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  Dillon slid his fingers under the straps of my tank and slid them down my arms. His hands moved around my back and undid my bra, freeing my breasts. His lips left mine, and he trailed kisses over my heating skin, pausing to lick the tips of my now-pointed nipples. His touch was amazing, and the more I was with him, the more my body craved him and his touch. Moaning as he left my breasts, his lips feathered over me as they made their way up my neck, stopping to nuzzle and nip at my tingling skin. His lips came to rest over mine, taking them in a kiss that made my decision easy. It was passionate, deep, possessive, caring, and told me that I would be crazy not to give him a real chance. His fingers came up to thread into my hair, and he ran them through to the ends, before trailing down my back, sending sparks of pure chemistry. He rested them on my arse, squeezing the globes together and pushing me tighter against him. I could feel his hard cock rubbing against me, and I knew at this rate we’d never talk.

  Tearing my mouth from his, I panted for breath. Before we went any further I wanted him to know my decision. I wanted him to know that after that kiss, I would follow him anywhere. Dillon brushed feather light kisses down my neck, and sparks flashed over my body. “Dillon. Oh Dillon, we need … to ah … stop. You need to stop, just for a moment. I want to talk. To tell you y-y … yes.”

  “Thank fuck. I knew I would be an idiot if I let you go. Ashlyn, we have something, and the way you make me feel…” He rested his forehead on mine. “I’ve never been in love before. But with you, I think I could.” He took my mouth to his and his fingers undid my shorts button and yanked them down. He didn’t even bother taking off my cotton underwear. He just ripped them clear off.

  Crap, how on Earth did he make that so sexy?

  I stepped away and out of my shorts. Dillon pushed my tank down and off, too. Toeing off my shoes, I stood for a moment naked before him. His eyes darkened, and he licked his lips. Coming to me, he lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He walked us to the room and sat me on the edge of the bed. He took a step back, pulled his shirt up and off, he then yanked his jeans open and slid them down and kicked them off. I smiled when his cock sprang up proudly. He went commando. Spreading my legs, he came and settled between them, and I shivered with need when he kneeled and buried his face into my heat, nuzzling my pussy. Dillon used his mouth to spread my pussy lips and licked me from bottom to top, sucking on my nub. I was in pure heaven. Letting go, he moved down and stuck his tongue into my core as one of his hands came up and his fingers flicked my clit sending shards of heat straight through me.

  As I arched into his face, he lapped at my pussy as his fingers spread my nether lips further apart and added another finger into my core to join his tongue. He pumped them in and out while his tongue lapped and delved in and came out to flick my clit.

  “Mmm, God, that feels amazing,” I panted. I hadn’t had sex with many people, three including Dillon, but he was the best by far.

  Dillon sank another finger into me and finger-fucked me while his tongue licked my pussy. I could feel that my orgasm was close, the pressure in my body wound tight, ready to uncoil. I clenched my thighs, close to exploding. Dillon groaned, and the vibration gave me the edge I needed to reach my peak. “Holy crap! Dillon, Dillon, Dillon,” I chanted as I fell apart, my orgasm washing over me.

  Dillon kissed his way up my body, pausing at my breasts to suck one pebbled nipple into his warm, wet mouth, repeating his taste with the other breast. Slipping my arms around his back I clutched him to me as he fondled and sucked my breasts, building my need again. I was still basking in the blissed out feeling from my orgasm. My skin felt a million times more sensitive than I could ever remember.

  Moving my hands up, I ran my fingers through his hair and yanked on it. I was ready to do some exploring of my own. “My turn. I want to play. My turn now.”

  Dillon gave me a sexy smirk, and his beautiful green eyes lightened. Letting go of his hair I caressed his cheek before tracing his lips. He nipped at the pad of my fingers and chuckled. “I like when you get bossy.” He jumped up and dove onto the bed. I laughed when he crooked his finger. “Come and get me, lov’.”

  Crawling across the bed to him, I watched the passion build in his gaze as I settled over him, straddling his legs. “Ah yeah, I like this position.” I smiled down at him.

  “I’m liking this position, too. Now you have me where you want me, what are you gonna do? ”

  “Oh, I have some pretty good ideas.” I eased back and gazed down the length of his body. It was lanky, with muscles. Exploring his body I touched every crevasse and bump, and I marveled at the texture of his smooth soft skin against the hardness of him.

  My lips followed my fingers, and I tried not to miss any part of him. Settling between his thighs, I circled the proud member before me and ran my hands up and down his thick cock. It wasn’t the longest cock I’d had, but it sure was the thickest and he knew how to use it. I’m not saying he wasn’t a decent length, but his width drove me mad.

  Gazing up at him, I saw lust flare in his eyes and knew he was enjoying me playing with him. Hovering over his length, I closed my eyes and sank my open mouth over him as I gripped the base. With my mouth open wide he filled me. Sucking on him, I circled my tongue around his tip and tried to remember to pump my hand.

