Page 47 of Temptation
“I can’t,” I murmured. “Let me dream for a second. Just a second, Skylar.”
“Dylan.” Her voice turned stern, and without preamble, I opened my eyes wide, staring right into hers.
She lowered herself down, her face lined up with mine. “I do love you.” Her breath washed over my lips, while her hands splayed on both sides of my face. “I will always love you, because no matter what, you live here.” She pressed one hand to her chest. “You will always be there no matter what. I tried telling myself that I can’t love you anymore, but I lied. I always will.”
My heart went into overdrive, and without a second to waste, I stood up and lifted her up from the chair.
“Dy—What the fuck are you doing?”
I pulled her up into my arms and started carrying her through the house.
“I’m tired,” I answered. “And I don’t want to sleep alone.” I looked down at her. “Just sleep.” I grinned when I saw the widening of her irises.
Maybe she loved me as her brother now. Maybe her love wasn’t like the one I felt for her, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t there. I was a patient man. I’ve waited for thirteen years, and I could wait a little bit more.
I just hoped she wouldn’t make me wait too long.
Like a man on a mission, I took us to the second floor, all the way to my room, opening the door with my leg. I didn’t bother with the lights because we didn’t need them.
Slowly, as if she was a porcelain doll, I placed her on the bed and started removing her shoes.
“Dylan.” She laughed. “I can do that.”
I buried my face in her neck and pressed my lips against her pulse, feeling the shudder going through her. The wolfish grin spread over my face, and her reaction only cemented what I already knew.
She would come to me by herself. She definitely would.
“I’m really tired,” I growled, nibbling on her skin. “And I don’t want to wait.”
I toed off my shoes and climbed over her.
The widening of her eyes wasn’t from fear. There was something else there, something much darker she didn’t want to admit to me or to herself. But it was okay. I could wait.
I would wait forever if that’s what she needed.
I lay down on my back and pulled her up all the way to the headboard. With a deep sigh, I laid my head on top of her stomach, hugging her to me.
“O-Okay.” She laughed. “This isn’t exactly comfortable.”
“Mhm, can you play with my hair?” I asked. “I really am tired. No funny business, Sky. I just want to hold you. We can talk tomorrow about everything, but for now, I just want to be here with you.”
Her hands went to my head, stroking through the strands of my hair, sending shivers all over my body.
“Like this?” she whispered.
“Yes,” I all but purred, burying my face deeper into her stomach. My hands clenched the shirt she wore, and with her scent mixed with Ash’s, and her hands wreaking havoc to my nervous system, memories started pushing forward.
Memories of our wedding. Of Ash standing tall and proud among all those people, letting that girl suck his dick. I didn’t want to tell her, but I think she knew.
When Skylar wrapped her hands around my dick, I imagined him there with us. I wanted him there with us, and that made me both angry and needy.
My dick rose in my pants and I scooted my hips away from her, pressing my aching member into the bed. I didn’t want to scare her. I needed her to trust me, and fantasizing about the boy she loved wouldn’t help matters.
What the fuck is wrong with you? Wanting a man to suck you? Do you want him to fuck you as well, while she watched?
Yes, I wanted to shout. Something inside of me snapped when I saw him for the first time on the porch of our house, and that smug smirk was enough to make my knees weak. I wanted to lose control, to give it all to him—to both of them.
I wanted them to hold me, to ruin me, to destroy what little sanity I had left. And if that made me a monster, so fucking be it, because I didn’t care about what the rest of the world thought. I couldn’t care.
