by Hazel Gower
Resting one of Ashlyn’s legs over my shoulders I buried my face deeper, sucking at her slick core. Her moans were like sparks of need that shot straight to my already straining dick. Lapping at her clit, I felt her legs start to quiver. I eased away wanting her to come around my dick. She gripped my hair pulling me back. “No. Finish me. Please.” I shook my head. “Please. Please, I’m so close.”
I liked the sound of her begging, but I was adamant the first time she came it would be around my cock. Picking her up, I walked to the bed and sat her on the edge. Leaning to the side, I opened the top bedside drawer and pulled out one of the many condoms I had in there. Tearing the wrapper open, I let it fall to the ground as I took the condom and slid it on. Coming back to Ashlyn, I captured her mouth, kissing her with the desperation I now felt for her. Then without saying a word, I lined my dick up to her entrance and pushed in, burying my cock balls deep. Ashlyn wrapped her legs around me. Breaking from her mouth, I kissed my way down her neck and sucked on her skin. She arched up moaning, and her pussy walls pulsed. Closing my eyes I took a deep breath in as a wave of pleasure washed over me. She felt so goddamn good. She was slick and tight. Sliding out, I paused and stared down into her passion filled eyes before I drove my dick home, propelling deep with steady thrusts. I knew the constant pace drove her crazy.
“Dillon. Oh Dillon. Yes, yes!” she howled, arching and digging the heels of her feet into my butt cheeks to drive me deeper.
As she arched up, I held her close with one hand and caressed the tips of her pointed nipples with the other. Spreading my legs for better balance, I started pounding into her in a mindless frenzy. I was so close, but I would not come until she went. I knew she was close, too, because her core was tightening and it was getting harder and harder to move out.
Pausing, I stopped with my cock wrapped in her heat. “I’m going to move. I want you to ride me. Show me you want me just as much as I want you.” I eased out of her, wincing at the feeling off loss. Climbing to the middle of the bed, I sat and crooked my finger at her.
The sight of Ashlyn crawling across the bed to me almost had me shooting my load right there. What the hell had I been thinking before? She was stunning. She was better than any damn model. Her tits swayed, and I groaned at the sight.
Ashlyn painstaking slowly settled over me. I watched with gritted teeth and clenched my fists as she wrapped her fingers around my cock and guided it back home. Holy fuck. I could swear she was tighter than just the moment before.
“Mmm, that feels so good,” she moaned as she sank down. Once seated, she wiggled, and her eyes flared. Grabbing her hips, I slowly rose her up and placed her down. She was soaked, her core gripping me tight, never wanting me to retreat. The pull of her muscles as they wrapped around me was pure heaven. I stared down and watched my dick disappear into her pussy each time. It was so hot.
Ashlyn rode me slowly at first until her walls quivered and her speed picked up. I was so close to coming, but I knew I couldn’t have my own release until Ashlyn had had hers. Leaning against the headboard, I drove up meeting her thrust for thrust. Circling her waist, I brought her down so our sweat coated bodies rubbed together. Squeezing her arse I followed the curves of her cheeks down and around our joined bodies to find her clit. Strumming it, I drove up, held still and pressed down putting pressure on her nub. Then I let go and repeated the process again. Pushing up deep into her, holding myself still and pressing down on her clit, I circled it before sliding my dick out and thrusting in again and again, until her body shook with the need for release.
“Holy shit,” she yelled.
Ashlyn’s core spasmed around me and held my dick in a viselike grip. “Fuck. Oh fuck.” I swore I was seeing fucking stars. I pumped into her, barely moving because of her pussy’s tight hold and let myself go, roaring my release.
Wrung out, I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around Ashlyn. Sex had never felt like that before. Damn. It was going to be a good week.
Chapter Two
Ashlyn
Four days later
I spent my days exploring Europe with Sarah, and my nights sneaking around with Dillon having wild, crazy sex. The more I was with Dillon the more I found I liked about him. His voice got better every time I heard him. He was easygoing and funny. And the sex was amazing. Tomorrow night we were all getting on a private plane and flying to America, and I felt sick at the thought of leaving him.
