Page 94 of Playing the Backbeat

Dominate Dee? Not fucking possible. But here I am fucking grateful for the opportunity to try.

She rocks again, her pace quickening as she drops hard and fast on me with every pump of her hips. She bites my bottom lip, and my balls tighten. I groan at the sudden loss of my impending orgasm when she pulls away completely, ripping herself off my lap. She flips herself around and presses her palms to my chest until I fall back to the mattress. She climbs back in my lap, lacing her fingers with mine and pressing them against the pillow oneither side of my head, and then she rides me. Holy fuck, does she ride me.

Her tits bounce, andshit, she’s squeezing my cock with her tight cunt. I can’t do anything but enjoy the view and try not to come. My dick pulses, her wet heat gripping me so goddamn tight while her nipples drag up and down my chest.

She stops moving. Shetsksin disapproval. “Dylan, baby…”Fuck I like that. “Tit for tat…eyes on me.”

When my eyes snap open, fixing on hers, she lets go. I watch in awe as she leans back, palming her own breasts, teasing her own tits as she crashes into her own release.

I soak up every detail.

Sitting up, I suck her nipple into my mouth, then nibble on the tight bud. She hisses, taking my hair in her hands, but she keeps my head there and demands,again. I drop my forehead to her chest, between her breasts, laughing to myself before I give the same treatment to her other nipple. Then I palm her ass and thrust up into her until she fucking screams my name.

“God, yes, right there. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

“Stop? Since the moment you welcomed me into your apartment, stopping has been fucking impossible. I’ll never.”Thrust.“Fucking.”Thrust. “Stop.” And then I watch as she falls into oblivion, taking me with her.

***

Thirty minutes and a much-needed shower later, Dee and I join the rest of the group for breakfast.

We can’t avoid the hoots and hollers greeting us as we walk in hand in hand. Dee waves off the girls as they scream several versions ofI knew itat the sight of us together. And the guys don’t go easy on me either.

For a split second, I worry that this will shake Dee enough to have her calling off whatever is going on between us. But she drags me closer to her for an obnoxiously sloppy kiss to prove a point—I’m not sure what it was, but you sure as fuck won’t find me complaining—before we sit down and eat.

“I can’t believe it’s back to reality,” Bec whines, leaning into Aiden’s side. He presses a kiss to her temple, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

“Just think, Hopper is going to be so excited to see you and won’t let you do anything the rest of the day.”

“Aw.” She smiles up at him. “Thanks, babe. I’ll be sure to check in on you from the couch while you unpack and Hop and I snuggle.” Damn guy is head over heels because he looks fucking thrilled at the thought of spending the rest of the day doing just that.

“I think this might be the worst case of the Sunday scaries I’ve ever had,” Carissa says, pushing the scrambled eggs around her plate absentmindedly with her fork. “I haven’t been away from the hospital for this long since I started working there.”

“You deserved a break,” Ellie says with conviction. “Just take it one day at a time.”

“Thank you,” she says meekly. “I bet you two are excited to get back to Luca.”

Dominic and Ellie beam at the thought. “I can’t wait to get home. Don’t get me wrong, we needed this break too. But I miss that kid,” Ellie says, and her anticipation is palpable.

“The rest we got on this trip will come in handy for the next moving day, right, Dylan?” Dom asks.

My heart stops and my gut drops to the floor.

I haven’t said shit to Dee about the apartment, and the woman hears fucking everything. I know this is no different when her head snaps my direction. “Moving day?”

There’s shock lacing every word, but mostly I hear the hurt behind the question.Fuck.

“Nothing official.” I downplay the news as much as I can while still being honest.

“Shit,” I hear Dom hiss from the other end of the table. Damn right,shit. It’s my fault for telling him not one but two secrets that have both landed me in hot water this week with Dee.

She crosses her arms over her chest, and it’s like watching her lay the foundation for walls…walls I know she’ll try to build around herself. Leaving me on the outside this time.

“One of the apartments I was waitlisted for has a vacancy. They sent me a message to let me know. Nothing more.”

Desperation must be leaking out of my every pore, or indifference is Dee’s go-to reaction when she’s taken by surprise, because she doesn’t push any further. She simply nods and scoops some fruit onto her plate. I do the same, but the relief I felt moments ago, her hand in mine, our friends knowing about us…being excited for us. Her showing off her affection for me. The heat in that kiss…it all melts away.

I hurt her.