His tongue slipped into her mouth nice and slow. As if he too was savoring the moment. He shifted his body weight and pressed himself into her. Her legs spread open willingly inviting him into her space.
His hands moved from her face and down her tank top, brushing her hard nipples with his thumbs. Gosh, it’d been so long since she’d felt this. She loved the way his hands fit against her breasts, the way he teased the nipples, pinching and pulling them taut causing them to get even harder. He pulled her tank top and bra down in one swift motion exposing her breasts.
Dylan leaned back. “So fucking sweet.”
He took a nipple into his mouth. Her body arched into his. Her thighs tightened against his, trying to rub against his erection.
He placed small trailing kisses along her chest to her other nipple. Pure ecstasy. He tugged it into his mouth and her hands dug into his shoulders when he bit down.
“Kiss me again. Talk dirty to me.” Was that her voice asking those things from him? Surely not. When had Lina ever asked something like that? Thought it maybe, but she would never speak it out loud.
“Talk dirty to you? Is my Lina a little vixen underneath this front? What do you want me to say?” Dylan managed to keep his mouth hovered against her lips as he spoke. And all she could manage was a barely coherent mumble of agreement. Yes, apparently she was a vixen. But she didn’t know what she wanted him to say. She only knew she loved how he sounded when he spoke such filth.
“I’m going to finally feel that tight cunt of yours. You want me to sink my fingers into it?” He pulled her bottom lip in his mouth and his tongue glided against her skin. He placed small kisses against her mouth, waiting patiently for an answer.
Lina nodded, not breaking their wet kisses. Because yes, she did. He was making her feel too good for her to recall the reasons why this was a bad idea. This Lina, her, not the old Lina or the new, just her. Right now, she wanted to float in this feeling for eternity. Wanted to enjoy the feel of his scratchy beard against her jaw and lips. Wanted to give him what he was giving her.
Her hand pushed his head into her mouth as their kiss went from lustful kisses to devouring ones. His tongue matched hers, he nibbled on her bottom lip. His hand skirted against the elastic of her leggings. Her tummy soared, giving her that feeling she always experienced when she crested a hill or rode a roller coaster.
Yes!
“You’re ready for me.” Dylan whispered against her mouth just as his fingers found her clit. The sensation elicited a soft moan from her mouth. It’d been too long since any man had touched her. Too fucking long.
Dylan’s finger entered her. Another moan she couldn’t contain. She sucked his lower lip just as he’d been doing to her.
“I was right. A tight cunt.”
She involuntarily squeezed against his finger at his words. Why had she never known she liked this kind of talk? Duh. She’d never had anyone so confident and sure of himself as much as Dylan was.
He broke their kiss. “Are you going to come all over my fingers, sweetheart?” His mouth moved to her ear, tugging her lobe into his mouth.
Oh hell yes she was, but all she could manage was a nod. Because it felt too good. Her voice was caught in her throat—somewhere between a fuck yes and a moan.
“That’s a good girl, grind that beautiful pussy against my hand. Your clit is hard as fuck.”
Lina could feel her orgasm being pulled from her as he whispered dirty promises into her ear. She could feel sweat marring her forehead as she ground herself into Dylan’s palm. And the moment his scruffy face was up against hers, his tongue diving in her mouth, she came all over his hand just as he’d asked. She shattered. A million glowing stars pressed against the insides of her closed eye lids as her body shook against Dylan’s hand. The pleasure was pure and explosive. Almost too much. Her legs went from straining to weak as the last pulses of her orgasm trembled out of her clit. He gave a slight brush against the sensitive bud and her hips involuntarily pushed into his hand.
“Oh, I…” She swallowed, her lips quivered in unspoken passion. Her throat was too dry, her legs too shaky. Her clit throbbed endlessly against him already craving more of his magical touch. Needing it.
Dylan freed his hand from her pants and lifted it to his open mouth.
“No!” She gripped his wrist in horror. “Don’t do that.”
“I’m dying to taste you.”