“Spend the day with me tomorrow?” Dillon asked as the pads of his fingers caressed the swell of my breasts.
I knew I should say no. I needed to not get any more attached than sex. I was leaving once we got to America. The problem, though, was our chemistry wasn’t simmering out the more we were together. All I had to do was think of Dillon and I got hot and tingly with need.
To avoid the question, I spent time tracing his odd tattoos as I explored his body. “Where’d you get these tatts? Most of them look like a kid drew on you.”
“My little brother used me to practice.”
“What?” I sat up and studied his face to see if he was joking. He winked, but he wasn’t laughing.
“My brother is a tattoo artist. I let him use my body for practice. He’s gotten better.” He rubbed his chest. “I needed something to intrigue the ladies.” He raised his eyebrows up and down and puckered his lips and sent two kisses my way.
Falling back on the bed with laughter I rolled over onto him straddling his chest. “I love how you make me laugh.”
“It’s a skill.” His smirk was so sexy. “The only woman I want to make happy is you.”
Running my hands over his chest I knew I was getting attached. Leaving him when we got to America would be the best thing for both of us because this thing between us didn’t feel at all like friends with benefits.
“Are you hoping if you distract me like this I’ll forget about what I asked?”
Crap! He caught me. “I’m going to York Minster with Sarah tomorrow, and I also want to see York Castle before I go.”
His dark green eyes twinkled and his lips curled up in a cheeky grin. “You do know, I was born and lived most of my life in York. I know all the best places. I’ll be your guide tomorrow.” At the thought of spending the day with him my heart soared, and I couldn’t help the smile that spread over my face. But Dillon wasn’t a normal guy. He couldn’t go anywhere without a bodyguard close by. Paparazzi followed all the guys in the group. Then there were the fans that mobbed them.
Sitting up I crossed my arms over my breasts. “As much as I would love that, I don’t think you could do it, what with the screaming fans that follow you, the bodyguards and the paparazzi. Plus, I’m leaving once we get to America. Let’s not make this any harder.” My heart sank at my own words realizing that they were true.
Dillon didn’t say anything for the longest of moments. He just sat there staring at me with intense green eyes. The more he stared, the more my heart squeezed. I fought with myself not to tell him yes. Not to tell him I’d do anything he wanted. Needing to be strong, I closed my eyes and reminded myself what he said when we started this. That he didn’t want a relationship. That we would just be sex. That we lived in different parts of the world and he didn’t have time for me. I reminded myself that this was just fun. I was on vacation being young and free.
I needed to leave and put distance between us. Easing out of the bed, I went looking for my clothes. I needed to leave before I changed my mind. To distance myself before I became what he didn’t want, one of those girls begging him to give their relationship a real chance. I needed to stay strong. The sex might be amazing, but that was all we had. All we could ever have.
I found my underwear and leaned down to put them on not even getting a foot in a hole when I was yanked against his body. “Stay. Just for tonight. Message Sarah and tell her you’ll see her tomorrow.” I shook my head and clenched my fists trying to keep myself from caving. Dillon’s teeth nipped the tip of my ear. “Please,” he whispered, then pressed a
kiss to the spot just below my ear. I shivered and knew right then I wouldn’t, couldn’t, say no.
Turning in his embrace I looked up at him. “I’ll spend our last night together.”
He lifted me up and carried me back to bed. Leaving was going to be so hard.
****
Dillon
I resisted the urge to play with the blond wig. The glasses were huge and a bit overboard I thought, with the preppy clothes, beige shorts with a blue and white striped button down shirt and to top the outfit off beige leather shoes. If I was being myself I would never be seen dead in these clothes, which made them perfect for a disguise.
I stood with Zeck by the SUV I knew was going to take Sarah and Ashlyn exploring in. Disguised in a get up similar to my own, he was here to keep Sarah occupied, so I could whisk Ashlyn away. “You know, I’m kind of digging this blond on me. These shoes are way comfy, too.” Zeck jumped up and down in the shoes and then wiggled his nose. “Not a fan of the glasses, they’re irritating me nose.”
