Coming For You

by Alyson Reynolds

  Zane struggled with the lock to the house when we finally made our way to the front entry. We tried to be stealthy getting inside and going upstairs, but he backed into a table and nearly knocked it to the floor. I slipped down a stair and narrowly missed rolling back down them. It didn’t help that Zane’s hands were all over me. He peeled me out of my jacket as soon as we walked in the front door and continued to leave a path of our jackets and shoes through the house as we made our way to our room. Vaguely, I realized we were drunker than we thought.

  I flicked on the light as we walked into our room and shut the door behind us. When my eyes met Zane’s hungry gaze, I felt wanton.

  Devoured.

  Like he was absolutely going to eat me alive.

  He’d already unbuttoned his pants and tugged his shirt off over his head. My gaze ran over his muscled chest and fell to where his hand rubbed his cock through his jeans. It wasn’t fair that he was having all the fun. I tugged my sweater over my head and threw it to the ground. Zane’s eyes raked over my body as my pale skin came into view.

  “You don’t play fair, Hart,” he growled. “You’re killing me, baby.”

  I preened at his words. With that simple admission, the tides shifted. I wasn’t the one being hunted anymore, I was doing the hunting. As I stalked towards him his eyes widened in interest. It took one good shove to push him back on the bed. His hands automatically went to my hips as I climbed over him. A lazy smile covered his handsome face and I smirked down at him.

  “It’s time for you to stop talking, Dr. Turner.”

  My body rubbed along his as I stretched up to kiss him. Our lips crashing together cut off his husky moan. He tasted like whiskey and sin.

  My favorite combination.

  The heady feeling from the alcohol wasn’t dissipating, if anything it was getting stronger because of the intense sexual tension flowing between us. My fingers trailed up Zane’s ribs and cupped his neck to deepen the kiss. We pulled away breathless and gasping for air. I was desperate for more, but getting oxygen was more important than Zane’s mouth at the moment.

  “You’re intoxicating, Dillon. You’re so fucking tempting.” He ran his tongue up the side of my neck and a shivered.

  Oh god, fuck oxygen.

  No man had ever spoken to me the way Zane did. He could be so infuriating one moment and utterly sweet the next. I slammed my mouth back down on his, fusing us together, desperate for more.

  I ended up on my knees with Zane behind me, his strong arms holding my back against his front. It took him seconds to sheath himself with a condom. We watched the mirror in front of us as he pounded into me, my breasts bouncing with each thrust of his hips. One of Zane’s hands rested lightly at my throat and the thrill of helplessness made me desperate for more. He was controlling my body and my every movement.

  And for once I didn’t want to be in control.

  I wanted Zane to take me to places I hadn’t been in a long time. He nipped at my shoulder with his sharp teeth bringing me back to reality. His eyes met mine in the mirror and I couldn’t break the connection we had as we stared at one another. My body shattered and I felt myself slump forward to the mattress.

  Zane shouted out and I felt him pulse inside me as he came. My limbs felt numb. I stretched my legs out behind me and slid down onto my stomach. A lazy smile made its way across my face when Zane stretched out beside me, his arm snaked out and pulled me closer into his side. I yawned once.

  “Did I wear you out?” he teased.

  “This whole day wore me out.”

  I fell asleep quickly, between the sex and the alcohol my body was sated and relaxed. At some point during the night, Zane picked me up and moved us so we were under the covers. My hand rested lightly on his chest and our legs were entangled when I woke up a few hours later as sunlight just started to peek into the room. It was odd being here with him, but I didn’t want to fight how Zane made me feel, not right that second.

  For once I was going to enjoy the moment.

  Chapter 18

  Zane

  It was odd waking up with Dillon in my arms. We’d never done sleepovers before, but it didn’t mean I was opposed. In fact, having her there with me made my day instantly better. This smart mouthed reporter was making a mark on my heart that I wasn’t sure I would ever recover from. The more I tried to hold her at a distance, the harder she worked to break through my walls. Maybe it was the journalistic tendencies in her, trying to get to the bottom of the story. Either way, she was different than every other woman I’d ever been with.