Her lack of cleanliness seemed to have no effect on him, or he just simply forgot. To her dismay, he bent his neck, her hand still holding his wrist, and he sucked the juices off his middle finger. His eyes never left hers as he made a popping sound when he let go.
How embarrassing.
“You’re sweet. Just like I imagined you’d taste. You wanna lick?” He gave her that dirty grin.
She wrinkled her nose. “No. No way.”
“Next time,” he promised. “I can’t wait for you to milk my cock like you just did with my finger. So fucking sexy. I had no idea you were such a good dirty girl.”
“Me neither,” she managed.
Dylan had propped himself on his side next to Lina. “What do you mean me neither?”
She looked away, suddenly embarrassed by the awkwardness of the situation. That she was learning that she was a good dirty girl, knowing he hadn’t meant that in the physical sense from her lack of showering. But both meanings of dirty came to her mind. And he just sucked his finger like it was no big deal. Kill me now. A shower was next on her list.
“I mean I didn’t know I liked it. Until you started it.” She couldn’t dare look up at him.
“No one’s ever talked dirty to you before?” Dylan’s voice said it all. He was shocked. She didn’t have to meet his eyes to know that.
She was more shocked at how much she liked it. How it added an extra layer of goodness on to the already good.
“Lina? Why the sudden shyness?”
She looked up then. God, his eyes so green. So inquisitive. So concerned. So cocky—almost proud.
“No one has ever talked to me that way before. The old me would have shot rockets off at the idea of any man speaking that way to me. It was never something I entertained. Something I never realized I wanted. Until you.” There. That was straight up honesty from the heart. Damn. It felt good to admit that too. What else did she like that she’d never thought about or given herself the chance to like?
Holy shit. Revelation here.
Live life.
Her blood pressure rose at the new prospect. Yes. That was what she was going to do.
Live life.
A new life.
A life where she was on to finding things she liked that she’d never known she liked.
Dylan shook his head slowly, his sure gaze never left hers. His mouth widened into that large cocky grin she had disliked when he showed up on her doorstep. “You’re in for a dirty—and when I say dirty, I mean I may ruin your preference toward other men and what they won’t be able to give you—dirty stay here at Pine Lake. Welcome to Colorful Colorado,” he said.
Chapter Eleven
The snowmobile will be delivered in ten. He’s gonna drop it in the parking lot.
Dylan frowned at his phone. Drop it? He texted back.
You’ll see. Cam replied and then sent Dylan another text with three black bomb emojis.
“I’m jumping in the shower.” Lina called from upstairs.
Dylan shoved his phone in his pocket. “Dress warm. We’re going into town.”
“How? The snow hasn’t melted enough.”
Dylan smirked, throwing on his boots. “Trust me.”
He waited for some sassy comeback, and when he got nothing, he threw on his beanie and coat and headed outside.
Brisk. Still freezing. Thank God there was no wind. It’d snowed every day since he and Lina started lightly fooling around, and he needed to get the fuck out of the house. She was driving him crazy. Her soft moans of pleasure when he finger fucked her was nearly wearing him down.
Dylan. Oh yes. There. Dylan your fingers fit me perfectly. He shook his head. He was certain there was something else that would fit her perfect too. So far, he’d kept it strictly all about pleasing her. But he was no saint.
There was only so long he could keep it up.
The unmistakable thwack thwack thwack of a helicopter had Dylan blinking into the Sun and chuckling as he quickly understood the meaning of Cam’s text. Very carefully the helicopter hovered over the condos large parking lot with a shiny black snowmobile hanging from a line.
The copter slowly maneuvered around creating a mini snow storm as he got the snowmobile close to the ground.
“That’s something, isn’t it?” Martha yelled into his ear.
Shit.
“Sure is. How are you doing today?” Dylan asked, hoping like hell the pilot was out of sight with package delivered before Lina got out of the shower and figured out what was what.
“It’s looking up. This is the most exciting thing that’s happened around here for at least a few weeks, Mr. Truex.”
