Page 133 of Dirty Like Dylan

He’d shoved the sweatshirt up to expose her, and her tidy little landing strip of caramel-colored hair beckoned to me. I knew how soft it was, how she smelled. How she tasted.

I wanted to shove Ash aside and taste her, right now.

I didn’t.

“I… uh… noticed.” She fought her way up onto her elbows to watch as he shifted lower between her legs, tonging her, deep. “You, um, really got your tongue pierced for the ladies?”

“Uh-huh. Definitely not for my singing career…”

“What do you mean?”

“I have to remove it,” he said, coming up for air, “when we go into the studio. And when we’re playing shows a lot, I take it out. It fucks up my singing.”

“Ohh,” Amber sighed, kinda struggling for breath as he flickered his tongue over her clit again, teasing her. “So… it’s just for me?”

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he said. “For you and your pussy.”

“Oh…”

He paused, glancing up at her. “I mean, it feels good on a guy’s cock, too. When you rub it against the underside of his—”

“Uh, I don’t have one of those,” Amber said. “So let’s just go back to the pussy thing…”

“No problem,” he said, and went down on her again. And this time, he didn’t stop to make conversation. Amber mewled and whimpered and started falling apart right next to me, and I just sat here, frozen.

Fuck me.

This was all starting to get… complicated.

As I watched them, listened to them, I didn’t even know what the fuck to do. My dick knew what to do. I had a raging fucking hard-on, but my head was all over the fucking place.

The thing was, I didn’t do complicated. I didn’t know how to do complicated. It made me uncomfortable, and I didn’t like uncomfortable.

Last night in L.A., I’d had moments of such sheer fucking happiness… and such total discomfort, I didn’t know what to do with it all. Except fuck Amber. Repeatedly.

I knew this was all my fault, in a way. My doing.

I’d wanted Amber around, at first, to help Ash. To yank him out of his funk. To make him happy again.

Yes, I was curious about her from day one, and that curiosity quickly progressed to interest, then genuine affection, then a sense of attachment that I’d rarely felt toward a woman.

But we’d surpassed that place long ago.

Now, I was feeling twinges of possessiveness that I’d honestly never felt toward a woman in my life. There was a part of me that wanted Amber to myself. In a big way.

Which meant that watching what was happening right now was hitting me in a really weird way.

It wasn’t as if I’d never seen Ash eat a chick out before.

But I’d definitely never felt like this about it before. All twisted up.

It was fucking with my head.

I almost got up to leave, wanted to, but I was somehow rooted to the spot, transfixed, even as my heart sledgehammered in my chest. Then Amber’s head fell back as she moaned, and when her eyes drifted open, they looked into mine, upside-down.

“You never told me your gnarly shit,” she said, gazing up, dreamily, into my face.

No. I didn’t.

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