Distraction (Club Destiny #8)(51)

“Sarah.” He wasn’t going to be able to hold back for much longer. As much as he wanted this to last all fucking night, he was nearing the edge, ready to launch himself over. “Come for me, Sarah.”

With his eyes locked with hers, he saw the passion that swirled in the ocean-blue depths. She was close, but she was holding back the same way he was, wanting to cherish every second. There would be more, he had no doubt, but for now, he couldn’t hold off his release.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he growled, his chest tightening, his cock pulsing. “Do that again… Squeeze my dick, Sarah.” He growled, the feeling fucking phenomenal. “Oh, yeah. Shit… Gonna … come.”

Gritting his teeth, he fought the urge, but when Sarah’s thighs tightened on his hips, her pussy clasping down on him, the effort was futile.

Sarah’s strangled cry was all it took to send him soaring, his release tearing through him. He grunted and groaned as the pleasure-pain took root, battering him from the inside out. And then, just as fast as it had started, it was over.

Dylan remained right where he was, lodged inside her, staring down at Sarah’s beautiful face. She was smiling up at him, her smooth hands sliding up and down his biceps. He was trying to come up with the right words to say when her sweet voice broke the silence.

“That was a good start,” she whispered.

He barked a laugh, his cock twitching inside her. And when she began to laugh, her muscles clasping his already sensitive dick, he had to pull out of her.

Dropping onto his back, he stared up at the ceiling as he tried to catch his breath. “What now?”

“I’d say we do that again,” she said, propping up on one elbow. “But I think you’ll need some time to recuperate. You’re what? Forty-two? You need, like, two minutes for every year?”

God, he liked this woman. She made him laugh.

“Just a few minutes,” he told her.

“In the meantime,” Sarah said, climbing out of bed and heading for the dresser, “I say we grab some food.”

“Room service,” he muttered, not sure his legs were strong enough to carry him back downstairs.

“Good idea.”

Dylan stayed where he was, distracted by the sight of her getting dressed. He watched as she pulled on a pair of pink boy shorts and a T-shirt before bounding over to the small desk and grabbing the menu.

When she crawled up on the bed, he held up a finger. “Hold that thought.”

Forcing his legs over the edge of the bed, he managed to get to his feet. Once in the bathroom, he closed the door, disposed of the condom, and then went to the sink. Staring at himself in the mirror, he waited for the regret that he expected to hit him, but it never came.

Unlike last time, Dylan didn’t feel bad about what they’d done. He felt … alive. For the first time in a long time, he felt good. Back to the land of the living, no longer stuck in a time warp of despair and misery. Sarah had brought light back into his life and he wanted more of it. He wanted enough to push out all the shadows that had haunted him for so long. He needed her in a way he hadn’t needed anyone. Ever.

That thought scared him because he had needed Meghan. She’d been his wife, his lover, his best friend.

But he wasn’t trying to compare the two women. Not even close. Sarah was… Damn. She was beauty and light, laughter and joy. She made him want things he never thought he’d want again. And he couldn’t regret that. Not even for a second.

Not wanting to keep her waiting, he splashed water on his face, rinsed his mouth with the mouthwash she had on the counter, and returned to find her sitting on the bed, the menu laid out before her.

“You okay?” she asked, her eyes meeting his. There was concern in her gaze, confusion.

He knew she probably expected him to break down the way he had last time. It still embarrassed him, but he wasn’t going to allow the memories of the past to intervene tonight. This was new for them. He wanted to move forward, not go back. And the only way to do that was to start over.

Glancing down at his spent cock, he willed the damn thing to come back to life, but it was clearly tired. Not that he blamed it. Sarah was something else. She made him feel more than he expected, and he wasn’t merely referring to the sex.

“Yeah, but now I’m starving.”

“Me, too.” Her eyes flashed and he could see the relief there.

Flopping onto the bed, he reached for her, pulling her on top of him as she giggled in surprise. Cupping her perfect little ass, he pulled her close.

“Kiss me,” he said softly.

She studied him for a moment, but then her mouth hesitantly met his in a kiss so fucking sweet Dylan’s heart skipped a beat. This was new and exciting, but beyond that, he knew that there was something more than physical attraction between the two of them. Perhaps that was what made it so amazing.

Whatever it was, he didn’t ever want this night to end. But since he knew it eventually would, he decided to make the best of it.



SARAH COULD GET USED TO this. Lying in Dylan’s arms, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers, the sound of his heart beating against her ear.

After they’d made out a little more, she managed to slip out of his arms and order room service. While they waited for the food to be delivered, Dylan had surfed the channels on the hotel television, finally turning it off when the knock sounded on the door. They then ate while they talked, mostly about what Devotion was and how it had come about. He had informed her that his friend Luke advised him to contact Trent Ramsey regarding another club potentially opening up in the Dallas area. Of course, Sarah had to fangirl a little because Trent freaking Ramsey, hello!