Dylan waved at the pilot as the lead unhooked automatically from the snowmobile. “What’s it going to take to keep that small tidbit to yourself?”
“It’s a rather large piece of information for this small town. It’d take a rather large incentive to keep my mouth shut.”
Where were the snow suits? The helicopter pilot gave Dylan a thumbs up and started to take off. Dylan text Cam. Snowsuits?
“Money?”
Martha scoffed. “I don’t want money.”
“Then what?”
Cam’s reply came through. In the seat.
“I want your autograph!” Martha squealed. She waved a hand in front of her face. “Total fan girl moment over here. I figured it out when you got the eggs, otherwise I may have never known. Would have just sat here wondering. But then I saw a commercial advertising your new line of tennis shoes and bam, it hit me.”
“I can do an autograph. But you cannot tell my girlfriend, you got it Martha?”
“Oh wait. I’m not done. I also want you over for lunch.”
“When? I’ll have to check with Lina.” Lunch with Martha? He could already picture Lina’s hand on her hip.
“Oh no. Just you and me. No Lina.” Martha cocked her head to the side. Fuck. She had Dylan by the balls, and she knew it.
“What’s going to stop you from having lunch with me, say tomorrow, and not telling her the day after?”
“Well you’re just going to have to trust me, ain’t that right?”
Just then Lina opened the door to Pine Lake, and he was hit with instant lust. She was a breath of fresh air. Whereas he thought she was beautiful before, now freshly showered and done up, ready to go out, she was marvelous. Her blonde hair was curled loosely around her fresh face. A small amount of makeup decorated her eyes and a pale pink sheen lined her high cheekbones. He felt like he’d just been sucker punched in the gut. The sight of her almost bringing him to his knees.
“Oh hey, Martha.” Lina smiled as if the world hadn’t just tilted slightly.
Martha looked at Dylan, and he gave a small nod. He could do a lunch. Fine. So long as she didn’t tell Lina who he was.
“Hello. I was just going inside. I’ll leave you two to your new toy.”
With Martha gone, Dylan’s nerves settled a bit. “You look amazing,” he blurted. He suddenly couldn’t help himself around her. He’d always kept his thoughts to himself. Most women he dated knew they were gorgeous, so what was the point of validating it? Besides that, the second he complimented them, they started fishing for more. More being a relationship. But with Lina, he knew she wasn’t after anything so perhaps that was why he was so honest with her.
“Thank you. By toy I assume she’s talking about that?” she smiled. “Where’d it come from?”
“Had it delivered,” he shrugged.
Lina’s hand came down to her curvaceous hip bone. “Unbelievable.”
Dylan shrugged. “Wanna go for a ride?”
“’Bout time you asked me that.”
Chapter Twelve
“It’s exhilarating,” Lina yelled over his shoulder.
It was definitely exhilarating. The wind chill against their faces was manageable with the ski goggles and face masks they both wore. Most of the items Dylan had Cam order for Lina fit. Her jacket was a little large on her small frame, but it worked.
He squeezed her arm in response.
It was exhilarating. Flying through the snow driving sixty.
Her.
She was wrapped around him like a koala bear in a tree, and he hated to admit to himself that she was more exciting than the ride.
He hadn’t had an opportunity to track down the maker of those sugar cookies yet, but it was on his list. He’d already asked Cam, and finding the information was more difficult than Dylan had expected. Because as Cam put it, who the hell gave a shit about where sugar cookies came from?
He pulled into the condo parking lot and shut the engine down. Estes Park was still deep in snow. Elkhorn Avenue was mostly closed, but the two of them made a pact to head back to a promising little place called The Wheel Bar and have a drink. The city had plows working, and all of the town’s electricity had been restored. The single grocery store had been open, so they’d managed to get some items that were more to his liking. Eggs. T-bone steaks. More bacon. Necessary ingredients to make a few dinners.