Only Zeck would enjoy having to dress up like this so he could go out and not be recognized. I looked around for the girls, spotting them heading towards the car. Smiling, I wondered if the girls would recognize us. I wondered if Ashlyn would know me. Winking at Zeck, I decided to see how far I could get before she realized it was me. Going straight to Ashlyn I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me. In my best posh accent I said, “It’s so good to see you again. My friend and I have been waiting for you.” My fingers explored Ashlyn’s body, and she batted them away before I reached her breasts.
Ashlyn stepped away from me and placed her hands on her hips. “Who the hell are you?”
Trying not to laugh at her outraged look, I pulled her against me and without giving her a chance to react I placed my lips over hers. She gasped, and I slipped my tongue into her mouth. At first she fought me, hitting me and pushing against me to get away. After a moment though, she relaxed in my embrace and clutched me to her. The glasses got in the way, but I ignored them and basked in kissing Ashlyn.
Slowly I pulled away and she stared up into my eyes and whispered, “Dillon?” Chuckling, I nodded. She hit my chest. “You wanker. If it wasn’t for your taste or cologne, I would never have guessed.”
“That’s the idea. Now no one will know me. So I’m spending the day with you.” I reached for her hand and threaded my fingers through hers. “Zeck is coming, too.” I lowered my voice. “He’s here to keep Sarah occupied so I can be with you.” I watched as her eyes lit up and a huge smile spread over her beautiful face. Damn, she got more gorgeous the more time I spent with her. I swore making her smile had become my new favorite thing.
“I can’t believe you did this.” Her gaze darted over to Zeck. “You both look amazing. Totally different. The glasses are a nice touch.”
Fuck. I’d hoped she would think they were too much so I could take them off. “They’re the most annoying part.” She squeezed my hand, and I enjoyed the feeling. It was nice to do something so simple and have it feel good. Have it feel right. That was the thing with Ashlyn, everything with her felt right. Would spending the day with her feel as perfect as being with her at night? I was going to find out before I lost the chance.
****
Ashlyn
I sat in the comfortable leather seats on the plane trying not to think about my amazing day with Dillon. He had gone on a tour of York Minster and taken a million photos for me, even posing with me in some. Then he’d gone on another tour, one of York Castle, following me around like the tourist I was. It was what he did after the York Castle tour that had me telling myself not to crack, not to start falling for him. He’d hired a boat to take me around York on the river.
Then, before we left for the plane, we had dinner in this cute little restaurant that overlooked the river. He told me about his family. He had a younger brother, the tattoo artist, who drove him nuts. His parents were still together and they were still very much in love. He’d known Zeck the longest in the group. They were friends in school and later met Law. Alec was the last added to their band.
Dillon listened while I told him about myself, being the youngest in the family with two older brothers who were very overprotective. That I was a speech therapist and loved working with young children. We talked so much we had the others call and tell us we were late and holding up the plane. I couldn’t remember a date—day out—with a guy ever going so smoothly.
“So what’s going on with you and Dillon?” Sarah’s question snapped me out of my thoughts.
I shrugged. “Nothing.”
“Bullshit.” Sarah rolled her eyes. “Not only was I there today to see you two, but he hasn’t taken his eyes off you since we got on the plane. I know you’ve been sleeping elsewhere at night. Is he who you’ve been with?”
“It’s nothing. Just fun.”
“Uh-huh, the look he’s giving you now and the kiss he gave you this morning, those aren’t ones of two people just having fun.”
“Mmm, it can’t be any more. He doesn’t want more. I’m staying one more night and then leaving to go off exploring. It won’t work.”
Sarah sighed. “If you say so. But I can tell you now that I think he’s changed his mind. A guy who has his best mate dress up so he can spend time with a girl doesn’t sound like someone who isn’t interested in a relationship.” She patted my knee. “I know you, Ashlyn. You could make it work if you wanted to.”
