Chapter 15

Dylan

I stare down at the pink toy peeking out from the hand towel in Hunter’s hand. He went into my room?

I pierce him with my stare, embarrassment warming my cheeks.

“Let me in,” he says.

I shake my head. “You sound like Kade. I’ll bet he doesn’t ask girls nicely, either.”

I’m sick of this. I’m officially sick of them. Both of them pulling at me and pulling at me, like I’m a toy neither of them have played with for years and didn’t want until the other one did. I don’t matter. It’s whoever wins who matters, right?

I start to shut the door, but he inserts his foot before I can close it.

“Dylan,” he says, his voice strained. “Let me in.”

His tone is softer, his eyes pained.

He doesn’t wait, though. He forces the door open, and I back up, past the sink on my left and the shower on my right, slamming into the wall.

Keeping his eyes on me, he sets the vibrator on the counter, unwraps it from the hand towel, and starts the water, steam quickly billowing from the faucet.

My gaze darts between him and the vibrator. “What are you doing?”

“I owe you a birthday present.”

He runs the vibrator under the scalding hot water, and maybe he’s warming it, but he’s definitely sanitizing it. Is he…?

My mouth falls open. “And what are you giving me?”

He turns off the water and uses the towel to dry off the shaft. Then he closes the distance between us. “A really good memory.”

The collar of my flannel chafes my neck. I buttoned it up on the way home, so much colder on the back of the bike than it had been earlier. My heart races. I eye the bottle of tequila Farrow gave me on the sink. I knew I should’ve drunk some.

Hunter touches his forehead to mine, slipping a finger inside my collar. “Take it off,” he whispers.

“When you sound like you.”

Hunter used to be gentle. Kind.

Tender.

I look at him, his eyes cast downward as he tugs my collar, finally pulling and pulling, harder and harder, until…

The top button flies off, bouncing against the shower curtain, onto the floor.

I growl under my breath, grabbing his arm with both hands before he can yank off another one. In one quick movement, though, he releases my collar, cradles my head with one hand and wraps his other arm around my waist. He buries his face in my neck.

And he just stays there.

I freeze, our chests in sync as we breathe hard, my eyelids growing heavy at the rush of his hot breath against my skin. “Dylan…” he murmurs.

I close my eyes, sinking into his embrace. Vulnerable. Hunter used to be vulnerable too. It feels like him now.

Keeping his mouth on my neck, he pulls at my shirt, and I don’t even think as I help him, holding the other side, so the buttons pop off easily, one after the other.

He hovers his mouth over mine, both of us unable to stand still as we graze our lips over each other’s cheeks and jaws, about to kiss but don’t.

“Still think we can play together?” he pants.

I press my body into his, but keep my hands on the wall behind me as I whisper, “I want to be your favorite toy.”

I drop my shirt to the floor and unbutton my shorts, slipping my hand all the way inside. Leaning back on the wall, I move my fingers, feeling the warmth and wetness as I rub my clit.

He stares at my hand. “Slower.”

I move in small circles, around and around, feeling the hard nub underneath as I grow wetter.

“Please, slower,” he breathes out, my body on fire under my skin and my clothes chafing every inch.

He slides my shorts down with my underwear, and I pause, about to cover myself.

My stomach flips, and I don’t know what I’m ready for, but I know Hunter will stop if I want him to. I can stop anytime.

Holding my eyes, he lifts my shirt over my head, and I remove my hand for just a moment. He plants his forearm on the wall next to my head as I go back to rocking my clit back and forth. I hook my other hand over his bicep, holding on as tingles fill my stomach and harden my nipples.

A light layer of sweat shines on his neck, and I smile a little, knowing he likes it.

He reaches behind him and takes my vibrator, pressing a button. It buzzes to life, and goosebumps climb my arms with the realization. He charged it.

He takes my hand off my body and places the vibrating toy in my palm. Flutters crawl up my arm as I hold it.

“Do it,” he tells me softly. “Play.”

Looking down, I guide the vibrator between my legs, press it to my clit and feel a single, hard jerk rock through my entire body.

I gasp and then smile. He starts to, as well. I touch it to myself again, massaging my clit. I moan and close my eyes.

“Dylan,” he whispers, holding my face as I start to roll my hips.

“Ah,” I moan. I open my mouth, coaxing his. I want to feel his tongue.

I want to feel his body. I want him to touch me. I want…

I push down my shorts and underwear all the way, moving to the sink. I place the vibrator on the towel, just over the edge, and look at him over my shoulder.

“Behind me. Come here.”

