Dylan, page 3
“Sorry, not interested,” they both say in unison, and I have to bite back a laugh. If there’s one person I truly don’t like, it’s her. She’s the one who told everyone about me getting fired for fucking.
“Sam, can you handle these ladies when you’re done? Blade and I have some things to discuss.”
“Boss, I don’t need anything, but I wanted to show my pretty girl, here, around.” I don’t miss the tension, and that’s when I notice something in the older man’s expression. The look of pure jealous possessiveness. I’ve seen that same damn expression before. In fact, I saw it earlier today when I left the condo. That’s who this bartender reminds me of—Dylan. They could be father and son.
“Hello, I’m Emiliano’s mother.” I listen to their conversation, even though I try not to, but I want to know more about Dylan’s older doppelgänger. I wonder if it’s just one of those rare coincidences, or if his dad really works down here.
“No, you can’t be his mother. You’re too fucking young.” Wow, he’s flirting hard, but I can’t blame him because she doesn’t look old. I wonder how old the son is.
“Thank you. It’s the lighting here. It’s lying to you, because I’m an old lady,” the woman says.
“Seriously. Our drinks. We need to go to another town. I heard there were hot biker guys here, but damn, they are into old hags.” His head whips toward Sandra, and he hits her with the dirtiest scowl that would scare anyone. She flinches and stumbles backward off the stool, nearly hitting her ass on the floor. Holy hell, it’s like looking at an older Dylan.
Maybe I just have Dylan on my brain.
“Get out—now,” he barks out, anger radiating from him.
“Shit, Sandy,” my cousin Lillian hisses at her bestie.
“Now,” he roars. He gives a look toward the man at the door, and I get out of my seat, grabbing my purse and light wrap. He tells the bouncer guy, “Make sure they are safely escorted out.”
He turns to me with soft, kind eyes and says, “I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t be sorry. She can be a real piece of work when she’s drunk,” I say.
“Please be careful.” He seems to be only addressing me again. I like him. He’s kind and respectful to the right women.
Sandy gives him and the woman he’s flirting with a glare before she moves toward the door. I roll my eyes at her behind her back.
I give a low, apologetic wave as I walk the drunk girls out of the bar. “We will, as soon as we get her back to Dallas.”
“Good.” He nods and goes back to his business while I lead all the wasted girls into Dylan’s Mercedes.
“Put on some good music. I want to jam out, and then we need a better place. I can’t believe we drove all the way out here for nothing.”
“I heard there were hot bikers here, and there were, but someone had to freaking ruin it with her big mouth,” my cousin’s other friend Erica said.
I check my rearview mirror, and I catch a sedan I thought was following us earlier to another bar in Dallas. Did Lillian’s fiancé send someone to watch us? He can be a bit jealous, but he trusts her. Maybe he’s worried about her safety, or maybe I’m just crazy.
Chapter Five
Dylan
“I kept my distance, sir, and she didn’t see me,” Timothy says.
“Good. Where is she now?” It’s nearly three in the morning, and we have a function to attend tomorrow night. She’s my plus one—as my assistant, of course, but it will be the first time I’ve brought a woman with me.
“Dropping off the bride and the one you fired.”
“She was with them?”
“Yes.”
“Yuck. Remind me to sell that vehicle in the morning.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Or burn it.” I hate that woman. Something about her disgusts me, and it isn’t just that she sleeps around because people have sex every single day. I’m still pissed about my copy room being defiled. Hell, I would love to have taken Harley inside there if I’d caught her there alone and I wasn’t fucked up in the head.
“A bit extreme. Selling it would be the best thing to do.”
“Very well. First thing Monday morning, I want it listed.”
“Yes, sir. Oh, she’s on the move again.”
“Good. She should be coming home now.”
“I don’t mean to pry, but…”
“Then don’t pry. If you know what’s good for you, just drop it.”
“Yes, sir.”
