Distraction (Club Destiny #8)(39)

His dark eyes lifted to meet hers, and she saw a world of emotion there, things she couldn’t quite explain echoing in the chocolate-brown depths.

Dylan took a drink, swallowed slowly, then set his glass back on the table. “You want the truth?”

“Always,” she told him.

“I came because I knew you were spending the weekend with Bill.”

Sarah frowned. She wasn’t sure what that had to do with anything.

He must have noticed her confusion because Dylan added, “I figured I needed a distraction.”

That comment brought back the memory of the night they’d been together.

Just go. No apologies necessary. I know what this was. A distraction.

Was he saying that now he needed a distraction from her? Or that he simply used sex as a distraction?

“But you’re here now,” Dylan said as he leaned closer. “And quite frankly, you’re the only distraction I need.”

Sarah wasn’t sure how she felt about that.

“However, there are some things you need to know about me.”

Things? That didn’t sound good.

“This place…”

Sarah waited, watching the way his eyes scanned the room. When he didn’t continue, she filled in for him. “You like this? You get off on this?”

His eyes met hers. “I do.”

“Which part?”

“All of it.”

“Do you”—she dropped her gaze to her glass—“engage in these types of encounters?”

He didn’t answer, so she was forced to look at him again.

“I have, yes.”

Sarah had to look around, wanting desperately to understand what he was telling her. “So, you’re into threesomes?” She turned back to him. “You like to be with men, too?”

“No, I don’t like to be with men, but yes, I’m into threesomes. Sharing a woman.”

Two men?

Her eyes wandered again, and the warmth of Dylan’s body pressed against her back once again as he turned her to face the activities taking place.

“Imagine you’re that woman,” Dylan whispered, his tone dark and sensual. “And that’s me on my knees, my tongue buried in your pussy, licking you … slowly.”

A shiver danced down her spine.

“And the other man …he’s a friend of mine. And his sole responsibility is to pleasure you.”

Sarah watched as the man kneeling between the woman’s legs stood and the other guy traded places with him. It didn’t take much effort to imagine Dylan’s “friend” slipping between her thighs, his tongue lapping at her clit…

Holy crap.

“And now, while he’s eating your pussy and fucking you with his fingers, I’d slide my dick between your soft lips…”

Sarah had to cross her legs to ease the ache that had taken up residence there. Her imagination ran wild, and she found herself wanting it.

“It’s okay to experiment, Sarah,” he said softly, gently. “Two men focused only on you, eager to make you moan and beg for more.”

Okay, so it was hot to watch and she wasn’t opposed to the idea. As a fantasy. As for reality … she wasn’t sure.

She turned her attention back to Dylan.

Thinking for some reason that she should be pissed, but finding herself more than a little intrigued, Sarah continued to sit there, ogling the scrumptious man outfitted in a pair of well-worn Wranglers that hugged his tight butt, a snug black T-shirt, and boots. The outfit, when she’d first seen him tonight, reminded her of the night he’d shown up at her house. In fact, it looked exactly the same, the black cotton molded to his well-defined chest and large biceps.

Other memories of that night emerged. Like the reminder that, by walking away, Dylan had told her in no uncertain terms that he hadn’t wanted anything to do with her.

She’d been right that night. He’d used her as a distraction, the same as she’d used him. Only she doubted Dylan had thought about her since. Sarah, sadly, had spent too many lonely nights thinking about him.

It would do well for her to remember that Dylan had made it painfully clear that he had absolutely no interest in her. None. Just when she had thought they were developing a friendship, he’d gone and brought sex into the mix.

Okay, so maybe it hadn’t all been his fault. Sex had been on her mind a time or two, but it wasn’t like she’d had any intention of jumping him when he least expected it. Before that night, Sarah had already known how Dylan felt about the idea. At one of the CISS Friday night gatherings, during a drunken rant, one he’d directed at Alex while Sarah had been talking to Ashleigh nearby, Dylan had stated his true feelings on the matter.

If I have anything to offer at all, Alex, it would be one night. And Sarah… She doesn’t quite fit the bill.

Why her name had come up in the conversation at all, she wasn’t sure. And at the time, she hadn’t cared.

At first, she’d thought it had been an offhanded compliment, but still… It had hurt. In her own warped little way, Sarah had come up with two ways to take that—she wasn’t the one-night-stand type, or she wasn’t the woman for him. Either way, she had been feeling somewhere between too much and too little for the man. But then he had come across crass, which had both pissed her off and turned her on.