Page 70 of Omega Tricked
I stiffened. “Eighteen months, two days, and six hours—but who’s counting?”
He grimaced. “God. I can’t even imagine what you’ve been through.”
“Yeah, well, let’s not go down that road.” I pushed away from the counter and started unloading the dishwasher.
“I don’t pity you, Dylan.”
I glanced up at the seriousness of his tone. “Don’t you?”
He shook his head. “I’m angry you went through that. I wish there was a way I could make Jacob pay for what he did, but I don’t pity you.”
“A lot of people do.” I slammed a cupboard closed a bit too roughly. “They mean well, but I hate pity.”
“Just the fact you were willing to… be with me… shows you’re going to be okay. That’s how I see it.”
Frowning, I said, “Just one roll in the hay with you and suddenly I’m healed?”
“I didn’t say that. I said it shows you’re trying to heal.”
“I’vebeentrying,” I grumbled. “It’s not as easy as it looks.”
He shrugged. “You’re tough. You’ll get there.”
“Well, I’m not your problem. You’ll be on your merry way before long, fucking every guy you meet, and I’ll just be a faint memory.” This time I knew I failed miserably at hiding the bitterness in my tone.
He gave a humorless laugh. “Is that what you really think? That I can’t wait to go screw other guys now that I’ve had a taste?”
“Probably.” It was frustrating liking him so much, knowing it could never go anywhere. I’d finally opened up to someone, and there was no possibility of a relationship.
He narrowed his eyes, and he put the knife down. Then he walked closer, a funny look in his eyes. “If you think that, you have no idea how attracted I am to you.” His voice was husky as he slipped his fingers into the belt loops of my jeans. “You, Dylan. I’m not fantasizing about being with other men.”
I shivered when he kissed the side of my mouth. “You’re just saying that to spare my feelings.”
“Bullshit.” He leaned his weight on me, and his erection was obvious against my thigh. “Should I prove how much I want you?”
My heart began to pound. “Here?”
“Yeah. Right. Here.” He moved his hands to his zipper, and he slowly lowered it. “Take your pants off.”
Excitement soared through me. “Wh-what?”
His mouth found my ear. “Take your damn pants off so I can fuck you, Dylan.”
I shuddered from arousal, but with trembling fingers, began to fumble with my jeans. When I had them around my ankles, I kicked one foot free. He didn’t even wait for me to get my other foot loose; he yanked my briefs down to my knees, and he started kissing me. His hands roamed freely over my naked flesh, and his tongue searched my mouth. I moaned when he started rubbing my stiff cock, and I leaned into him.
“Oh, God, Lex.”
His eyes were bright, and he watched me intently as he slid his hand up and down my length. “You have a beautiful cock. Never thought a guy’s body or dick was sexy until you. I can’t stop wanting to touch you, and be inside you.”
My nipples beaded against my shirt as he rolled his cock against mine, smearing precum. He turned me to face the counter, and he kicked my feet open wider. His hands stroked my skin, his touch rougher than the first time. He seemed more confident now, and his breath was hot on the back of my neck. I arched my back, panting with anticipation.
“You want me?” I whispered.
He chuckled. “Oh, yeah.” He sucked on his finger and then slid it along the crack of my ass, pausing to circle my hole. “You know I do.”
“I thought maybe it was a onetime thing.”
“Yeah. I thought so too. We were both wrong.”
