Chapter 44

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I f we had had ten more seconds, I would have come pressed against his leg, thighs squeezing, body trembling. But we didn't. Dylan wraps his arm around my waist as we exit the Ferris wheel, supporting my weight as I flounder on legs made of jelly. Need is racing through my veins, wildfire scorching my insides. I need a cold shower. An ice bath. Anything to cool this lust inferno. I blindly follow Dylan as he walks away from the bright lights of the carnival, sticking to the paved path at first and then veering off to follow the edge of a pond until we come to a thick copse of trees. A quick look around to make sure we're well and truly alone, and then he has me pressed against a tree, his knee between my legs, pinning me there while he licks a path up the column of my throat, murmuring my name like a prayer.

Any last illusion of control shatters. I push my hands beneath his shirt as he captures my mouth with his, every move wild and untamed. His teeth sink into my bottom lip as I yank his shirt up, only letting go long enough for me to pull it all the way off and drop it to the ground. His skin is so warm–like there's a furnace heating him from the inside .

"Will you run for me, Freckles?" he rasps, his breath hot on my ear, his stubble scraping the tender skin of my jaw.

"Run?"

"I want to chase you. Catch you. Fuck you in the forest like a wild animal." His eyes glint in the moonlight, dark and dangerous. My adrenaline spikes.

"Yes," I breathe, my muscles tensing, getting ready to put up a fight. This feeling–blood rushing, heart pounding–is what I live for.

"Then run," he growls, backing up a step and setting the stuffed cow safely against a tree.

I take off as fast as I can into the gloom of the forest, keeping the pond in sight so I don’t get lost. The first time I trip, I scramble back to my feet and keep going. The second time, my toe catches on a root and sends me careening into the dirt. I desperately try to suck air into my lungs, gasping and choking as I stand up and brush myself off. Something crashes through the trees behind me, and my heart jumps to my throat, fear and excitement mixing into an addictive cocktail. I see his arm a second too late as he pops out from behind a tree and hooks me around the waist, my momentum bringing us both to the ground. We tear at each other's clothes, our breathing ragged. Pants tugged down our thighs, he flips me over, capturing my wrists in one hand, notching his cock at my entrance with the other, and slamming into me. I arch against him, crying out as his cock fills me, stretching me, completing me. Euphoria floods my bloodstream as I arch my back and meet him thrust for thrust.

"You're mine," he growls into my ear, pulling me to his chest as he sits back on his knees and impales me. "Arms around my neck," he commands, reaching between my legs to circle my clit with his fingers. I melt back against his chest, finding the rhythm, and then he slips his fingers farther back, anchoring the heel of his palm on my clit as he stretches me even more with two of his fingers, rubbing my G-spot as he thrusts into me with his cock. His other hand skates up my stomach, cupping my breast before tweaking my nipple, sending a lightning bolt of desire shooting straight to my core, igniting my orgasm. I cry out as we fall to the dirt, my muscles squeezing around him, his hips stuttering against mine, ramming me into the earth as he falls apart. He drops his forehead to my back, hard breaths fanning over my shoulder blades as the last of the tremors rock our bodies.

"Dylan–"

"I'm sorry," he rasps, raining kisses over my bare skin.

"Sorry for what?" I ask, squirming out from under him to see his face.

"For that. You deserve better."

"Better? The only thing better would be if all three of you were chasing me."

"You mean that?"

"I wouldn't lie to you. I thrive on adrenaline, Dylan. I need it. That was fucking amazing."

Dylan straightens himself up and then bends down to tug my pants back up, sliding his arms underneath me and lifting me so I'm nestled against his chest.

"Where are we going?"

"To find a bathroom." After circling back to grab the cow, we come across a community pool at the edge of the fairgrounds, and he slips into the locker room, sliding the bolt behind us. "Sit," he commands, pointing to the bench just outside a shower stall. I do as he says, staring up at him as he closes the distance between us, squatting down to take off my pants, folding them neatly before doing the same with my shirt and then my undergarments. He sheds his clothes quickly, setting his glasses carefully on top of them, and turns on the shower. Once the steam is billowing around us, he takes my hand and tugs me underneath the stream of water, wiping at the streaks of dirt. He moves down to my legs, gently splashing water between them, washing away the evidence of our tryst with gentle hands. I turn in his arms and do the same for him. I rub my thumb over his cheekbone, dislodging a smudge of dirt, and then I run my hands over his forearms and knees. Lastly, I cup my hands, making a waterfall that runs down his happy trail and over his cock .

"I think he needs a more thorough cleaning," I rasp, watching as his shaft slowly thickens, the tension ratcheting up by the second.

"Again?" he asks, his eyebrows climbing up his forehead. "I think I know exactly what you need." He turns off the water and throws me over his shoulder, his arm tight against the back of my thighs. I start squirming in his arms when he heads toward a different door than the one we entered through.

"Dylan! Somebody will see us!"

"It’s closed. Nobody is going to see us, Freckles." He pushes through the door and out into the night air, chuckling as I shiver against him. Before I realize what's happening, I'm soaring through the air and splashing into the pool, the water closing over my head. Dylan splashes in next to me, pushing hard off the bottom and pulling me to the surface with him. I don't even take a second to catch my breath before I'm climbing him like a tree. Instead of kissing me, he grips my waist and lifts me onto the edge of the pool.

"Lean back on your elbows, Isla. I need to taste you."

My nipples harden in the cool air as I lean back. He pushes my knees open wide, his dark gaze meeting mine for a second before his face is between my legs, devouring me. His hair is slick beneath my fingers as I try to maneuver his head exactly where I want it, but he refuses, instead insisting on taking his time, moving his tongue in lazy strokes along the crease of my thigh, then my outer lips, the light scrape of his teeth on my clit. A low moan rips from my throat as he pushes a finger into me and finally, finally , circles my clit with his tongue. He fits his lips around me and sucks hard. I buck against his face, digging my fingers into his scalp to keep him where I want him.

"Whyyy," I groan when he stops, my fingers slipping over his skin as I try to draw him back to finish what he started.

He looks at me, his dark gaze caressing my body. "Because I want to see you beg."