Chapter 10

CHAPTER

TEN

DILLION

Gasping, I sit straight up. I’m alone in the bed. Looking around, I expect to find myself alone in the bedroom, too. In all honesty, I expect to find myself in my own house, but I’m not there. I’m in the same messy bedroom I fell asleep in.

There is a noise to the side of the room. Turning my head, I find Humble standing a few feet away. I blink at the sight of him. He’s dressed. His eyes find mine, and he smirks.

“I was letting you sleep,” he murmurs.

“What time is it?”

He chuckles. God, he’s sexy. He’s tall and strong. His tattoos are phenomenal. He’s got some facial hair, but nothing too long like some of the others. He’s dressed in jeans and leather as if they were made for him, or maybe he was made for them, I’m not sure.

“It’s late. I have to leave in a few hours,” he murmurs.

“Leave?”

He nods his head once. “Leave,” Humble confirms. “I’ll only be gone a few days.”

Tugging the sheet a little farther up my body, covering my breasts fully, I blink a few times as I stare at him and try to figure out what exactly is happening. He doesn’t offer me anything else. He just moves around his room, packing his bag and gathering his things.

“Humble?” I call out.

He stops and lifts his head, his eyes finding mine as he waits for me to say what's on my mind. He seems to be waiting, attentive, and so damn sexy. I’ve never felt this way before, not at all.

I know I should probably be feeling guilty. I’ve cheated on my secret lover, except I don’t feel the least bit guilty. I feel good. Happy even. Comfortable. If my house sold today, I would have a problem leaving Pineville.

Earlier today, I would have walked away without looking back, but one night with this man has me ready to stay forever. It’s the weirdest thing. I thought my secret lover was the be-all and end-all, and now that I’ve been in Humble’s bed, in his arms…

I want him.

I want to keep him.

I’ve never felt this way before. I didn’t know anything could be this good—could feel this good.

“Yeah, Dillion?” His voice is soft and sweet.

I shake my head, my eyes finding his. I watch him for a moment. “You’ll come back soon?” I ask.

“Only a few days,” his deep voice murmurs. “I have some shit I gotta do, but then we’ll be back.”

“And when you come back?”

I’ve never felt so nervous or so on edge before. And stupid. I feel really fucking stupid. When he doesn't answer, I wish I could vanish in an instant. I want to disappear. I can’t, though. I’m stuck here, naked and vulnerable, hoping he’ll throw me a scrap. Any scrap.

I fell for him because he has a great mouth and an even better dick—I’m an idiot. And I didn’t really think any of this through. I wanted to be wild, to do something I would never normally do. And now here I am. Completely falling for this guy, this virtual stranger.

“When I come back, we’ll spend some time together.”

“Will we?” I ask, almost as if I’m dying of thirst, and he’s the only water in the whole world.

I’m desperate.

I know I am.

I’m sure I sound and look it, too. There are some things you can hide, some things you can pretend and brush off. But not this. Humble doesn’t call me out on it, though. Instead, he stops what he’s doing and makes his way toward me. I watch as he sinks down on the edge of the bed.

Reaching out, he cups my cheek. His palm is warm, and I welcome the touch. My breath hitches as his thumb slides across my bottom lip, and his eyes search mine. “We will, Dillion. If you couldn’t guess, I like you a hell of a lot.”

“But you don’t even know me,” I whisper. “How could you like me?”

I hear his chuckle as if he thinks I’m cute or funny. Maybe he thinks I’m weird or crazy. I’m not quite sure. Then he leans forward to touch his lips to mine before he speaks. His voice comes out all raspy and sexy.

“I know all I need to know,” he murmurs against my lips. “I know how you taste and how you feel. That’s all I need to know about you, Dillion. The rest we can learn in time.”

“Oh, Humble,” I exhale against his lips.

“I could fuck you again right here, baby.”

Pressing my thighs together, I wonder if he could indeed do that right here and now. I would not turn it down. In fact, I would welcome it. I’m sore, but I don’t think I will ever be too sore for his touch.

