Page 154 of Dirty Like Dylan

She moaned in response and seemed to be trying to laugh, but I was already gone, coming down the back of her throat.

“Jesus… fuck, yeah… suck me deep, baby…” I kept the dirty talk going, because I figured with her mouth full, it was only polite that I carry the conversation.

Then I ran out of fucking words as my brain overloaded with pleasure.

Afterwards, I collapsed face-down on the bed. She was definitely laughing, and smacked me on the ass.

“Horse cock?”

“Have you seen it? Is there a better way to describe it?”

“Maybe a sexier way. I’m not really into bestiality.”

“With that horse cock up inside you all the time, you sure as fuck are.”

“Don’t.” She laughed again and smacked my ass, harder this time.

I just lay here, fucking spent, in the afterglow. Nothing could’ve made this moment better, other than Dylan being here with us.

And sure, I didn’t have to tell her how happy I was. I could’ve downplayed it, gotten up and gone on with my day. As usual. But maybe I’d learned from my fuck up with Elle.

Took a fucking while, but I’d learned.

So I was gonna tell Amber how I felt about her.

I wanted to tell her, had to tell her, upfront—fucking now—instead of pretending like everything was cool. I’d done that before and been crushed.

So I spit it out.

“All jokes aside,” I said, “I’m starting to fall for you, Amber Paige Malone.”

She was lying beside me, her head on the same pillow, her face close to mine. She was still smiling, but that smile started to fade, maybe when she realized I really wasn’t joking. That there was no punchline coming.

She didn’t say a fucking thing, so I pushed myself up on my elbows and looked down at her, and kept going.

“I’m telling you that because honestly, I don’t want to fall for you if you’re just gonna jet.”

Her mouth opened long before any words actually came out. Then she said, “Oh. I mean… I just thought…”

I sat up all the way, pulling my knees up in front me. “You thought what?”

“I thought… we were just kind of, you know… sharing a kink.” She blinked at me. “You and me.”

“What kink?”

“Dylan,” she said.

I stared at her.

“I mean… I thought to you he was a kink.” She swallowed, her eyes getting wider the more she spoke. “Or maybe, I just hoped…” She trailed off. But the look in her eyes as she stared back at me told me she knew.

Sure, she hoped. But she fucking knew Dylan was more to me than just some kink.

But to her, that’s all this was? Some fucking kink?

That’s what she thought we were doing here?

“Please tell me you’re fucking kidding me,” I said, way too quietly.

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