It’s nearly four when she comes through the door, creeping in, but I’m standing there with a glass of whiskey on ice.
“Did you have a good time, Harley?”
“What are you still doing up?”
“I asked you a question.”
“Yes, I did, Daddy. Am I grounded?”
“Were you drinking?”
“No, of course not, but you’re waiting up for me and interrogating me.”
“As it happens, I don’t sleep well.”
“Oh, well. I’m home safe, and I only had Cokes while we were out. I was the best designated driver. I didn’t even kick any of my passengers out when I wanted to toss them out.”
“Good girl. Now off to bed.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She pops her ass.
“I’m not your daddy. I’m your boss, and we have a big gala to go to tomorrow. I need you to look like you slept and not look hungover.”
“I told you I didn’t drink.” She nudges my chest. “Maybe you shouldn’t be drinking, Mr. Hunter. You’re apparently too wasted to understand I already said that before.”
“I’m not drunk, Harley. I’m annoyed.”
“Whatever. I’m going to bed.” She leans on the wall, takes off her heels, and starts peeling off her dress before she gets to her bedroom. I can’t take my eyes off the sight. The door closes before her back is fully revealed, but it doesn’t matter because I’ve seen enough to destroy my control. This can’t go on much longer.
I have to send her away before I hurt her. Even if I don’t have that in me, what if I created a child who has his grandfather’s genes? I’ve considered the possibility multiple times and thought about just getting myself fixed, but that wouldn’t stop my fascination with Harley. No, my cravings have only gotten worse, the thoughts darker. I don’t want her to leave ever again, and the ache in my chest grows with every thought of her walking away.
****
“I’m ready, Dylan.” She steps out of the bedroom, and I’m fucking floored. Internally, I’m wrestling with the man and the animal inside me.
“God, you are so damn—perfect.” I stare at her, and there’s something she’s missing. Something I picked up especially for her. “Almost perfect.” I pull out a long jewelry box.
“Oh.” She takes it and opens it to a beautiful diamond pendant that she doesn’t know has a tracker inside it.
“Here, let me help you.” I take it and step behind her. Fuck, her hair is up, and I get to see her slender neck all night long. My dick is going to be throbbing painfully the entire time. I take the clasps and slide them along her collarbone until I grace the back of her neck, clipping it. Lingering for a moment, I breathe in her vanilla scent.
“How does it look?”
“Gorgeous.”
“Thank you.”
“Ready?”
“Yes.” I lead her to the elevator, and we head down to the limo where my driver is waiting for us. I help her slide in so that her dress doesn’t catch and then I slip in beside her.
“I’m nervous.”
“Don’t be. I hate these things. People are only there to try and con money out of me.”
“So then why do you go if you hate them?”
“It’s good press.”
“Oh. Is there anything you need me to do?” she says so sweetly that I want to bring her onto my lap and tell her to ride my cock all the way there so her pussy is dripping my cum and her body is covered in my scent, but I hold back.
“Act professional, and keep the flirting to a minimum.” Or none at all. The thought of her flirting with other men makes me want to snap necks. Several of my men will be on duty tonight to stop me from doing just that, and they know it. It’s the most security I’ve ever taken to an event, but it’s also to keep her protected from the predators. There are so many rich fucks eager to get their hands on a beauty like my woman—no, she’s just my assistant. Damn it, I have to stop thinking of her like that.
Chapter Six
Harley
I fight back tears in the limo, doing my best to look at my phone or out the window so I don’t give away the fact that he just hurt my feelings. Not that he’d notice since he just zoned out on me.
Did I read him wrong in the condo? Was he not marking me as his with the necklace? I guess it’s just business, and he wants me to look like someone he’d bring here. The way he touched me, I could swear he was being so damn possessive, and the comments. It was like the guy in the bar. Seriously, my heart hurts terribly. Try not to flirt with anyone, and act professionally. I’ll remember that. I’m just his assistant, and that’s what I’ll be.
