Distraction (Club Destiny #8)(66)

When Sarah did as instructed, Dylan began lifting and lowering her, keeping her close as he enjoyed the friction of her body against his. He pulled her down harder and she moaned loudly.

“Like that?”

“Mmm-hmm.” Her breath fanned his ear as she held on to him, her nails digging into his skin.

He continued like that until his arms tired, and only then did he shift her onto her back, allowing him more traction to fuck her ruthlessly. Dylan drove deep, retreated slowly, all while watching her face. Her golden hair fanned out over the pillow making her look like an angel.

“Dylan … I’m close … so close…”

Giving her everything he had, Dylan fucked her harder, deeper, faster until finally, they both went over together.

Two hours later, after showering and grabbing coffee at the coffee shop in their hotel, they were once again out on the street, moving from one casino to another. Sarah seemed fascinated by the various themes, and Dylan found he was fascinated by her and her reaction to it all. They walked for what felt like days, until finally they stopped in another hotel to have lunch. At that point, they sat for a while, watching as people walked by, laughing, smiling, some still stumbling from a rough night before. Dylan damn sure didn’t miss those days, preferring to have complete control of his faculties. It took him a long damn time to get to this point, but now that he was here, he couldn’t fathom going back there to that dark, lonely place.

“What’re you thinkin’ about?” Sarah questioned when the waitress returned with their check.

Dylan shifted his gaze to Sarah and smiled. “I’m having a great time.”

Her smile lit up her face. “Yeah?”

He reached for her hand. “Thanks for coming with me.”

Her smile was shy as she nodded.

It was true, this woman made him feel things he hadn’t expected to ever feel again. He couldn’t imagine being here with anyone else. Hell, he couldn’t imagine feeling this way for anyone else. Maybe he’d known somewhere deep in his heart that Sarah Davis was a part of his soul. She’d been placed in his path at a time when his world had been the darkest. She was the reason he chose to dig himself out of the hole he’d buried himself in and now, here they were.

“I was thinking maybe we could grab a nap before we head to the club,” she told him when the waiter returned to clear away their dishes and give him the check to sign.

“I think that’s a brilliant idea.”

As he got to his feet, Dylan knew that tonight was going to be a true test for them. Either she would like the club or she wouldn’t, they would stay or they wouldn’t, they would enjoy themselves or they wouldn’t.

But no matter what, Dylan knew that the club did not define who he was. No, he didn’t want to hide that part of himself any longer, but if it meant making Sarah happy, he had the overwhelming feeling that he would do whatever it took.

He only hoped he didn’t have to make that choice.



AFTER A THREE-HOUR NAP, SARAH was up and getting ready while Dylan lounged on the bed, flipping through channels on the television. He was ready, except for getting dressed. She figured it had to be nice being a guy in that regard. A little effort toward showering and they were good to go. Little did the man know but she was slowly losing her mind because for her to get ready meant makeup, lotion, perfume, hair dryer, flat iron, curling iron, a nail file, a lint brush … and a whole lot more. Plus, a hell of a lot of deep breathing.

They were going to a sex club.

On purpose.

Holy crap.

What in the world did one wear to a sex club?

She remembered the night at Devotion. From her fuzzy memories of that evening, most of the people around her hadn’t been wearing much of anything at all, so she couldn’t very well get ideas from that experience.

“Not helping,” she muttered to her reflection in the mirror.

“Are you talking to yourself?”

Sarah spun around to see Dylan standing in the bathroom doorway, his arms crossed over his bare chest, his jean-clad legs crossed at the ankles. It should be a crime to look that damn sexy without even trying.

“Yes, I am,” she confirmed.

“Are you at least getting a response?”

Sarah grinned, then turned and faced the mirror. “Not a helpful one, no.”

“What seems to be the problem?”

She shrugged, leaning forward and applying gloss to her lips. “I don’t know what to wear.”

“What are you wearing beneath that robe?”

“Nothing,” she admitted.

“That works for me.”

Sarah chuckled. “You’re about as helpful as talking to myself.”

Dylan laughed. “Wear the black dress that’s hanging in the closet.”

She met his gaze in the mirror. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

She took a deep breath and nodded. If only it was that easy.

An hour later, Sarah was wearing the black dress and her favorite black, strappy heels. She wasn’t teetering quite as badly as she had the last time she’d gone to a sex club, which she considered a plus. Then again, she knew she didn’t look quite as cool and collected as the sexy cowboy standing at her side, either.

Dylan was wearing a pair of starched Wranglers, black boots, a black jacket over a crisp, white shirt, and his black Stetson. The man made her mouth water when he dressed like that.