AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He wraps his arms around me and smiles. “How you doing, Lucky Charm?”
“Yeah,” I say catching my breath. “Yeah.”
“Bed,” he says and points. “On your back.”
I lie on the bed on my back. He grabs a condom from his wallet on the floor, rolls it on and then lines his beautiful cock up with my center and enters me. I am filled. I am whole.
He fucks me, thrusting in and out. I want even more of him. “Harder, Dylan.” I wrap my legs around his back, moving with him as he pounds into me. I want to feel every inch of this man. I want to burn his memory inside me. Carve him in my bones. I claw the skin down his back. The world flies away somewhere I didn’t know existed before I met him. There will always be other clients. But there will only be one Dylan McAlister.
“Evie.” He leans in and kisses me, then grabs my hair and pushes it back from my sweaty forehead. He curls my hair around his hand and kisses it, before dragging my hair down his neck, down his chest, down his stomach.
He’s so fucking hot.
“You’re gorgeous, Evie,” he pants. “I’m coming. I’m coming…” He holds onto that lock of hair as he shudders, his head tilting backward, and pushes even harder into me.
He collapses on top of me, spent, and we catch our breath. I run a hand over his sweaty back. The longer I travel down this road, the more I get lost in the fantasy of what life would look like if Dylan and I were playing this game together for real. And I’m okay with that. I’m good with that, actually. Maybe all we really needed all this time was each other.
We sit across from each other in a booth at a neon lit, crowded, casual trendy restaurant, two beers on the table. He holds my hand and turns it over in his palm. He runs his elegant fingers up and down the inside of my wrist. Sparks dance in the air around us.
“Mom’s in remission,” he says. “It’s a bitch of a fight and yet she’s up for it.”
“She’s a warrior. I’m so glad. I adore your mom.”
“How’s your mom?”
“Slow progress. Kind of hard to tell. I think she’s happier. Not as swingy.”
A waiter drops off two mile-high burgers surrounded by sweet potato fries.
“What’s going on with the church?” I ask.
“Lighthouse is still Lighthouse,” he says and shrugs. “Frankly, it’s not my concern anymore. I put in my time. I served my eighteen-year penance. I cashed in my chips and I’m out of that game forever.”
“Patrick?”
“Bless his heart,” Dylan says.
I cover a laugh.
“My brother can fight over every last dime that’s squirreled away. Mom confided one night over a bottle of Jack that the will isn’t what Patrick thinks it is.”
“Mom’s drinking Jack?”
“Mom’s doing whatever the fuck Mom wants. She’s done with people telling her how to live her life.”
‘L’Chaim!” I hold my glass up in the air and we toast.
“About the will. Patrick’s not getting the lion’s share that he’s been planning on. It’s going to an orphanage in Puerto Rico. The rest will be divided between the two of us when that day comes.”
“Good on the orphanage. Does Patrick suspect?”
“Don’t know. Don’t care.” He shakes his head. “And I’m not going to be the one to tell him. Ha.”
“Tell me about the game.”
“The one here? Private. High stakes. Got in with a big money guy I met in L.A. A good man. A little gruff.”
“Gruff? Translation – asshole?”
