Distraction (Club Destiny #8)(13)

Not until Sarah.

“All the things I want to do to you…” He didn’t get to finish his sentence, needing her mouth on his again.

Jesus H. Christ.

There were so many fantasies racing through his head. He imagined Sarah straddling Chris while Dylan’s cock tunneled in and out of her mouth. It had been years since he’d thought about sharing a woman with his best friend, but now it seemed to be all he could think about.

He could practically feel the warmth on his dick, the lust fizzing beneath his skin as his friend gave her so much damn pleasure she couldn’t stand it. He wanted to share her, to see another man pleasure her. It was something he’d longed to do again, and he needed that as much as he needed this.

But Sarah wasn’t that woman. She didn’t strike him as the kind who would enjoy that sort of intimacy, the eroticism of having two men inside her at the same time…

Dylan shook off the thought, burying it deep.

His hands groped, fumbled to unclasp her bra, while his tongue thrust against hers in a heated mating that was slowly taking over him. When her breasts were free, Dylan released her mouth, forcing her back as his gaze raked the smooth swell of her breasts, the sweetly puckered nipples. His hands had a mind of their own, roaming over her, desperate for more. He fought to hold on as Sarah jerked her shirt and bra from her body, dropping them both to the floor.

Another step and he was pushing her against the wall, his brain coming online long enough to send instructions to his hand to cradle the back of her head, not wanting to hurt her but needing her in every way a man needed a woman.

“I need you,” he stated, wanting her to understand how much. “Need. You.”

With his eyes still closed, Dylan roughly stroked his dick as he thought about that night. The cool air washed over his overheated skin as he jacked off to those mental images that overwhelmed him. God, what he wouldn’t give to feel Sarah’s hands on him, her mouth, the tight grip of her cunt wrapping around his dick.

His hand tightened around his cock as he jerked harder, faster. He pretended Sarah was there, her luscious lips wrapped around the head of his cock…

“Fuck, yes,” he hissed as his dick jerked in his fist. He came, thick spurts of cum spraying his stomach.

It took several minutes to get his breathing under control. When he did, he forced his eyes open. He was still in his bedroom and there was no warm, willing woman at his side. If he had to guess, Sarah was at work. Hell, he didn’t even know what she did for a living these days. He remembered Jake mentioning that she’d quit her teaching job, but the kid never said why or what she was doing now.

Damn, he needed a drink. Something to free his mind of this hellish hold those memories had on him.

Dylan glanced over at his phone, then reached for it. He instantly pulled up Alex’s number and typed a quick text.

Dylan: Hey, man. Gonna be out of the office today.

Alex: No worries. It’s slow right now. Something wrong?

Everything was wrong, but Dylan wasn’t about to tell Alex that. No reason for him to worry. Dylan had it all under control.

Dylan: All good. Just need to find an AA meeting today.

Alex: If you need anything at all, I’m here. Just remember that.

Dylan: I’m good. Swear it.

Or he would be, just as soon as he found a meeting and figured out a way to banish the thoughts of Sarah.

Without taking a drink.



“SARAH?”

Sarah lifted her gaze and met Elaine’s concerned look. “Hmm?”

“How did it feel seeing Dylan after all this time?”

She took a deep breath. It was her own fault she was hashing out these feelings with her therapist. As soon as she woke up this morning, Sarah had called Elaine and asked if she could come in for a session. She needed to talk to someone, and since she wasn’t ready to share her feelings with her mother or her best friend, Elaine was her only option.

“Confused,” she admitted. “I knew it wouldn’t be easy to see him, but I didn’t expect to have all these emotions”—Sarah gestured toward her chest—“building up.”

“Describe the emotions,” Elaine prompted.

“Anger, sorrow, anxiety.” She held Elaine’s stare. “I realized how much I missed him as soon as I saw him. I thought I was over him.”

“It’s okay that you missed him, Sarah. He played a significant role in your life.”

“But he walked out. He…”

“Abandoned you?” Elaine stated. “The way Paul did?”

“Not the same way, no.” Paul had killed himself. He had permanently removed himself from the world, leaving Sarah feeling completely helpless and alone. Dylan had simply walked away and never looked back.

“No, I agree. Not the same. But you still feel as though he abandoned you.”

“Yes, I do.”

“How do you feel about him? Seeing him for the first time, what were your immediate thoughts?”

“That he looked good,” Sarah admitted. “He doesn’t look quite so … sad.”

“That’s a good thing, right?”

Sarah nodded. It was a good thing. No matter how much Dylan had hurt her, she still wanted him to heal from his pain.

“And are you thinking about Paul?”

“No.” Sarah dropped her eyes to her lap. “Yes. A little, I guess.”