  Her head was tucked beneath my chin and her arms wrapped around my waist. Dillon was such a contradiction. Whiskey in a teacup. A wild woman that smoke cigars and drank the best scotch, but she also dressed in tight little skirts and had a shoe collection that could rival the Kardashian sisters. I was so fucking gone over this woman. No matter what her explanation was about what the nurses said, I would probably forgive her.

  Dillon stirred in my arms, slowly nuzzling her nose into my chest. It brought a smile to my face

  “Good morning,” she said sleepily.

  “Morning, baby.” I pulled her tighter into my chest as I hugged her. “How did you sleep?”

  She yawned and it was the most adorable damn thing I’d ever seen her do. “Pretty good. Once we actually went to sleep.”

  She smiled and dug her face into my chest again. Seeing her almost shy was new, but last night had been a little crazy.

  “We should go down for breakfast soon.” I grabbed my phone and looked at the time. “It’s almost eight thirty; we’re going to miss breakfast if we don’t get moving.” She looked at me questioningly. “David and my mom hire a staff while they stay here. Every morning breakfast is from seven thirty to nine. The sheer amount is ostentatious, but my mom makes sure anything left over is taken to a homeless shelter not far from here.”

  “That sounds like your mom.”

  I kissed her forehead and climbed out from under the warm covers. She watched me closely, obviously admiring what she’d had the night before, as I padded across the hardwood floors to where I’d stashed my suitcase yesterday. I loved seeing the flash in her eyes.

  “Like something you see?” I teased.

  She grinned and covered her face playfully.

  “Sometimes,” she called out from under the comforter.

  I chuckled and walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth.

  A few minutes later we walked down the hall hand in hand towards the dining room. Kade, Justin and Savannah didn’t look much better than we did. Dillon followed my lead, and we went over to the sideboard, grabbed plates and served ourselves. I sat down across from my brother and studied him. He was frowning as he stared off into space.

  “What’s wrong with your face?” I asked, quoting an old joke that we’d come up with when we were kids.

  “Ass,” he mumbled. “Just worried about this storm coming in, half the wedding guests aren’t here yet.”

  Savannah’s phone rang next to her. She jumped up and ran into the hall to answer it. I frowned because that wasn’t typical Savannah behavior.

  “What’s up with her? I know you guys are worried about people getting here, but Savannah’s not the bridezilla type.”

  Justin watched Savannah pacing in the hall as she spoke on the phone. “One of her bridesmaids might not make it. She would normally let it go, but you know how she is about numbers. The woman is more superstitious than a witch doctor.”

  Dillon looked between us and Kade finally leaned over to explain. “Savannah is a little particular about certain numbers. Five is one of those special numbers. The wedding party has six people in it. Three groomsmen, three bridesmaids. Now it’s all thrown off if they don’t get here in time.”

  “Kelly text her last night as we were coming home from the bar, she’s on standby to fly out as soon as she can, but it’s not looking promising,” Justin said, frowning again.

  Savannah came back in and sat down n
ext to Justin, looking defeated. “It’s official. Kelly can’t make it. They just shut down the entire airport, nothing in or out.”

  “Oh honey, I’m sorry” Dillon said, reaching over and patting her hand. “Let me know if there’s anything we can do.”

  Savannah stared at Dillon very similarly to how Dillon had looked at me the night before. Hungry and desperate. “There is something you can do. Be in my wedding.”

  Dillon sat back in her chair quickly. “No, really you don’t want someone you just met in your wedding. It will ruin the pictures. What happens when—”

  She stopped abruptly, but I knew she was going to say when we broke up. Everyone sitting at the table understood, but no one finished her sentence.

  “You would be doing me a favor. I have this thing about numbers.” Savannah laughed. “It’s silly, but to me it’s totally real.”

