Revenge #5

Chapter 1


My dreams merge with reality.

It’s Monday morning. I’ve been dreaming of Dylan Wolf, and I wake to find him in my bed.

I roll over to sleepily cuddle up to his warm body.

My alarm clock will be ringing soon, which only makes these moments more precious.

His back is to me, and his skin feels cooler at his shoulders. I kiss him between the shoulder blades. He stirs in his sleep. His breathing doesn’t change.

I run my fingers up along his spine, then down again. My fingers detect the scar on his back as a soft speed bump. I trace the line. The jagged line runs horizontally just below his rib cage.

This scar has to be from when he was attacked with a knife. He hasn’t told me that’s how he got this particular scar, but I know he was hurt. All the news stories said he’d been injured. I keep tracing the line, wondering how deep the blade went.

The scar is thicker near his spine. I shudder at how close the line comes to his backbone. It might have been the bone itself that stopped the blade.

I can only imagine what pain he must have experienced. He was stabbed in the back, literally and figuratively. His own wife betrayed him and had her lover try to kill him. Or else she didn’t, and the young man was a crazed stalker.

My hands get clammy thinking about Dylan’s trauma.

It didn’t even happen to me, and this is how I’m reacting. His memories must be so awful.

He stirs again, waking up. I guiltily pull my hand away from the scar and drape my arm over his side. I kiss him again between his shoulder blades. The past is in the past. All I want to do is make Dylan happy right now.

He clears his throat. The vibration of his deep voice fills his chest, within my arms.

I give his back another kiss.

“Is that my groupie?” he asks sleepily.

“Excuse me?” I reach down and pinch his butt cheek. It’s bare. We’re both completely naked.

“Hey, no pinching.” He grabs my hand and pulls it over his hip.

“Don’t call me your groupie.”

“That’s right. You’re my lover. I don’t need a groupie, because my lover handles all my needs.” He guides my hand and wraps it around his hardening length. “All my needs.”

The touch of his hot, hard skin in my hand is surprising. It makes me suck in my breath through clenched teeth. He feels so good.

I kiss him again between the shoulder blades while I gently work him with one hand. After our weekend together in the hotel, I’m starting to know what he likes.

He shifts his body so he’s on his back. I haven’t let go, and continue to stroke him. I’m on my side. I prop my head up with my free hand.

He gazes over at me. My lover has a smile on his lips and adoration in his dark brown eyes. His dark hair falls to the side, touching one eyebrow.

Below the covers, I tighten my grip. He closes his eyes. I speed up, until I see his jaw muscles clench. He tilts his head back, eyes still closed.

His pulse in his neck is visible and captivating. I lean forward, tickling his face with my hair. I kiss his neck. He groans, his voice full of that trademark Dylan Wolf grit.

“Slow down, lover,” he growls.

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll come on your sheets, and I don’t want to come yet. I want to stay. I want to stay here with you.”

“I’ve got to go to work. I can’t stay here all day.”

He reaches down and pulls my hand away. “I want you,” he says.

“Okay.” I’m already naked, so I reach over for the condoms.

“No,” he says softly.

I look down into his eyes. He knows I’m not on birth control yet. We talked about it at the hotel. It wasn’t the most sexy of talks, but I’m glad we had it. He went and got tested after our first time, to protect me.

I want to go bare right now, but I know better. My body wants him, though.

“Dylan, we can’t yet.”

He takes my hand and rubs my palm against his cheek. He’s got stubble, but his cheek isn’t too rough.

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

“I think so.”

He points to a spot on the pillow, beside his face. “I want you to put one knee here.” He points to the other side of his face. “And the other knee right there.”

My heart flutters. I don’t know if I can do that. I’m not even sure if he means what I think.

“Come on,” he says. “What are you waiting for?”

He slides down on the bed and folds the pillow in half behind his head.

I’m nervous about exposing myself, but we did take a break last night to shower before we fell asleep. I think I feel clean enough to do something so dirty.

“Your thighs are so sexy,” he murmurs. “Bring them up here, beautiful.”