“Tell me you’ve never done this before.” I whisper, seeing his eyes dilate above me. “That you’ve never made love to anyone but me.”
There’s no hesitation in his reply. “Never. It’s only you, Dylan. Just you.” I grab his face and bring his lips to mine. Our moans are silenced by each other’s mouths and the music that is playing all around us. His panting increases and my hands are gripped as he brings them on either side of my face and laces his fingers through them. I love it when he does that to my hands. It’s such a boyfriend move. My breathing quickens as his tongue works against mine. Slow and steady thrusts, I’m pulsing around him and trying not to end this too soon. Making love to this man has gone way above any expectation I could have conjured. He increases his pace, thrusting deeper and harder and I’m close, so close but I want him to unravel with me. I need it like a drug.
“Come with me,” I beg and he drops his forehead to mine and grunts loudly. I’m there instantly with the look he gives me and fall out around him; trembling against him and feeling his warmth run through me.
“Dylan,” he whispers my name instead of his usual climatic scream, pumps into me and stills, collapsing down on top of me as I soak him and what we just did in. Our breathing is uneven and loud, his blowing across the skin of my neck and mine pushing out above us. I don’t care that his is making me hot, I don’t care that his hip is digging into mine and causing a shooting pain across my pelvis. I don’t want to move. Ever.
“That was.” I start to say but can’t finish because there are no words.
“Yeah, that was.” He kisses my lips quickly before sliding off the bed and muting the music. “Are you sore?” I flick my eyes up to meet his stare. His serious expression also containing a bit of hesitation.
“No, I’m perfect. That was perfect.” It was beyond perfect. I reach up and stretch above my head, as he crawls back over top of me, settling on his side and pulling me close to him.
“Hi,” I whisper.
“Hi, yourself.” His sweet smile pulls at his lips.
“So, tell me all about how you called Joey after I fell asleep Thursday night and not Friday morning.”
His eyes widen and his grin spreads. “I was wondering how long he’d keep that from you. Did he even make it twenty four hours?” His hand reaches up and brushes my hair out of my face, tucking it softly behind my ear.
“No way. Once the wine started flowing Friday night, he blabbed everything.” I reach out and run my hand along his jaw. “I like this, a lot. You should go all scruffy more often.”
“So should you.” His hand brushes between my legs and my eyes widen.
“What? Seriously?” I reply through a shocked grin.
“No, I like you like this. I can see every part of you without anything in my way.” I wiggle my brows at him and his infectious laugh pulls me in. “You know how much I hate anything getting in my way when it comes to you.”
“Is that why you steal my panties? To prevent me from putting a barrier in between us?”
He shrugs playfully, his lips curling up into a smile. “You wax it right?” I nod. “Doesn’t that hurt?”
Yes. “Nah, Will is really gentle.” Oh I’m devious.
“Excuse me?”
My smile cracks through and his face releases some of its tension but not much. He’s too easy. “He is. He’s been doing me for years.”
I’m quickly being pressed into the mattress by his tall frame. “I hope you’re fucking joking. I am not okay with a guy waxing you there.” My arms are pinned to my side by his knees and I’m now face to face with his erection. Whoa. He’s hard again already?
“What if I told you he was gay?”
“Doesn’t fucking matter.” He inches forward and brushes the tip against my mouth.
“Oh please, are you going to discipline me by making me suck you off? That’s hardly a punishment.” I dart my tongue out and lick the tip, seeing him shudder a bit as he stares down at me.
“It will be once I withhold your orgasm, which you know damn well I’m good at doing.” Oh shit. The memory of my worktop flashes through my mind. That was horrible.
“Alright! No it’s not a guy named Will. It’s a girl named Lacey.”
“Really, Lacey huh?” I roll my eyes at his sexual tone. Men.
“You’re perverted.”
“I am and so are you. Now, open that pretty mouth of yours and make me come.”
“Say please.” Another quick flick of my tongue pulls a groan out of his throat.
