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Chapter Seven

“Oh my god, I’m exhausted,” I say as I drop down on my couch and pat the spot next to me for Dylan.

He immediately sits down and smiles at me. “You did a good thing, though.”

“Did I?” I ask, curious which part was me being good.

“Things aren’t always black or white, Reed. I think with your profession, you know that quite well.”

“I do,” I say as I shift a little so I can face him better. “I’m sorry the date wasn’t really a date.”

He gives me a warm smile. “There’s always tomorrow, and the next day, and hopefully even the next day.”

That makes me beam, quite happy that he’s interested in seeing me again after today. I should probably question why he’s willing to overlook all of that, but honestly, I’m just thrilled I didn’t scare him off.

“Is it wrong of me to say that I had fun?” I ask.

“Well… when you’re in good company anything can be fun,” he says with a shrug.

“That’s true,” I agree as I lean forward just a little. We’re no longer in the heat of the moment, but I find almost butterflies in my stomach this time.

It’s clear he doesn’t mind as he meets me, his warm lips covering mine. As I slide my hand over his shoulder, his hand steals around my waist. His fingers lift the back of my shirt, slipping underneath. The feeling of the pads of his fingers running up my back sends pleasure moving through me. It makes me lean into him as he draws me in closer.

I slide up onto his lap as I press myself against him, settling on him as my lips move against his. His lips part and his tongue brushes mine, drawing me in deeper as I find him fiddling with my shirt. It’s almost like he’s embarrassed to go any further and I find it impossibly cute.

I draw back enough that he opens his eyes. “You can take my shirt off if you want,” I say.

His cheeks flush and I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen anything sexier in my life. Oh my god. How can he be so damn adorable? I don’t even know, but as I slide his shirt up off his shoulders, his cheeks redden even more.

“Am I going too far?” I ask.

Dylan quickly shakes his head. “Of course not.”

“If I am, let me know,” I say as I get off his lap. “Maybe we could go to my room?”

If I thought he couldn’t get redder, I was very wrong. “I would like that,” he says, and my god, it’s almost too much. Why is this so incredibly appealing?

I’m not sure I can handle how sweet he is under his intimidating exterior. As I draw him deeper into my house after me, he easily comes along. Eagerly, even.

“This is the house tour. This is my awesome hallway. Do you like it?” I tease.

“It’s… long.”

“That’s what he said,” I quip, which makes him grin even though it has to be one of the worst jokes I’ve ever said.

“The first room is my spare room, aka the room where I cram everything that I can’t find a spot for. Just… don’t look in there right away. Ann bought me a calendar of naked men she knew I needed to have which I crammed in there before I met up with you.”

“Sounds thoughtful.”

“Old naked men in their eighties.”

“Oh god.”

“Right? She was cackling the whole time. She loves making me uncomfortable. It’s her duty.”

“It seems like you were really lucky to find her,” he says.

“Most days. Some days not,” I reply with a wink. “Oh, and this is the bathroom. The window in the bathtub is the best part. I swear it’s the main reason I got the house for a decent price. Others didn’t like the idea of people watching them.”

“But you did?”

“Loved it,” I joke. “So if you’re bored, I generally take a shower before I go to bed.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it,” he says as I draw him the rest of the way into the bedroom. When I reach the bed, I drape my arms around his neck.

“This is my lovely bedroom. That’s my cat Marshmallow on my pillow. His favorite things are to sleep and sing at three in the morning.”

Marsh, hearing us talk about him, stretches before coming over to sniff Dylan who gives him a pet before the cat hops off the bed to find his third favorite thing: food.

When Dylan’s hands slide under my shirt, I press into him.

“He’s a very cute cat.”

“Thank you. I say that like I birthed him, but I didn’t. He just came in through the front door one day and never left.”

“So he picked you.”

“I must have looked like a sucker.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t believe that.” And then he kisses me again.

Letting my hands wander down his bare back, I stop at his pants, dipping under them where I let my hand drift under his briefs as I press my hardening cock against him. His own hands slowly slip down to my pants, like he’s unsure what to do next. Deciding I’ll save him the worry, I draw back enough to unbutton my pants and drop them, and my underwear, down to the ground.

