Their buddies took that as their cue to rush towards them and give them hugs and kisses.
“Woohoo!” Marilyn said after the congratulations had died down. “Gavin really is the winner of this round’s Captured by Love game.”
Gavin bowed to everyone’s applause.
“The next round is open, people,” Marilyn said. “And we have Tristan, Simon and Derek in the running. I’m so excited to see who among these guys will be tripped by love.”
“Hey, Jarryd has to be a contestant too,” Lucas called out.
“Me? I don’t even know what this is about,” Jarryd said.
Lucas clasped Jarryd’s shoulder. “I’ll explain it to you, dude, But you have to join since you’re now part of the gang.”
“Okay, fine,” Marilyn said, her voice losing some of its enthusiasm. “Don’t forget to give me your bets before you go home.”
Natasha wrapped her arms around Gavin’s waist. “I’m going to vote for Jarryd,” she said in a voice only he could hear.
“Any particular reason?” Gavin asked.
“Because I want him and Marilyn to get together. Don’t tell anyone, but Marilyn really likes him. Unfortunately, Jarryd’s intimidated by her family’s wealth. Funny how that’s an issue for some guys.”
“Who told you Jarryd’s intimidated by the Grants’ wealth?”
She told Gavin what Marilyn had said.
Gavin brows furrowed. “Okay, don’t tell anyone this, especially Jarryd. But I did a background check on him after he asked you out to the Esda party. That was around the time when I got that new threat that Amber wrote and I just wanted to make sure he wasn’t someone I should worry about when it came to your safety. From what I’ve gathered, he’s well-off. And I mean, filthy rich. So I don’t think it’s a case of him being intimidated by anyone’s money.”
“Really? I never would have guessed he’s rich. He certainly doesn’t present himself that way.”
“Yeah. I wondered about that and came to the conclusion that he just doesn’t want people to know how much he’s really worth.”
“I wonder what his reason is for dumping Marilyn, then?”
“Maybe he’s just not into her.”
She pursed her lips. Somehow, she doubted it.
“I’m glad you’re into me,” Gavin murmured against her hair.
She grinned. “I’m more than into you. I love you.”
Gavin cupped her face and kissed her. “And I love you. So very much.”
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Secret Designs (Secret Dreams Book 2)
Ari Mitchell and Dylan Summers
CHAPTER ONE
Arielle Mitchell shook her head, unable to believe the passionate woman who had been unleashed last night. Was that really her? She'd never been that responsive, energetic, or—okay—damned horny with anyone else before. If she hadn't known Dylan Summers beforehand, she might even suspect he had put an aphrodisiac in her drink or something.
Well, come to think of it, she really didn't know Dylan. She'd only met him once before, when her friend Jasmine Allen had pleaded with her to accompany her to his birthday party six weeks ago. They'd only stayed for fifteen minutes, so she hadn't even talked to him that much.
Yes, Dylan could very well be someone who would put an aphrodisiac in a woman's drink. What else could have made her so lustful last night?
She snorted at her ridiculous thoughts. Don't blame someone else for your wild and wanton ways, Ari!
Okay, then. The truth was Dylan turned her on—really turned her on; turned her on enough that she found herself doing things she'd never done before.
"Hi, Ari!"
Ari jumped at the sound of Jasmine's voice on the other end of the line.
Oh, right. She'd almost forgotten the phone against her ear—almost forgotten that she'd called Jasmine. To confess. Geez.
"Hi, Jaz," she responded. "Am I calling too early? Am I disturbing you guys?" She grimaced at the thought that Jasmine's boyfriend Kane might be listening in on their conversation.
"No, it's fine," Jasmine answered. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, everything's okay," she replied, trying to sound casual. "I just want to tell you something before you hear it from someone else."
"Okay."
Ari inhaled deeply, then spilled it out. "Last night when I went out with my workmates for Friday night drinks, I bumped into Dylan, Kane's brother. And, uh... well... I slept with him."
"What?" Jasmine asked in surprise.
"It was just a one-night stand," she explained hastily. "We're both very clear on that and we're both okay with it. I wanted to tell you because I'm not very good at keeping these things to myself. And it was already starting to bother me that you might hear it first from Dylan or one of his friends instead of me."
"Okay," Jasmine responded, still shocked from the news.
"You're fine with it, right, Jaz? And Kane would be okay with it, too?" she asked worriedly.
"Of course. As long as you and Dylan are okay with it."
"Yes, definitely. Like I said, we're both very clear it was just a one-night stand and we're both totally fine with that," she replied, feeling the need to repeat herself.
"Then there's no problem," Jasmine stated.
"Good. Well, I'll let you go. Please let Kane know what I just told you. I'll see you in a few days."
"Okay. Bye."
Ari placed the phone down on her coffee table with a relieved sigh, glad that was out of the way. She stood up from the sofa and stretched. As she walked to the kitchen, the stiffness of her muscles and the delicious soreness between her legs made her blush. Unbidden, her recent physical exertions played back again in her head. Where the hell was the stop button for her memory banks?