His eyebrows are pinched, desperate, and he doesn’t ask why. He moves in, taking my hips, and I lift my right leg, setting my knee on the counter. Leaning on my hands, I rub my clit over the toy, staring at him through the mirror in front of us. He wraps a hand around the front of my throat, burying his mouth in my neck and watching my body move in our reflection. Waving my hips in and out, I feel the orgasm already starting to build. I slam the mirror with one hand, going faster and harder and grinding myself over the vibrator.

“Dylan, my God,” he growls, gripping the back of my hair. “God, don’t stop.”

I tip my head back, onto his shoulder. “I want to watch you too.”

“I’ll come,” he warns. “Will that be okay?”

I break out in a smile. That’s Hunter.

I nod.

“On you?” he broaches.

A shiver courses down my spine. I nod harder. Hell yes. I want him to love this. I want to feel him.

He pulls off his shirt, rips open his jeans, and holds my eyes in the mirror as he licks his palm. I suck in a breath, excited. He wraps an arm around my waist and presses his mouth and nose into my hair as he rubs his cock. I see his arm moving in up and down motions in our reflection, but I feel it too.

I moan with him pumping it behind me, and I roll and roll over the vibrator, giving him something good to look at.

And before I know it, it’s like I’m fucking him. My ass hits his hips and his flesh, and he’s so hard. God, I want it deeper. I want him to slide inside of me.

Heat grows low in my belly, lightning building between my thighs, and it’s like I’m climbing and I’m almost at the top. I roll my head, sweat cooling the pores on my back. “Hunter, I’m ready,” I whimper.

He jerks me back into him again and again, and then pushes me harder down on the vibrator. “Fucking come, Dylan.”

I pump my hips, my orgasm cresting, and then it explodes, cascading through my entire body. A wave of pleasure crashes down on me, and my eyelids flutter. “Ahh,” I cry. “Ah, ah, ah…”

“Fuck,” he growls, jerking harder. His fist in my hair tightens, and he grabs my breast, something hot spilling onto me two or three times. “Ah, fuck.”

I shudder, my orgasm coursing through me, and in a moment, he slows, his hand finally stopping and his grip in my hair loosening.

He lowers his mouth to my hair, whispering, “Happy birthday.”

I try my best to hold back my smile as I feel his cum trickling down my left side. I wish I could see it.

Reaching back, I touch it and bring my hand back around, looking at him glisten on my finger. I hesitate for a sec and then put it in my mouth.

“Dylan,” he groans.

But I wrap my lips around my finger, sucking him all the way off. It’s warm. A little salty. It’s certainly not bad, though. Would he like how I taste?

I turn off the vibrator and avoid his eyes as I put my leg back down. I’m not used to his mood swings, and he might regret what we just did.

The room cools, the air clears, and I wait for him to leave. To walk out. To get pissy.

He doesn’t, though. He turns on the shower and then comes back to me, washing off my vibrator. He dries it and then wipes himself off me with the hand towel before picking up a hair tie from the counter and pulling my hair into a ponytail.

I let myself smile a little as we climb into the shower. He shuts the curtain, grabbing the soap, and I stand under the spray, getting my body wet.

“Have you…” I swallow. “Have you ever done anything like that?”

“No.”

He wets his hands, lathering them with soap. I move, letting him under the water.

“And the other women you said you’ve seen naked?” I ask.

He doesn’t reply, just comes in and washes me with his bare hands.

I point. “There’s a washcloth.”

But he just gives me a look, a smile playing over his mouth. He washes my arms and kneels down to clean my legs. Soaping up his hands again, he spins me around, bringing my back into his chest, and runs his fingers across my stomach before cupping my breasts. I lose the air in my lungs as he glides them up my back, down over my ass, and then hugs me to his body as he slides his hands down between my legs. Slipping inside, he cleans all of me.

“I want to take the vibrator home with me,” he says.

To his house?

“Why?” I blurt out.

Him washing me is getting me worked up again. I’m going to need it.

“Because I want to be a part of when you use it.”

I blink long and hard, thankful he can’t see. While I like the sound of that, I’m confused. Are we, like, friends doing a little exploring together, or does he want me? What if this is more for me, and it’s not the same for him?

My voice is smaller than I’d like when I admit, “I wanted to use it when I wake up in the morning.”

“You know that already?”

He sounds like he wants to laugh.

“I’m most relaxed then,” I explain. “I think about sex more in the morning.”

But in one fell swoop, he removes his hands from me and rinses off under the shower.

He steps out, leaving me behind, and I stand there, still soapy and just as confused. “Hunter…”

“It’ll be under my pillow,” he says. “House will be unlocked.”

He grabs a towel, dries off, and pulls on his clothes again.

Is he leaving? Seriously? “Hunter, please.”

I want the vibrator tonight, actually.

“You know where it’ll be.” He grins. “Get some sleep. School tomorrow.”