They carried their plunder inside and much too comfortably unpacked their groceries side by side. Wordlessly she unloaded them from the bags and handed the items to Dylan to put away.
“You promise you’ll still enjoy Lucky Charms with me every now and then?”
“Yes, I promise. Is that everything?”
“I think so.” They both looked around the kitchen to confirm. Dylan reached for her, something he’d been dying to do all day but at the same time didn’t want to because he didn’t know what was going on inside him.
He bent his head toward hers. “I’ve been dying to touch you all day.”
She laughed. “You’ve been touching me all day.”
He groaned when she slipped her hand into his hair. He loved when she did that. “Not like this.” Why couldn’t he get enough of her? Probably because he hadn’t had her. Not the way he wanted. Not the way he’d already have had a woman if his sex life weren’t being run by a bet. His mouth crashed into hers. Her lips were always so soft and pliant beneath his and he’d come to enjoy her original flavored Chapstick.
Her mouth was greedy as ever, sucking his tongue—a trick he was proud to have taught her—her hands threaded through his hair, down his neck and across his chest. He sucked in a breath as her cold hands touched his stomach beneath his shirt.
He chuckled as she tweaked his nipples. “What was that for?”
Her eyes were lit with humor. “Just wanted to touch them like you do mine.”
She rolled each of his nipples between her fingers, applying the right amount of pressure to each one. If her idea was to get him hard, it worked. Of course it didn’t take long for that to happen when he was in a room with Lina. Just the sight of her this morning standing in the doorway was enough to bring him to his knees. Let alone make his cock uncomfortably hard.
Four more days.
Lina edged his shirt up and over his head and her hands went to his pants. “I want these off.”
No problem, tiger.
He shoved her slow hands out of the way and shed his jeans, kicking them to the side. Her fingertips moved over his chest and abs. She leaned in and kissed each nipple, biting his neck and shoulder. She moved to his arm where her tongue came out and created a wet path against his tattoo.
Dylan chuckled. “What was that for?”
Lina’s cheeks turned pink. “Because it’s hot as fuck.”
She leaned back and her hands touched him from the outside of his briefs. Why had he worn some today? He didn’t normally wear underwear, mostly to work out and sometimes when he just felt
it was necessary to keep his balls from banging around, but as Lina’s slow hands traveled against the length of him, he regretted his morning decision.
Mostly.
It was hard to complain when her hand was caressing him the way she currently was. His hips edged forward on their own accord, craving more of her touch.
She gave him that sassy I told you so look. “I don’t know what you were ever thinking making a bet so stupid.”
Her hand dropped from his dick, leaving it feeling like that damn well wasn’t enough. “There are other things we’re going to do. You’re graduating, Lina. From finger-fucking to tongue tricks. I’m going to show you all that stamina you asked about.”
Her cute little brow arched up, and her tongue darted out and swiped her lip. “I’m graduating? Or you?”
He groaned and reached for the hem of her shirt. Two could play this game, and he wanted her completely naked this time. The three times he’d made her come with his fingers they’d been clothed. He might have had his shirt off a time or two. But he was putting an end to shit right now.
No more taking it slow.
He pulled her jeans down, taking her panties with, and she put her hand on his shoulder as he pulled the skinny jeans off her ankles one at a time. Before she could protest, he hoisted her up onto the kitchen counter.
“In here?” she asked wide-eyed.
He turned his eyes to the creamy expanse between her legs. He could see the slickness in her folds and his cock ached at what it was missing out on. “No better place to have a snack is there?”
He pulled a chair from the table and maneuvered it against the counter space in between her legs and sat down. He studied his masterpiece. Dylan reached up and fingered her bra as he tried to open the little clasp between her breasts. Her freckles that he was starting to think of as his—he loved so very much. Perfection.
“Come here. Put your legs around my neck and sit on the edge.” His mouth was watering at the sight before him. Lina’s cheeks were that perfect shade of crimson that he was beginning to count on every time he made her come. Her eyes danced with arousal, and she was ready.
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