“Fuck that. Not after what you just put me through. Open.” Yum. Hello dominant Reese. I smile and open my mouth as he inches forward, granting me full access to his member.
“Fuck yes,” he grunts through gritted teeth as he fucks my face. Bringing one hand down, he holds the back of my head and plummets deeply into me, his quick thrusts causing my eyes to water. I glance up and see his other hand gripping the headboard until his knuckles are white. “So fucking good.”
I moan around him, my lips vibrating against his skin as he shifts his knee and pulls my right arm out. “Wrap around me.” I grip the base with my hand and begin sliding up and down his length as he stills, keeping just the tip of him in my mouth. I’m gliding easily, the saliva from my mouth completely drenching him. Working him hard and fast, my tongue flicks against him and my lips tease his head. He pulses inside me and I see the tension in his jaw. I love doing this to him and get just as much pleasure out of it as he does. Dropping his head back, his adam’s apple slides and his veins protrude in his neck as he moans deeply. His own body is vibrating with his sounds, moving against my tongue. I keep my eyes on him, watching his chest heave with each thrust and his stomach clench as I work him. Sucking and teasing him, my hand grips harder and I see his shoulders hunch forward. “I’m close, love. Don’t stop.”
“Do you want to come in my mouth?” I ask, as I lick the tip.
His eyes widen. “Yes, unless I have options?” His voice is strained and I know he’s on the brink.
“You could come on me if you want. I think I’d like that.”
He swallows and quickly backs down my body, angling himself at my breasts. “Here?” he asks and I nod, pumping him hard and seeing his lip pull into his mouth. We both stare at the spectacle of him coming on my breasts, the white warmth rolling between my mounds and a few drops landing close to my neck. “Holy shit. That’s so fucking hot.”
I nod in agreement and stare down at myself, letting go of his cock and seeing him shiver a bit. “You marked me again.” I swirl a bit of it on the softened red mark on my left breast and see him watch me, studying me.
“I think you like it when I mark you.”
I dip my finger into my mouth. “I love it when you mark me.” He climbs off the bed and disappears into the hallway as I gaze down at my sticky mess. It really is hot, seeing what I’ve pulled out of him. Having him label me with it. I wonder if he’s done that before. Nope, stop it, Dylan. He comes back in moments later with a small hand towel and begins wiping him off me.
“That was amazing you know,” he says through a smile.
“I know. I want to mark you now.”
His eyebrow arches as he tosses the towel onto the floor, planting quick kisses to both my nipples. “Do you? With what?” My eyes search around the room and land on a notebook that’s sitting on his dresser with a pen marking a page in it. I quickly hop off and grab it, scurrying back over to the bed and pushing him down onto his back. “Are you going to draw on me?”
“No, not draw. I’m going to write on you, but where?” My eyes rake all over his beautiful body as I suck on the pen cap. “I mean really, your body is almost too pretty for tattoos. Would you ever get one?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. I’m not opposed to it entirely. What are you going to write?”
“Patience professor.” He muffles his laugh under me as I drop his arm open and begin writing on the inside of his bicep. The ink is dark, a deep blue as I scroll in
overly girly handwriting and smile at myself.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself. Why are you putting it there?”
“Because I love your arms and it’s hidden. I like thinking that I’m the only one that knows it’s there. Just for me.”
“You say that like it’s permanent.”
I shrug. “I can rewrite it daily if I have to.” I retrace the letters to darken them and feel his eyes on me. “Do you study everything the way you study me?”
“No. Unfortunately, not everything in my life is as fascinating as you are.”
“I’m a twenty-six-year-old baker who’s lived in South Side her entire life. How is that fascinating?”
“I don’t know, just is. And you study me just as much so I should ask you the same question.”
I recap my pen. “Well that answer should be obvious. I’m looking for a new tax guy.” Leaning down, I blow gently across his arm and dry the ink. “There, all done.”
His head raises and he glances at his arm, the words Do I Wanna Know? printed on him in my script. He studies it for a moment, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth and I watch his long lashes flutter before his eyes flick to mine.
