Dylan, on the other hand, was far more reserved on the personality front. Calm and quiet yet always so wonderfully aware and present. His kisses were just as hungry, but he took his time to savor.
Kissing Cash was like running a sprint. Explosive, thrilling.
Kissing Dylan was like running a marathon. Paced and diligent, building up to an inevitable victory.
A familiar wet, aching heat pooled between my legs.
My skin was on fire, lips practically buzzing from Dylan’s deep, sensual kisses. I grasped at his shirt, dragged my fingers through his hair, eager to touch and please and feel. Dylan was just as desperate, moving to squeeze my breasts beneath my shirt or slide down to get a good handful of my ass.
“I need you,” I murmured. “Please, Dylan. I can’t wait anymore. I need to feel you inside me.”
“Fuck,” he hissed. “God, I want that, but—”
I froze. “But what?”
“I don’t have any protection on me. I can run to the convenience store if—”
I cut him off with a kiss. “I have an IUD. Just had my annual checkup, too. I’m clean.”
Dylan sighed a breath of relief. “Me too.”
“Then what are you waiting for? Get over here and make me yours.”
“With pleasure.”
Stripping out of our clothes was a hasty, arguably graceless affair. Shirts and pants and underwear went flying, abandoned and forgotten to the hotel room floor. I drank in the sight of Dylan’s naked body, marveling at how sculpted he was.
“Damn,” I mumbled. “You’re ripped.”
He smirked. “It’s all the wood chopping I do on the homestead. I’d argue it’s a better workout than anything Cash and Red do on the daily.”
I propped myself up on my elbows. “Do you think we should…”
“Should what, sweetheart?”
“Cash told me about…” I felt my whole face burn up. “How you like to, um…share.”
Dylan chuckled, the sound of it sending a shiver down my spine and goosebumps rippling down my arms. “He did, did he? Tell me, does the idea turn you on?”
I swallowed. “Getting to please and be pleased by three insanely hot men? Sounds like an absolute bore. Of course it turns me on, you dummy!”
“Tell you what,” he said, giving me a gentle nudge to lie down on the cool sheets. “After I’m done making you mine, I’ll talk to them. They’ve wanted a piece of you since they laid eyes on you.”
My body canted toward him, back arching at the wonderful tingling sensation his mouth left behind. His rough hands felt amazing against my soft skin. Strong fingers and hard palms like a comforting weighted blanket in the middle of a thunderstorm.
Dylan worked all the way down, settling comfortably between my thighs as he nudged my knees apart. He moved in to tease my entrance with the tip of his tongue. He drew tight circles against my sensitive clit, licking and sucking while gripping my thighs. Jolts of pleasure spiked through me, knocking the breath from my lungs. I’d never experienced anything quite like this before.
I gripped the sheets for dear life, growing dangerously close to hurtling over the edge. Ecstasy flooded my veins, my whole body trembling beneath his expert touch.
I reached down to comb my fingers through his hair, somehow pushing and pulling at the same time to give myself the illusion of control. The truth was that I was never in control to begin with. I was totally and completely his.
I came with a moan, my back arching and hips bucking up against his devilish tongue. Heat flooded through me, bright and brilliant and unfortunately dissipating just as quickly as it came.
“Wow,” I breathed. “Ooh, fuck. Please do that again.”
“Your wish is my command,” Dylan murmured against my folds.
“I was just kidding—”