“Sir, we have arrived,” his driver, John, says. I check my phone only to see my reflection, so he doesn’t notice. My makeup is flawless and so is my hair.
“Relax. We can just rush past the cameras and the press.” He steps out and extends his hand. I take it long enough to get out and free myself as soon as I’m on two feet. I swear I heard a growl come from him, but it might be the limo.
“Mr. Hunter. Dylan, can we get a comment from you?” several press members shout from behind the ropes. His men along with event security keep them at bay, but the questions still fly.
His answer is simple. “No.”
“Who is this beauty with you tonight?” Although I don’t have to wonder what he’ll say. He made his point clear before we arrived. Still, I don’t have to wait long for his response.
“My assistant.” I nod, validating his response, and take the steps with him, avoiding his touch as he lightly presses his hand to the small of my back.
We enter the event, and he’s greeted by many people who are insanely eager for his attention. I’m quickly left to my own devices, and I shuffle away from the crowds. I notice how fast they all clamor to him, wanting his undivided attention. There is one actress who can’t take her eyes off him, and I want to hit her in the mouth, but again, it’s not my business.
I’m his assistant only.
Holding on to my pride and dignity, I take a seat at our table when another gentleman comes up to me and sits down. “Hello, beautiful. Dylan selfishly didn’t give me your name. All he said was you were his assistant.” Of course he did. I find his actions rude, because at least he can introduce me. I have a name.
“My name is Harley Dean,” I say with a professional smile. He takes my hand and brings it to his mouth. He’s about to kiss it when Dylan snatches it out of his grasp.
“Harley, a word.” He lifts me out of my chair before I can even reply.
“Yes, Mr. Hunter.” A deep growl rips from his chest.
We make it to a room off the party room. It looks like a private changing room. “What have I told you about calling me Dylan?”
“You also told me to act professional.”
“I meant with them, and I also said not to flirt with them.”
“He was flirting with me. I just gave him my name. You want to act like I’m a servant in the back, then you shouldn’t have brought me with you. Damn it.”
“You’re not a fucking servant. You’re fucking too hot, too sexy, too good for a man like me,” he growls before his mouth lands on mine, kissing me hard and furiously. His hands are quick and rough as they fist my hair, tugging my head back as his lips drag down my throat to the necklace where he places a kiss. He slides lower, pushing the top of my gown off until my breasts are exposed. “God, I’ve wanted these since you popped out of your room with no bra.”
His mouth latches on to one nipple with a mix of biting and sucking, and I can’t control the moaning, breathy sigh coming from my throat. “Oh, Dylan.”
He pops off and stares at me in the face. “Good girl, but I’m not fucking you right here. We have a room for the night, and I’m taking you upstairs.”
“Please,” I whimper. He adjusts my dress and opens the door where one of his guards is standing outside.
We make it to a bank of elevators where another one of his guards is waiting right on cue to take us up. “What the hell?”
“They were waiting for me to lose control all night.”
“Oh.” He carries me into the room and sets me on my feet. His strong hands grasp the back of my dress and with a simple tug, he tears the fabric, sending it to the floor.
“You tore my dress. What am I going to wear out of here?”
“We’ll figure that out later. Right now, I want you and I can’t wait.” Dylan cups my face, framing it as he kisses me deeply. A guttural sound comes from his throat, and he lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. The tension radiating off him only amplifies my need for him, but there is a secret I’m keeping.
Knowing how many times he’s walked away from me, I don’t want to make him run again. I should tell him that I’ve never done this before, but the risk is too great. My desire for him matches it, so I leave it be. One night is all I need with Dylan. That’s what I tell myself as he carries me to bed. My bare back hits the soft, silky sheets and then I feel his body cover mine.
“Dylan,” I utter his name like a whisper. His gorgeous eyes darken as if hearing his name off my lips turns him on.