Being with him was different from being with anyone else. I can’t explain it. My secret lover is amazing, but face to face, seeing Humble’s expressions, feeling his touch, sleeping beside him—it's amazing.

Seeing his eyes.

That is something I’ve been missing.

And as good as my secret lover feels when he touches me, when he’s inside of me, Humble is better. At least, in my subconscious, it feels better. It’s probably all in my head because I came with both of them—explosively.

But with Humble, there was more emotion, more intimacy, and more sensuality. That’s what I have been missing. That’s what makes it better with him than my secret lover. That’s what makes me want to stay right here, and that’s what makes me want more.

CLINK

I could fuck her again and again. I cannot get enough of this woman, not now, not ever. I’ve fallen for her. It’s not just the ownership part. It’s bigger than that. So much bigger. I just didn’t realize it until I could see her.

Until we were in the light.

Pressing my lips together, I lean forward and touch my mouth to hers. “When I get back, it’s you and me, Dillion.”

“I’m confused,” she breathes against my mouth.

Humming, I lean back slightly. I look into her eyes, my gaze searching hers for a moment before I clear my throat and respond to her. “Don’t be confused, baby. I want more of this, of you.”

I brush my lips across hers again before I stand. “Now, I need to get you home so I can head out.”

Romance is done, and I have shit to do. Dillion nods her head a couple of times, then throws her legs over the side of the bed. She clutches the sheet to her chest as she does. “Just a few days?” she asks.

Straightening my legs, I take a few steps backward and make my way over to my bag to continue rolling up my tees and underwear to shove inside. “Just a few days, baby.”

“Okay,” she says softly. “Okay.”

What feels like seconds later, she’s got her shorts on from last night, but when she tugs her shirt on, I see it in the light of day and decide she can’t go back into the bar with that on

“Put this on,” I state, tossing a clean black shirt toward her.

She catches it, looks down at the cotton fabric in her hand, then slowly lifts her eyes to meet mine. “Your shirt?”

“Can’t have you walking around in that tight-as-fuck top with all my brothers downstairs.”

“Humble?” she asks.

Her eyes widen at my words, and maybe I’ve upset her, but I’m a dick, and I don’t give much of a fuck about how she’s feeling about this. This is nonnegotiable. Her shorts are short enough. For a party at night, when I can drag her up to my room, that is one thing.

Shrouded in the shadows of the dark bar. The men occupied by other things, like clubwhores, is one thing. Her walking out there in the daylight in the tiny clothes she wore last night is another.

It makes me a chauvinist asshole. I know it does. But that’s who I am, and I don’t think I’ll ever change. Not in that way. But Dillion is mine, and I won’t have the other men looking at her that way or in the light.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t usually wear tight clothes like this, but the girls insisted,” she whispers.

I can tell she is upset. No doubt feeling self-conscious, even though that’s not what I would ever have wanted her to feel. But she needs to understand how shit is, and her not wearing a skintight fucking top to the club bar is how shit is.

“I love that outfit. It’s hot as fuck. It was perfect for last night. But it’s daytime, and you’re walking through the bar where all my brothers are hanging out. When I get back, we’ll get you some clothes and shit for here.”

She slides her tongue across her bottom lip, then pulls the shirt on over her body, covering herself. I’m a dickhead. Moving toward her, I cup her cheek again.

“You’re sexy, Dillion. Out-of-this-fucking-world hot. I’m selfish as fuck, and it’s only me. You did nothing wrong. Couldn’t do anything wrong.”

Touching my mouth to hers, I kiss her. It’s not hard, it’s not wet, but it’s good. The best. Because it’s real. She’s real—everything about her.

I bury my fingers in her messy hair. Tug her head back slightly. Looking into her eyes, I search them. Fuck me, but she’s downright goddamn gorgeous. I don’t know how I’m going to walk away from her, even if it’s just for a few days.

Breaking the kiss, I nibble on her bottom lip before I lift my head. “Now let me take you home.”

“Okay.”