Enough already, she berated herself as desire continued to unfurl within her.
"It was just a one-night stand, Ari," she said out loud as she poured granola, then milk, in a bowl. "Forget about him. It won't happen again. It can't happen again."
She plonked in a chair with a heavy exhale and knew it wouldn't be easy to push away the last ten hours from her memory. The image of a gorgeous, dark-haired, blue-eyed guy with a seriously hot, muscular body loomed large in her thoughts. Dylan Summers was way too hot to be forgotten quickly—especially when he'd just given her the best night of sex in her life.
She propped an elbow on her dining table and rested her chin on her hand, breakfast forgotten. She'd only had three hours’ sleep. She was tired, but if Dylan were still around she would be keen for more sex. Goodness, wasn't she the one who instigated the last round after they woke up? Well, she'd had to. She wouldn't have another chance. Dylan had only agreed to a one-night stand.
Last night was meant to be about celebrating the end of a busy week with her workmates in one of Sydney's popular nightspots. She hadn't gone with the intention of hooking up with someone. But how was she to know her ex-boyfriend would be there, too? With the woman she had once considered a good friend? The same woman she'd caught in bed with him while they were still together?
That had called for a third glass of wine. Two was her usual limit. Anything more than that and her good judgment went out like a light.
Dylan had seen her first. He and his two friends had approached their group. Somehow the two of them had ended up in a corner talking and flirting with each other for close to an hour. She couldn't even remember ordering a fourth drink, but she must have had one, because her good judgment had gone comatose on her while she was still wide awake.
She blushed as memories of her forwardness came flooding back.
"How about you come home with me, Dylan?" she'd asked.
His handsome face had expressed a blend of desire and concern. "Are you sure, Ari?"
She'd placed a flirtatious hand on his arm. "Why not?"
"I'm only looking for some fun, Ari," he'd replied warily.
Dylan's cautious reaction had made her more determined to get him to go home with her. No doubt the alcohol had mainly been responsible for such brazen behaviour, but more than that, she hadn't wanted to feel like a reject all over again.
"Great. So am I," she'd responded.
Dylan's eyes had flared with heat that had made her heart pound hard in her chest. "I'd love to go home with you tonight, Ari. But are you sure you don't have a problem with just a one-night stand? You're Jasmine's friend and I'm Kane's brother. It could be real awkward if we can't handle it."
"No, I don't have a problem with it. Do you?" she'd asked breezily.
"Absolutely not."
After hasty goodbyes to their group, they'd hailed a taxi. Dylan's hands had been incredibly naughty during their trip to her apartment, creeping way up her thigh and burrowing under her top—at one point, successfully unhooking her bra. She'd lost count of the times she'd laughingly swatted a wandering hand away, conscious of the driver watching them from the rear-view mirror. She'd wondered if taxi drivers were used to having couples make out in the backseat of their cabs.
Their night together had been... amazing. Dylan was incredible and insatiable. So was she—insatiable, that was. Their morning sex had proven that.
Then he was gone.
Was it normal for someone to feel empty and at the same time have unstoppable fluttering butterflies in the stomach after a one-night stand? She hadn't done it before, so she didn't have anything to compare this reaction with.
Oh, well. She wasn't doing herself any favours by dwelling on the feelings swirling within her. Better to get on with her day than re-live her hot night with a hunky guy. There was no point stoking a desire that couldn't possibly be satisfied by the same man again.
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"Hello, darling. We've been waiting for you. We've already started dinner, like you told us to."
"Hi, Mum," Dylan said as he enfolded his mother Linda in a warm embrace. "Sorry I'm late. I was at a friend's birthday party and she wouldn't let me leave. I had to wait until she was drunk enough to not notice that I was gone."
"Dylan! Honestly, I don't know why you surround yourself with immature friends. You're already thirty-two, in case you've forgotten. Don't you think it's time to tone down your social activities a little bit? Maybe find someone to settle down with?"
He playfully rolled his eyes at his mother's censuring tone, used to this mini-lecture for being the second oldest of five siblings and having never taken a girl home to introduce to his parents.
He couldn't help it that he wasn't as romantically inclined as his three brothers and only sister. Wasn't there usually one in every family who went the opposite way from everyone else? It didn't bother him in the least that, in his family's case, he was the odd one out—the one who didn't want to settle down in a permanent relationship.
"Mum, you know I'm your black sheep," he said, putting an arm around Linda as they walked to the dining room. "But you have to admit that my social life is the only thing you could complain about. In every other way, I'm the perfect son," he joked, giving his mother a kiss on her forehead.
"I complain about some of your friends and I complain that you don't want a steady girlfriend. So that's two things I'm not happy with, not just one," Linda retorted.
"Aww, but you love me anyway."
This time his mother rolled her eyes at him. But she had a resigned smile on her face.
"Hello all!" he said to the people squeezed around his parents' big dining table. He went to give the women a kiss on the cheek and the men a pat on the shoulder. Everyone was there: his parents, his sister Faye and her fiancé Ray, his twin brothers Riley and Bradley and their girlfriends, and his older brother Kane and his girlfriend Jasmine.