  “Fuck, Ashlyn, that’s feels friggin’ amazing,” he groaned.

  Opening my eyes I hummed, letting him know I liked his approval that I was doing well. I sucked him deep until I choked, coming up for air before getting back to it. Dillon’s fingers ran through my hair a couple of times before gripping it tight and moving my head faster. I could feel his legs starting to quiver.

  “Oh shit, lov’, I’m gonna come.” He yanked my hair to pull me off him, but I didn’t budge. “No. I want to come in your pussy as it squeezes and pulses around me.” Dillon let go of my hair, pulled me up and flipped me so he hovered over me. “You’re so beautiful.” His deep, raspy voice heightened my lust. I felt his cock run back and forth over my pussy lips spreading them. The head of his cock slid slowly into me. His gaze captured mine and held it as he sank in deep. “Nothing has ever felt as good as when I’m deep inside you. You feel better every damn time.” His lips crashed down on mine, and he ravished me as he fucked me with deep strong strokes that drove me wild. “When I’m in you like this I never want to leave. When I’m like this I know I want to keep you forever.”

  I nodded because his words were not only having an added effect on my tingling body, but my heart, too. I couldn’t say anything. I was too lost in the building passion. I pushed up meeting his thrusts seeking the pleasure I knew he could give me. Dillon balanced on an elbow and his other hand grabbed my leg and lifted it so he could drive himself even deeper.

  “Fuck, nothing, no one has ever felt this fantastic. Tell me you’re mine. Tell me from this point on I’ll be the only one to ever feel this.” He propelled forward, and I gasped as I swore he went deeper than ever before and it drove me crazy. He paused and waited for me to answer.

  My body vibrated, and I ached for the high that was so close. I needed him to bloody move. Right then I’d have said anything to get him to move again. “Yours. Take me. Move. Please. I’m yours. Take me now. Only you. Please move.”

  A satisfied grunt left his chest. Dillon’s gaze locked with mine as he pulled almost all out, until just the tip of his cock was at my entrance before he thrust forward. Holy moly. He felt freaking amazing. I’d never been so full, and the slight stretching feeling I felt from his thick cock only added to my pleasure.

  Moaning, I clenched around him and hung on for dear life, digging my nails into his back as he pistoned into me. Pushing myself up, I met each thrust eager for more. I wrapped my other leg around him and he let go of my thigh and squeezed my butt cheeks.

  My tightly coiled body was ready to unfurl. I was so close to falling over the edge and reaching the bliss that was almost within my reach. Dillon fucked into me faster, and I relished the strained
look on his face knowing he was as close to coming as I was.

  “I’m going to explode,” I panted.

  “I’m so close. Your pussy is so fucking tight, I’m fighting not to come.” Dillon’s voice came out breathless. He gathered me up, so my breasts rubbed on his chest and he pushed deep and balanced on his knees.

  “Close,” I gasped. “So close.” His cock hit just the right spot every time, the magical place, over and over. I couldn’t hold it back and let go screaming as the pressure and passion built so high, I not only fell over the edge, but shattered into a million pieces. Euphoria seeped into every pore.

  “Oh shit. Fuck.” Dillon roared as he drove into me one last time and stilled.

  Exhausted, I couldn’t move. I was too blissed out. Dillon gently laid me back on the bed and eased out of me and came to lie beside me. Closing my eyes, I basked in this blissful state, smiling when Dillon’s arm came around me and he hugged me to him.

  It may have been my imagination, or my beyond satisfied feeling, but I was sure I heard, “Yep, never letting you go. I’m not an idiot. I know when I have something perfect.”

  ****

  Dillon

  The next day

  I listened in as Zeck spoke to our tour manger, trying to get me out of some interviews so I could spend some time with Ashlyn. “Oh he’s right poorly. We can do the interviews today without him. Let him stay ‘ere and get better.”

  “Does Dillon need a doctor?” Phillip sounded panicked. A giggle slipped from Ashlyn, and I covered her mouth with my hand. I could feel her body shaking with laughter.

  “Nah, if he’s still sick tomorrow you can get one. I think he ate something that wasn’t good. He’s had the runs all night. I’d leave him be. You do not want to smell what I did last night. It was horrid. All green and he just couldn’t move without it coming out.”

  The voices faded, and I knew Zeck was working his magic and moving Phillip along. When we couldn’t hear them anymore, I took my hand off Ashlyn and she burst out laughing.

  “Oh I love how in detail Zeck got. He is so gross.”

  Groaning at the picture he’s painted of me to Phillip I guided Ashlyn towards the exit. “Come on, let’s get out of here before they send a doctor. The way Zeck’s going on they’d probably quarantine me.”

  Ashlyn burst into a fit of giggles. I smacked her butt, and she laughed harder. Rolling my eyes, I looked in the mirror making sure my wig was on right. I then added the glasses to the costume. Sometimes being a celebrity sucked.