He stands up and strips himself bare, revealing muscles, pure masculine energy, and a huge cock that bobs dead center. I can’t take my eyes off the way it stands so proudly.
“Harley, are you ready?” I nod, and he enters me without hesitation. The single thrust penetrates the last of my innocence, which I happily give to this man who has stolen my heart and soul. I don’t know how this grumpy, miserable man has, but he did. I bite back the pain, eat it, and swallow it down before opening my eyes to see him staring down at me with a dark smile on his face.
“Just for me.”
“Yes, just for you.”
“You feel too damn good, Harley. I’m going to come so fast in your tight little pussy.” His voice deepens more than I’ve ever heard before. Sweat beads his forehead, and I’m stunned by the way our bodies are so heated.
“Take me, Dylan.” He pushes in and out, flattening his palms on the mattress, bracketing my head.
“You’re getting all of me.” His mouth slams down on mine, lips moving roughly, sliding his tongue inside and swiping it around as if he’s marking his territory. I want to be his, owned by him, belong to him.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he grunts, pumping harder and faster. His hands roam all over my body, cupping my ass, squeezing my thighs. My pulse rockets with desire, sending me over the edge, and then he bites down on my shoulder.
“I’m coming,” I cry out and feel him empty inside of me. He presses his forehead on my chest while my heart beats violently.
“So fucking sexy.”
He eventually pulls back and slides out of me, causing me to grunt from the pain. My virgin body is unused to the experience. “I bit you.”
“That’s because you’re an animal.”
His expression changes. “You should probably shower. It will make you feel better.” He jumps off the bed and then slides on his boxers. The sudden change in him shouldn’t surprise me. Dylan is a bit different, and I still can’t figure out his moods and what drives them. Is he bothered by the fact that he bit me? I’ll talk to him after my shower. I head inside and enjoy the luxurious jets run over my sore body and forget all my worries for now.
As I exit the bathroom in the luxurious robe, Dylan runs his hand through his hair. “Ms. Dean, unfortunately things aren’t working out and your services are no longer needed. You can stay here for the evening. Your things will be delivered here by morning. Your payment has been deposited into your account.” He gives me a strained look, confused, pained, and then he hardens it.
My mouth falls open, but before I can respond he exits the hotel room, leaving me all alone. I fall to my knees, tears ripping from my chest. How could he? How could I let him?
I cried for a long time. It seems like hours until there is a knock at my door. “Go away.”
“Ms. Dean. I came to drop off your belongings.” The voice is familiar, and I’m sure it’s one of his team. I wipe my face and then go to the door and open it. “I’ll just bring these inside.”
“Thank you.”
“Please don’t cry. He’s not worth it. He has no respect for women. He uses them and spits them out. You are just one in a million that he takes from one of his many places.”
“Thanks, but that doesn’t help. Being used doesn’t feel good either way. So, um, I’d like to be alone.”
“Yes, Ms. Dean.” He nods and leaves. I lock the door with the deadbolt slide and rest on the settee by the window, unable to lay on the bed we had just shared. I stare out the window, unseeing, thinking about what happened and trying to understand what happened. How did we go from so insanely passionate to pure nothingness, pure indifference?
Chapter Seven
Dylan
It’s been a day, and I haven’t been to work. Instead, I stared at that bedroom door for hours, unable to see anything but my own regret. In fact, I don’t believe I’ve done much of anything. Tim gave me a strange look this morning. “Sir, you shouldn’t let a woman get to you.”
“If you want to keep your job, you’ll watch your mouth. Harley isn’t just some woman.” He grumbles under his breath and walks away. He wouldn’t understand because he doesn’t even like his wife.
What the fuck did I do? I sent her running from my life for no fucking reason. I love her, and I’d never harm her. “Except I already did.” I took her virginity and then paid her to leave me. What kind of bastard am I? My heart feels like it could break into a million pieces, and I have no one to blame but myself.