  “Don’t you have a cousin or someone that can step in?” Dillon asked hopefully.

  Savannah shook her head. “No, I already have my sisters, but there aren’t any cousins. My side of the family is really small.”

  “What about the dresses? It’ll look silly if I don’t match,” she protested.

  “Kelly shipped her dress here last week. I think it’ll fit you wonderfully,” my mother chimed in from the doorway. We all looked back at her, surprised that she was there. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to butt in, but I overheard what was going on. I think that you should at least try on the dress, Dillon.”

  “Please?” Savannah begged, her eyes pleading for Dillon to say yes.

  Dillon sighed and pushed away her plate. “Let’s go try the thing on. If it’s hideous I’m going to kick your ass for asking me to do this.”

  Savannah laughed and jumped up from her seat, running around the table to hug Dillon. The girls rushed off, leaving us behind wondering what the hell had just happened. I glanced between my brother and my best friend, one quite bemused and the other thrilled beyond belief.

  “Do you really think Dillon will do this for Savannah?” Justin asked.

  I hid my smile behind my coffee cup. “I doubt she would try on the dress if she was going to say no. She’s not exactly afraid of saying no.”

  Kade grinned. “So that means we’re all free today.”

  I started to protest, but realized he was probably right. If Dillon had been stolen away by my mom and Savannah, I wouldn’t see her until dinner tonight.

  “Well, now that my schedule is cleared, what are we doing today?”

  Justin grinned. “We can always go back to the bar.”

  Kade groaned and put his hand to his head. “No more of that for a while, at least until tomorrow night after the wedding. We could start the bachelor party early though.”

  Now it was Justin’s turn to groan. “What do you have in mind?”

  I leaned back in my chair. “Since it’s your last day as a single man, let’s start easy. I dare you to post the most embarrassing picture in your phone to instagram.”

  He grimaced. “Damn it, all of Savannah’s family follows me on there.”

  I grabbed his phone from the table and started scrolling through his pictures. Hopefully I wouldn’t run into any nudes of his fiancée while I was searching. Although now that I considered it, he probably would have grabbed his phone back before now if there were any.

  “This one looks good,” I said, smirking as I showed the phone to Kade. He laughed and nodded his head vigorously. “I bet your in-laws will love how you look in a speedo.”

  “Fuck man, really?” He ran his hand down his face in exasperation.

  “Why do you even have that picture on your phone?” Kade asked laughing.

  “Savannah.” He paused for a moment. “And it was a fucking dare. Son of a bitch. You guys plan this stuff don’t you?”

  I tried to hold back a snort of laughter. We didn’t plan it, but it worked out to my advantage. “You know the consequences if you don’t want to—”

  “Post the fucking picture. I don’t want my balls to hurt for a week. It would be in my best interest for them to work really well tomorrow night.” He sighed and stood up. “Come on, let’s go raid David’s liquor cabinet. I have a feeling I’m going to need it with you two.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “You do realize it’s nine in the morning right?”

  He grinned. “Like you guys said, it’s my last day as a free man.”

  * * *

  The rest of the day went by quickly, lost in shots of alcohol and reminiscing of our younger days. Kade gave Justin advice on how not to fuck up his marriage. He was after all the first of us to get married and divorced. Most of his suggestions were valid, but Justin had the advantage of not working crazy hours and being called into surgery at all hours of the day and night. There were times I’d work a forty-eight hour shift, sleep two hours, then get called right back in to work.

  Being in a relationship was hard when you worked like that. Kade’s ex-wife wasn’t the kind of woman that could put others ahead of herself. So when she finally told him she was done, they divorced and she’d taken him for every penny she could. It had soured Kade on women for a long time. Except for sex, he was totally okay with using a woman for sex. Which wasn’t all that surprising considering he was such a manwhore before he got married anyway.

  The girls found us curled up in the library, each of us clutching a glass of scotch and laughing hysterically. I was wiping tears from my eyes as Dillon and Savannah pushed open the door.