The way his eyes drift down my body makes me press back into him, eager to get his own pants down. Unhooking the front of his pants, I push them down a little, unveiling his thick cock that’s already eager for attention.

“What’s your preference?” I ask.

Dylan’s cheeks ignite again, and I swear to god, I didn’t know I was so weak to this.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Hmm…” I love a man that’s up for either, but I kind of feel like either way we go, I’m going to be taking the lead and I definitely don’t mind because I can tell he’s all in. All of his attention is on me, and I love it. His hand slowly lowers until he cups my ass and I push him down onto the bed, climbing onto his lap. When I rock my hips, my cock brushes against his, and as I lean forward to get the lube, his hand tightens around me, holding me steady as I grab it and a condom.

Squirting the lube into my hand, I move my fingers along both of our cocks, letting them brush into each other as I press my lips against his. Our mouths move together, tongues tangling as I slide my wet fingers behind myself.

“I-I’ll do it,” he says.

With slick fingers, he draws his hand down my ass before pressing a finger against me. He’s careful as he rubs against me, pushing inside me as I realize that this man would pamper the hell out of me and I would absolutely love it. But tonight? Tonight, I’m going to make him moan.

As one finger and then another gingerly moves inside me, my hand strokes his cock before tearing a condom open and sliding it down into place. Eager for more, I coat lubricant over his hard cock, wanting him inside me, needing to feel more.

He pulls his fingers back as I lift myself over him and sink down until his cock rubs between my ass cheeks. Taking it in one hand, I lower down until his tip begins to open me up, but I don’t continue just yet.

“You want more?” I ask teasingly.

“Y-Yes.”

I lean forward and kiss his neck. “You want to be inside me?”

“Very much.” He’s embarrassed, it’s clear, but I can’t stop teasing him. I can’t help how much I love the reaction I get every time I do.

Slowly, I sink down on him, watching him as his cock fills me up. Loving his expression. God, I love it. I love how sexy he is, the way a moan escapes his lips as I drop down on him so he’s filling me up. He grips me tightly as I rock my hips and draw myself up before sinking down harder. My hand slides down his muscular stomach and my other strokes my cock as I move over him. He draws me in for another kiss, one that nearly makes me breathless as I ride him.

A gentle hand wraps around mine and I let him take over stroking me because I want to feel every part of him.

“Feel good?” I ask, feeling amazing myself.

Dylan nods and I find that even though he’s shy and embarrassed, he clearly knows what he’s doing and how to make every touch send heat rushing through me as I move. Everything feels so damn good that I’m not sure how much more I can handle.

His hand quickens, moving over me as my entire body feels like I can’t take much more. With a moan, I sink down on him, cum hitting his abdomen as I rock my hips. He groans, tucking his head against my shoulder as I feel myself squeezing down on him. His hands tighten as he comes, rocking into me, making me feel sensitive and hot and just wonderful all over.

As I draw off him, he holds me to him and sinks down until we’re lying side by side, breath heavy. It feels so good to be tucked against him. And I know that besides what little I know of him from chatting, I want to know more. I want to know so much more after tonight and I hope he does too.

“I may be overstepping here, but we never actually ate anything,” he says, his hand gently running down my side. “Do you want me to order something? If not, that’s okay!”

I turn a little so I can look at him and smile. “I’d love that.”

“Do you think we shouldn’t order pizza? Because that pizza sure did smell good.”

“I think as long as we hide the taser and the bat, we should be okay.”

“I would recommend that any time you order food,” he says.

“Really? Is that why I kept getting so many meals for free?”

Dylan laughs as he rolls into me and kisses me again, making me feel so unbelievably happy.

“Hold on… where are my Girl Scout cookies?” I joke.

“Next date, I promise. I mean, how would I have been able to hold on to them after I got abducted?” he says, as if he could have predicted that.

“That’s true. Good thinking.”

He leans in and gives me a kiss.

Maybe the date didn’t exactly go as planned, but sometimes the best things that happen in life are the little surprises along the way.

Well… he’s not such a little surprise, but he’s a wonderfully nice one.