“I like your mark.”
“Me too.” I chuck the pen onto the dresser and settle in next to him, pulling the covers up around us. He wraps his arm around my waist and closes his eyes, his breathing slowing down to a soft rhythm as I observe him. It doesn’t take long before I know he’s sleeping. Chest rising and falling slowly, eyes fluttering as if he’s mid-dream and lips slightly parted to allow for his breath to escape. I study him for minutes and then minutes become hours. I’m so ridiculously happy in this moment that when I begin to silently cry next to him, I don’t know what to think besides what I’m now willing to admit to myself. That I’m crazy in love with this man. I love everything about him. From the tiniest detail like the little lines next to his eyes and the slit that runs down his bottom lip, to the way I can only seem to be able to take a full breath when he’s near me. I love the words he says to me and the look he reserves only for me; even if that look is one that’s a preamble to a Reese style flip out. I love the way I can sense his presence and the way my heart beats in my chest when I finally lock eyes with him. I love him. Just him. And the tears that I let myself cry are both of worry that he’s not going to reciprocate these feelings and because I’m finally willing to let myself feel them. So I’ll let my tears fall, because I’ve been denying my feelings for him since the moment I fell into his lap and because I’m a silly girl who is going to turn into a brave woman tomorrow and finally tell him how I fell. Fuck being casual. I’m so over that bullshit.
Twenty
I wake up Monday morning, my eyes fluttering open slowly to adjust to the sunlight pouring through the window and I notice immediately that I’m alone and not in my bed. Glancing over at the clock, I note the time is 9:42a.m. and realize that he’s probably gone to work after trying to wake me countless times. I really need to figure out a way to be woken up out of my slumber. What if we eventually have kids and they try to wake me up to make them breakfast or some shit and I’m dead to the world? Jesus, did I just say if we eventually have kids? When have I ever thought about having children before? Never. I’ve never thought about having children. I picture a miniature Reese meandering around the house, trying to keep his siblings in line and raking his hands through his wild hair when they don’t listen. I giggle silently at the thought and quickly push it out of my mind. Crazy, Dylan. Utter craziness.
I crawl out of bed and duck into the bathroom briefly before finding my clothes scattered all around the couch. The memory of their quick removal sends a shiver through me. That was fun. I should challenge his desire for me more often. Slipping on my panties and his University of Chicago T-shirt, I find my phone and quickly dial Joey, feeling like a complete idiot and shitty friend for not having called him last night after the break in.
“Cupcake. What the fuck, girlie? Can you believe that psycho broke our window out?”
I plop down onto a dining room chair and begin rubbing my head. “Well at least we think it was probably her. I’m so sorry I didn’t call you last night, my mind was all over the place.” I sigh heavily as the image of the hooded figure creeps into my mind.
“No worries, your casual fuck buddy called me when he was on his way over to rescue you. I’m sure he figured you had other things on your mind than reminding your assistant not to show up to work today.” I grunt at the casual fuck buddy reference and spot a piece of paper hanging off the edge of the kitchen counter. I reach over and grab it, noticing my favorite handwriting.
Dylan,
I have no fucking clue how I ever survived not waking up to you. And before you say anything, yes I did try to wake you up to go for a run with me. You were adorably out cold, as usual. Enjoy your day off.
X Reese
P.S. Here’s a spare key if you go out today. Keep it.
Swoon.
“Hey, so listen, I have some phone calls to make to the insurance company and to find someone to put in a security system and a door above the stairs but when I’m done, any chance you could pick me up and take me to Reese’s office?”
“Yeah, sure. I’m pretty bored myself over here since Billy’s gone to work. What’s going on at the office?”
I smile. “Oh you know, the usual. Just me going to finally tell our favorite numbers guy that I’m madly in love with him.” I hear the phone drop and Joey’s insanely high pitched screams.
