying. Still, sleep was the last thing on my mind. Another performance like that and I’d probably marry him all over again. Holy hell. Alcohol or not, forgetting any second of last night felt like a crime.
We laid together, lost in our own thoughts, until Dean rolled out of bed to get cleaned up. On his way back, he grabbed his phone off the floor and immediately started asking me more naughty questions.
“Hey. Cheater. You need to earn those.” I told him, jokingly.
He rolled over onto his stomach and slid his hand up my inner thigh. “I will.”
I swallowed hard. “Fire away.”
We only made it to the fourth question before tossing the phone aside again. And unfortunately, afterwards, I couldn’t hold off the impending stupor. Just before I drifted off to sleep, I felt Dean’s chest rumble below me.
“What are we going to do?”
I didn’t need to ask him for clarification. I knew exactly what he meant. And I was too tired to think about it. I didn’t want to ruin the first bit of happiness I’d had in a long time.
“Figure it out later. Not now,” I murmured, wanting to bask in this contentment a while longer. “We can talk back home.”
Dean was silent as he ran his fingers through my hair. Then he relaxed and pulled me closer until I was snuggled against his chest. “It’s a plan.”
CHAPTER8
Dean
Exactly two and a half days later, I approached the door to Jillian’s apartment building.
I hadn’t seen her since we had parted ways outside my hotel room mid-Sunday morning. Getting out of that bed to pack for the trip home hadn’t been easy. Not with a very naked Jillian still sleeping peacefully under the rumpled covers.
Unfortunately, I’d had no choice in the matter. The guys and I had agreed to take off early enough so that everyone could get home in time to be able to reasonably get up for work on Monday. And we had all carpooled, so I couldn’t even blow them off and go home later. Considering Jillian and the girls had all called in sick and were staying another night, it was a seriously tempting prospect. I had wanted nothing more than to stay with her. For numerous reasons.
But I didn’t. I had just enough willpower and decency to finish out the weekend with Alex and Zack and the other guys. Because I owed them that. I’d come with them to celebrate our friendship, and the ride home was as much a part of that as the other activities. Not to mention I’d disappeared on them twice now. The timing sucked though.
Well beyond tired and dehydrated, I slowly finished dressing and cleaning up the hotel room. I smiled as I picked up the remnants of our game off the floor. I’d never be able to play quarters again without thinking aboutourversion. And while the conclusion of the game had been incredible, I’d also enjoyed seeing the funny and carefree Jillian that I’d met at the bar. Her easy joy and mischievous smile had been what had initially drawn me to her, and it had been absent for a long time now. I was thrilled to be part of its’ return. And if I was lucky, I would have more similar chances in the future.
Doing my best to not think about the alternative, I stuffed my belongings haphazardly into my bag. And then I was out of tasks. Reluctantly I sat on the bed and woke Jillian.
“Hey. I need to head out. The guys are waiting downstairs.”
She sat up and rubbed her face, looking just as gorgeous as she had the night before, even with her hair mussed and her makeup smudged. Once again, her naked skin was bathed in early morning light, and I nearly forgot everything I’d just told myself.
“Oh. Yeah. Sorry I slept so late,” she said, her voice husky with sleep.
I couldn’t hide my smirk. The obnoxious part of me that I usually tried to keep deeply buried was proud of wearing her out so completely. That monstrous voice also wondered if my brother had ever been able to do so, but that was a dangerous line of thought that I immediately shut down.
“No worries. I wanted to let you sleep as long as I could,” I answered. And then I stepped back to help her up.
I didn’t bother averting my eyes as she climbed out of bed. It could very well be my last opportunity to ogle her in all her glory, after all. Sadly, she quickly dressed, ending my perusal.