Seeing Jasmine brought back memories of the night he'd had with a beautiful, chestnut-haired woman with expressive brown eyes. Phew, last night was easily one of the most incredible nights he'd ever had. Just thinking about it made him hot and bothered. If Ari Mitchell weren’t Jasmine's friend, he wouldn't think twice about propositioning her for another tumble or two.
But experience had taught him he couldn't remain friends with girls he'd had sex with for more than one night. For whatever reason, his track record was quite consistent: he didn't have problems developing friendships with women he'd had one-night stands with, but once it went beyond the one time, maintaining the friendship became difficult. So a repeat of last night with Ari was not in the cards, not if they would have to continue being friendly with each other because of Kane and Jasmine.
"Woo-hoo! Dylan! Are you listening?"
Kane's voice snapped him out of his musing. He sat on the empty chair and grinned at his brother. "Sorry, were you saying something?"
"I said, I'm sorry we dragged you out of your friend's party. But thanks for being here."
"Oh, sure. No worries. I might head back there after we finish here. What made you call a family dinner tonight, anyway?" he asked Kane.
"Well, now that everyone's here, I can announce my good news," Kane replied, a blissful grin settling on his face. There was a dramatic pause before Kane finally announced, "Jasmine and I are getting married."
Cheers erupted around the table as everybody congratulated the couple.
"I had a feeling that was why you wanted to have dinner with all of us tonight, Kane," Faye said. "I'm so happy for you guys. Do you have a ring yet?"
"Yes, it's here in my pocket," Kane responded as he pulled out a small box. "We wanted to surprise everyone, so Jaz took it off so no one would guess our news." He took the ring out and placed it on Jasmine's finger before giving her a kiss.
"This is wonderful news," Linda said, touching the corner of her eye to dab a happy tear away. "Have you set a date yet?"
"Not yet," Jasmine answered. "But it would be a good few months after Faye and Ray's wedding."
"What do you mean a good few months?" Kane asked with a frown. "Why couldn't we get married a month after them?"
Jasmine chuckled. "They're getting married in less than two months, honey. We need time to prepare for ours."
"Isn't three months enough?" Kane persisted.
"I don't know," Jasmine answered.
"It's possible," Faye said. "As long as the venue and service providers you want aren't already booked. Jessa and I can help you prepare."
"See," Kane said to Jasmine. "Your sister and my sister have already done all the research for their own weddings. They can help organise the kind of wedding you want within three months. Right, Faye?"
"Sure. As long as Jaz wants to get married that soon. Maybe she'd prefer to wait a little longer."
Kane looked at Jasmine with a hint of concern.
Jasmine laughed and placed a hand on Kane's cheek. "Okay. A month after Faye and Ray's wedding."
Kane smiled brightly and gave his fiancée another quick kiss.
Dylan watched the obvious affection between his brother and Jasmine. He glanced around the table and saw the happiness in each person sitting there—happiness they shared with their significant other. He was the only one who sat alone and did not have someone to share a knowing look with, or a s
queeze of the hand, or a peck on the lips. He scratched the back of his ear, strangely unsettled. Why did he feel left out, all of a sudden?
*****
"Did you have a good time last night, Dyl?"
Dylan looked at Kane in surprise. His brother was lining up his shot at the pool table but arched an eyebrow at him when he didn't respond straight away.
"Last night was good," he answered.
"Yeah? What did you do?" Kane asked as he hit the cue ball. He sank a solid.
"I was out with Trey and Adam."
"Where did you go?"
"The Establishment. Then Ivy."
"Okay. Anything exciting happen?"
Kane's questioning was too casual, Dylan thought. He positioned himself to take a shot after Kane missed.
"I saw Jasmine's friend Ari at Ivy," he said after sinking a striped ball.
"Oh, right. How was she?"
How was she? Dylan couldn't help the smile that tugged his lips. "She was great."
He concentrated on his next shot but missed. When he looked up, Kane was staring at him in a funny kind of way. He narrowed his eyes at his brother.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Like what?" Kane asked innocently.
"Like you know something."
"Is there something to know?"
Ah. Kane did know something. Had Ari told Jasmine about last night, already?
"Ari and I hooked up," he admitted to Kane.
"You like her?"
"It was just a one-night stand, Kane."
Kane nodded, as if he knew it already.
"Is Jaz cool with it? Are you?" he asked with concern.
"Sure. As long as you two are okay with being in the same room after what happened. With Jaz and I getting married, I'm sure you'll see more of Ari."
"I know that. You know me, Kane. I can be friends with women I've slept with."
"That's not exactly a secret," Kane said dryly. "I don't know how or why you do it."
"Hey, I'm just a friendly kind of guy. I naturally get along well with girls I sleep with, otherwise, they wouldn't have attracted me in the first place. See, the trick is to limit the sex to one night only. Once it gets past a one-night stand, it's damn difficult to manage a friendship. Somehow, women's expectations change when you sleep with them too often. Remember that," he told his brother.
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