I nodded, not wanting to voice anything. I needed to think. I needed to figure out what I was willing to do. Would I be willing to give Dillon a chance if he wanted it? I didn’t have to think long because I knew my answer would be a big fat yes.
****
Dillon
New Orleans
Ashlyn was going to leave, and I knew I couldn’t let that happen. I’d spent the flight thinking about what I wanted and had barely slept last night. Was I ready for a relationship? Could I make something out of the chemistry Ashlyn and I had? Was I willing to put the effort into what it would take to have a relationship with Ashlyn? I hadn’t had a serious relationship since I’d become famous.
Pacing back and forth in the suite I shared with Zeck, I glanced at the clock for the millionth time. It was early morning, and in a couple of hours Ashlyn would be saying her goodbyes and moving to a different hotel and starting her vacation alone.
“Just do it. Stop overthinking it. I swear I can hear you bloody pacing and thinking from the other room. I can’t sleep with you being all moody and unsure. ” Zeck patted me on the back, then grabbed my phone from the charger and handed it to me. “I have known you for a long time, and I’ve never seen you like this over a woman. Call her. Organize what you two want to do, and do it now because I need my beauty sleep, bro.” He slapped me on the butt as he left, and I didn’t bother responding because I was busy on my phone.
Chapter Three
Ashlyn
A bellhop had come and gotten my luggage. Sarah and I had just arrived down in the lobby of The Ritz-Carlton in New Orleans, where we stayed last night. It was a luxury hotel and way out of my budget just to stay on my own.
Going to the reception, I went up and handed back my key for the room I’d had with Sarah. “Miss Dobbs, your things have been moved to room 1002, one of our Vieux Carre Suites.”
“I’m sorry, did you just say my things have been moved to another room?”
The man nodded. “Yes. Mr. Blake had them moved.”
“He what?”
The guy took a step back at my yell.
Sarah pulled on my arm, and I turned to her. “Ashlyn, get the key and go see him. Please.” She wouldn’t meet my eyes.
“What have you done, Sarah?”
“I just helped. Please get the card and go up to the room.”
Snatching my arm out of her hold, I glared at her before turning back to the guy at reception. “Sorry about yelling. Can I please have the key?”
He handed over the key card. Without saying anyth
ing to Sarah I marched to the elevator, punched the button to go up, and one of the elevators opened. I got on, scanned my card and pressed floor ten.
Furious, I couldn’t wait to talk to Dillon. How dare he move my things without talking to me, and what the hell had Sarah done? The elevator pinged, and I walked out of it and to room 1002.
My keycard unlocked the room, and I entered. The suite was nice with lavish furnishings, but I wasn’t getting attached. I was leaving and going exploring on my own. I found Dillon sitting on a sofa waiting in the lounge room. He stood up as soon as I stormed in.
“What the hell, Dillon? Why did you move my luggage here? I have to leave and check into my own hotel.”
He didn’t seem fazed by my yelling. He even smiled as he got up and came to me, gathering me against him. “No, you don’t. Your reservation at the other hotel has been cancelled. Sarah and I got half your money back, but couldn’t get it all as it was late notice.”
I wanted to throttle him, but I settled for a hit to his chest. “You idiot. Why did you do that?”
“I don’t want you to go. I want you to spend your vacation with me. I want us to make this relationship work.”
I pushed at his chest and took a step back. “What? What relationship?”
“Our chemistry together has only been getting stronger. I’ve never had this with another woman. We have a connection, and it’s not just sexual. I know you feel the same.”
“You want me to spend my vacation with you?”
“Yes. I want you with me.”
I couldn’t deny what he was saying, and I wanted more time with him, but could I give up what I had organized for my vacation and follow him around? Even if I did, he had no right to organize my life without talking to me first. Before I could blast him for changing my plans without asking, he gathered me back to him and set his lips against mine. Damn, his kisses were my kryptonite, and my words failed as I lost myself to his kiss. My body melted against him.