“DYLAN. Oh my fucking God. Yes, girl, yes. Hurry up and make those stupid phone calls and then text me when you’re ready. Ooohhh I’m bursting over here.”
“And don’t say anything to Juls. I’d hate for her to leak it to Ian who would most likely blab. I feel like those men talk just as much as we do sometimes.”
“Mmmm mmm. Don’t you worry, my lips are sealed on this one. Take care of your shit and then let’s get to the important matters at hand.”
***
I called the insurance company and made sure that I wouldn’t be responsible for any of the damage from the break in. They assured me that the window was in fact being repaired during our phone call and that I would be up and running by tomorrow. Grabbing Reese’s iPad off the bed, I looked up the number to a security system company and got an estimate on a top of the line alarm system to install. Using the commission from Justin’s stupid wedding, I went ahead and arranged for the men to come today and set it up, that way it would also be ready by tomorrow. I wasn’t sure who the hell to call about getting a door put in, so I dialed my parents and held my breath knowing that I was about to get a huge ear full for not having called them last night.
“Oh for Christ’s sake, Dylan. Something horrible could have happened to you. You could have been raped, murdered, Jesus Christ. I can’t believe you’re just now calling us.” My mother’s tirade goes on for a good ten minutes before I’m able to get a word in.
“I know I know. I’m sorry I didn’t call. But I’m fine. Nothing happened and we’re pretty sure we know who it was and the police are looking for her.” Stupid red headed bitch.
“Her? It was a woman? What kind of a woman throws a brick through a store window? Good grief what is the world coming to?”
“Just some ex-girlfriend of Reese’s, Mom. Look, everything is fine. The window is being repaired right now and a security system is being installed today as well. I just need to talk to dad about putting a door in to separate my living space from the bakery.” Which really, I should have done years ago. I just didn’t feel the need to do so until now. That or I could get a guard dog. No, that has to be unsanitary around all those baked goods.
“Ex-girlfriend? Humph, a woman scorned no less. Well, at least you’re safe and this finally makes you put in a well overdue alarm system.” She exhales forcefully. “Here’s your father. Bill, go easy on her, she’s fine.”
“Dylan, sweetheart, you’re alright then?” My dad’s voice is incredibly c
alm compared to my mother’s, but that’s always been his personality. I definitely get my short fuse from the women in my family.
“Yes, Dad, I’m fine. But I need to get a door installed at the top of the stairs leading from the kitchen. How do I go about doing that?” He immediately goes into Daddy mode and tells me not to worry about it, that he will head to a local hardware store today and purchase a door for me. When I tell him that I can handle it he shuts me up quickly and I let him. I don’t think there is anything my father enjoys more than doing something for me that keeps me safe. After I am reassured that it will be taken care of today, I hang up, text Joey to head on over, and hop in the shower.
I relish in Reese’s shampoo and body wash, letting the steam create a cloud of his yumminess all around me as I clean up. I’m surprisingly not nervous at all about telling him that I love him. After last night, the love making, him telling me that I make him want things he’s never wanted before, I feel empowered to do this. I quickly slip into a pair of jeans and a cute top as a knock on the door sends me dashing through the condo. I fling it open and beam at my assistant.
“AH! I’m soooo excited. Please let me be there when you tell him.”
“What? No way. This is a private moment. You may wait outside.” I slip into my shoes and grab my cell and the spare key Reese left for me, slipping it onto my key ring and locking up behind us. “Okay, let’s do this shit before I lose my nerve.”
**
We stopped by the bakery on the way to his office. The men who were in charge of replacing the window were just finishing up and had me sign a few pieces of paper before they gave it a final wipe down and left. Joey and I both watched the security guys go over how to arm and disarm the system, giving us both the code and a few forms to sign as well before they too hit the road. My mom sent me a text informing me that my father had purchased a door with an insane amount of locks and that he would be stopping by later on today to install it. I wouldn’t have to stick around because other than Joey and myself, my parents also had a key to the bakery. So, after piling back into the civic, we finished the short drive to the Walker & Associates building.
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