Page 116 of Dirty Like Dylan

“I don’t think so. They pushed each other around when they fought, though. They screamed and threw stuff. She hit him a few times. It was bullshit. It was better that he left. But my mom never saw it that way.”

Well… that gave me a picture of why Amber was so defensive, careful, when it came to getting involved with Dylan and me. If that was her early example of people “in love.”

Hearing it made me want to push past her doubts even more than I already did.

Make her want to stay.

It wasn’t lost on me that I’d started to care about her. To want to keep her around for more reasons than just because she was an intimate connection to Dylan.

I wanted to show her that she was safe here, with me, with what she’d just shared with me. Safe to open up to me.

“Far be it for me to give advice,” I said, “but if I were to give advice, I’d say you should talk to your mom. Try to repair that relationship. While you can. If I had a chance to do that with my mom, I would.”

“Why don’t you try to find her?” she asked. “You could afford to pay someone to do it now, right?”

“I did. About six years ago.” I looked at her pretty face, then away. “Turned out she’d died about a year before that.”

“Ashley. I’m sorry.”

Amber reached out and slid her hand over mine, and I turned my hand to grip hers. I looked up into her green eyes again. “Are you really gonna stay with us like we asked you to?”

It came out before I knew I was gonna ask. Maybe. Or maybe I just didn’t want to pussy out and stop myself, so I blurted it before I could think it through.

Amber squeezed my hand and said, “Yes.”

* * *

That night, Dylan got home late and found Amber in my bed. She’d fallen asleep after we had sex, but I was still awake. He got undressed as he made his way to the bed in the near-dark. He didn’t say anything. I didn’t even know if he knew I was awake.

He just peeled back the covers and slid in next to Amber, and started kissing her. He started at her clit, and by the time he reached her mouth she was wide awake and whimpering that sexy, desperate sound of hers; that sound I’d noticed she only made for him.

He climbed on top of her and they started going at it, and by the time he buried his dick in her, they were both panting hard, wound up on the feel of each other, groping skin-to-skin in the dark.

He rode her with a single-minded intensity that left no doubt in my mind that he’d missed her, that he’d been thinking about her while he was away today. That he’d been thinking about this the entire way home.

Amber reached out in the dark and gripped me with her hand. Her fingers dug into my arm. And I just watched. Seeing them together like this… it blew my fucking mind. It was like I was sitting on the edge of goddamn heaven, gazing in.

I was rock-hard.

I watched him make her come. Felt her fingernails digging into my muscles as she cried out and gasped.

I watched him come, his hips rolling between her spread thighs, his muscular ass clenching as he shot off, as he buried his face in her neck and groaned.

Amber’s mouth was free, so I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed me back, hungry and soft… breathless kisses.

As Dylan pulled out and shifted off of her, I rolled right over and took his place. Amber was all limp and warm, sleepy and spent, but she took me. She spread her legs for me.

We’d already tossed the condoms, and I slipped into her tight, wet warmth, bare. I wasn’t even gonna pretend it didn’t turn me on like hell to be fucking her with Dylan’s come still coating her. Coating me.

Dylan lay back and watched me fuck her. Even though I barely looked at him, I could practically feel his eyes on me. They were on us, on Amber for sure… but I could almost pretend he was enjoying watching me pump into her, and it pushed me over the edge. I felt the rush and I didn’t even try to hold it back.

I slammed into Amber and let loose, filling her, ridiculously mind-fucked over the fact that I was coming where he’d just come. I groaned and kissed her soft mouth as I relaxed, letting her tight pussy squeeze me as the aftershocks twitched through me. She ran her fingertips gently up and down my spine and breathed softly against me.

It was almost perfect…

But something was nagging at the back of my mind. The knowledge that this was all gonna fall apart on me. Because it always did, right?

Whenever I let myself care… care so much that there was so much to lose… I ended up losing.

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