  “What’s so funny?” Savannah asked as she sat down next to Justin. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her forehead.

  There was a funny pull in my chest because I wanted that. Without realizing it, I’d become the kind of man that craved a stable relationship. If Dillon and I could actually talk, maybe we could have that—not secrets and half truths that kept us at arm’s length. She’d been so adamant though.

  “We were talking about senior year,” I answered. “Did the dress fit?”

  Dillon nodded. “It did. Savannah is all set. Three bridesmaids, three groomsmen, there won’t be any weird numbers.”

  “Thanks again for this,” Savannah said.

  Dillon winked at her and took my glass of scotch. The look on her face when she took the first sip made me want to take her back to our room and lock the door behind us. The fact that she had amazing taste in liquor just made me want her even more.

  “What’s the plan for tonight?” Kade asked. “It is your last night as single people.”

  Justin and Savannah shared a look. “We don’t want to do individual bachelor and bachelorette parties. It doesn’t make sense to us. You guys know I don’t have many girl friends, and I spend all my time with the three of you” Savannah trailed off. “I understand if you guys want to go out without us though. Dillon and I can just hang out at the house.”

  I frowned. Why hadn’t Kade and I thought about that sooner? Savannah had always fit in with us. We never noticed the fact that she didn’t have many girlfriends to hang out with.

  “It’s settled. We’re all going back to the bar tonight. It’s going to be like the old times, except you two are getting married tomorrow,” I announced. “Dinner at The Tavern before we go for drinks?”

  They all nodded. I glanced down at Dillon to make sure she was okay with this decision. She seemed content being there beside me. Seeing her fit in with my friends so well made me happy. As much as I hated that Savannah’s sorority sister couldn’t make it for the wedding, I was secretly thrilled that Dillon would be in the wedding with me.

  “Dillon, truth or dare?” Savannah asked.

  I watched as she took a drink, considering her options. “Truth. I’m too lazy to get up and do anything after being your Barbie for the past five hours,” she teased.

  Savannah grinned. “Fair enough. What’s the craziest thing you’ve done with an ex?” She made a face. “I don’t want to know about your sex life with Zane, so ex’s only.”

  Dillon laughed. “Okay
. Back in college I dated an art major. He was certifiably insane.” She took a sip of the scotch. “He was one of those brilliant individuals that saw beauty and art in everything. Somehow I let him talk me into having sex for an art exhibit.”

  We all looked at her in confusion and encouraged her to continue. “You mean you did it and he recorded it, or you rolled around in paint while you were fucking?” I asked.

  She laughed. “I wish. Nope, we legitimately had sex while people watched. We were covered in different colors of paint, which did leave marks on the canvas below, and he made sure no one could tell it was me, but it was in a glass exhibit at his gallery opening. I got high as a fucking kite to make sure I could actually go through with it. There were strobe lights—that was trippy as hell—and then paint got in some really uncomfortable places.”

  “Oh my gosh,” Savannah said giggling. “I can just see it now.”

  “After that I decided that exhibitionism wasn’t for me.” She shrugged. “C’est la vie. I’ll try anything once.”

  I didn’t know which part of the story surprised me the most—the fact that she’d got high, or the fact that she’d had sex in public. Dillon laughed when she looked at me. My chin had to be on the floor, but there was nothing I could do about it. She’d just shocked the hell out of me.

  “You okay there Zane?” she asked, her eyes flashing in amusement.

  “I—fuck Dillon.” I moved around in my seat, fighting against the urge to adjust my cock in front of my friends. “That’s the last thing I expected to come out of your mouth.”

  My friends stared at us with varying degrees of interest on their faces. Justin was flabbergasted, Savannah was amused and Kade was probably turned on and about to start looking for a video on the internet.

  “That’s awesome,” Savannah said giggling. “I doubt I could ever be that free and do something like that.”

  “To be fair, it was thirteen years ago. I’m not that person anymore and I sure as hell wouldn’t do it again.”