Page 52 of One Last Time?
Everything faded from my mind when he rolled me on to my back and his cock seared into me. He filled me up completely, and my world was filled with him. Just him, and only him.
Dylan.
Waves of pleasure and ecstasy coursed through me as he started to thrust into me. Pleasure, raw and primal, licked at my nerves. Explosive and pure.
It pounded the blood through my heart along with something else. Something that flowed within me, from me to him, like warm honey. It vibrated through my soul with liquid fire.
It wasn’t until he lowered his head and laced his fingers through mine that I saw what that something was. It was in his eyes. It was written all over his face as he looked at me and watched me come undone in his arms. It was love.
Love was in his eyes. Love was him. It was reflected in the tenderness of his gaze, and my mind, body, and soul were all his. Everything that made me,me.belonged to him because I knew in that moment, like pure truth, that there was no other man for me.
The passion we shared intensified throughout the night as we allowed the maddening hold of love to take us. I didn’t remember falling asleep. But, I fell asleep and regretted it because when I woke up, he was gone.
Dylan was gone, and I didn’t know where he went or what was happening. All I knew was I loved him.
* * *
It took a lot for me to put on a brave face and get to work today.
I got in late. That wasn’t planned. It just happened. I didn’t need to see Dad for anything today, so I figured it would be okay.
Part of me thought waiting at home until I felt like I could come out would be best. Another part thought to stay because it hoped Dylan would call, then it encouraged me to call him. Except I didn’t.
I didn’t know what last night meant for him, and we were at that vague stage where all I was left to do was assume.
I’d assumed we were together weeks ago until he’d called me his girl. Now I was assuming last night had been one last time.
I didn’t know, and I didn’t want to take the risk on my heart and call him only for him to tell me just that. Tell me something I should know.
Just after lunchtime, Dad came to see me. At that point I was a mess because Dylan was supposed to be at work, yet he wasn’t. He didn’t come in today.
Dad walked into the office with a wide smile on his face. He carried a little pink box in his hands.
“Dad, hey.” I wouldn’t have normally gotten up from my desk to give him a hug. Today I did. It was like I was a kid again and needed some kind of comfort.
“How’s my girl?” he asked, looking me over.
“I’m fine. I’m just tired.” It wasn’t exactly a lie.
“You should take some time off.”
That made me laugh because Dad never took time off, and when I did, he always wanted to know when I was coming back and who was going to do what. He would never normally offer such a thing so freely. And kudo points to him for making me laugh when I felt like shit.
“I’m good, Dad. I don’t need time off.” That was the last thing I needed right now. Work would be my fortress of distraction because I dreaded later and tomorrow, when more time would pass and it would hit me that last night was my last with Dylan. “Um… have you seen Dylan today?” Maybe he knew where Dylan was.
Dylan was supposed to be leaving next week for New York, so maybe his absence today was about that. Maybe.
“No, I haven’t spoken to him since Friday.”
My heart sunk. “Oh… okay.”
“Sweetie, I’m sure wherever he is, he will be fine, probably getting a head start on next week.”
“Yeah, sure.” I looked down, unable to tamp down my emotions any longer.
“Taylor.” Dad’s voice took on an edge of concern. I looked up, returning my gaze to him. “Is everything okay? Did you need Dylan for something?”
I looked at him not quite knowing what to say. All these weeks I’d been with Dylan, and I didn’t know if Dad knew. I doubted it even though I was sure at one point he’d suspected something. “No, I don’t, um…”