  “Let’s go, or we’ll miss the boat and have to wait three hours for the next session.”

  “I’m ready.” Ashlyn put the spare key in her bag and her handbag over her shoulders. She turned and walked to the door. I watched her arse sway as I followed her.

  The elevators were quick. We got on, and I took her hand in mine after she pressed the ground floor button. “So I have everything planned. We get to have the whole day together. Everyone is coming on the haunted tour, though. They all wanted to do it as soon as I told them about it.”

  “That’s okay. I’m just glad we get to go on the Natchez Steamboat. You said you picked a tour on a horse and carriage, too?”

  “Yes. We’re doing that after the boat.” The elevator opened, and we walked out. It was only a short walk to the Mississippi from the hotel.

  It was nice walking along hand in hand. The disguise was working. Gathering her to me I stopped on the sidewalk and moved her against a shop wall. Cupping her face I stroked her cheek before leaning in to kiss her. Tracing the seam of her lips with the tip of my tongue I slipped it in, and her own met mine and they tangled together. She tasted so good, of what I would imagine sunshine to taste with a hint of mint. Reluctantly I pulled away, knowing we didn’t have time for more if we were going to make it to the boat.

  “What was that for?” Her voice was a breathless pant as she stared up at me.

  I shrugged. “Nothing. Just because I can.”

  The smile Ashlyn gave me lit up her whole face. Her brown eyes became big pools of happiness. “You’re kind of sweet, you know that? You’re blowing all my preconceived notions of you out the door.”

  “Oh yeah? What did you think of me before?”

  “Truthfully?” She tapped her finger on her chin, and a cheeky smirk covered her face. “A cocky arsehole. Who only thought of himself and was an attention seeking dick. I thought our sex life would be all about making you happy. I was very pleasantly surprised.”

  Chuckling, I kissed her forehead and threaded my fingers into hers moving her to anchor her to my side. We started walking slowly again. “Well, by all means don’t sugarcoat how you felt or anything.”

  “Well, someone has to deflate that ego of yours, as otherwise doors will have to be widened for your head to fit through.” She laughed, and it was one of my favorite things about her. It was a sweet musical sound like soft bells. I’d have done anything to hear that sound for the rest of my life. My heart pounded faster, and I knew in that moment I was a goner. How had she done this in such a short time?

  “Let’s hurry, before we miss the boat.”

  ****

  Ashlyn

  I loved New Orleans.

  Okay, so it might’ve been those really good Mississippi River alcoholic drinks, or it could’ve been the amazing guy I was with, but whatever it was I had a ball. We sat at the front of the steamboat, ignoring the guy who was speaking about New Orleans history and talked, just the two of us.

  “You have two older brothers?” Dillon held a beer, and we ate between asking questions.

  “Yeah, I told you about them in York.” He nodded, and I continued. “I’m the baby. I love my brothers, but thanks to them I was very sheltered. They don’t know I was going to go off exploring on my own. My parents did. They’re less overprotective then my brothers.” It’s true. My brothers had called me every morning, which was their night. I didn’t even speak to my parents that much. My brothers needed lives, or girlfriends, so they’d stay out of my life.

  “As you know I have a younger brother. No sisters, but I can imagine how I would be if I had one.”

  Groaning, I leaned back in my seat. “I hope you wouldn’t be as bad as my brothers. If it wasn’t for my parents covering for me and helping me to move out I don’t think I would have ever gotten a boyfriend. Well, not that any stick around.” Rolling my eyes, Dillon raised his eyebrow in question. “My older brothers are cops. Yes, both of them. Let’s just say guys don’t like it when your cop brothers have it out for them and be arseholes, booking them for any little violation.”

  “What do you mean?” Dillon’s lips were tight, and his eyebrows furrowed.

  “Mmm, let me think. Jason, my first boyfriend, lasted the longest, but he had a nice debt at the end for things, like going sixty-two in a sixty zone, his brake lights not bright enough, jaywalking, his tires not having enough air, which then made his vehicle a road hazard. Oh and a bunch of other little petty things. The other guy I started dating left after they threatened him.”

  Dillon chuckled. I loved that deep smooth sound. “Well, it’s good that I’m getting to know you and spend time without them close.”

  Finished with my food, I put it to the side and snuggled into his side. “Yeah, it is.” I looked out at the beautiful surroundings of New Orleans and its old world charm. “So have you been to New Orleans before?”

  “Yeah, but we didn’t get to sightsee much. We just did quick stopovers. It’s hard now to go out exploring without being recognized.”

  “Do you like it?”

  “Like what?”

  Easing away to study his face, I asked again. “Do you like being who you are now?”

  He didn’t look at me. He stared out at the river for a moment, his eyes looking like they were far away. “Yes,” he said slowly. “I’m lucky to have a job I love and have come so far with it. Like with any job I suppose there are times were I wish I was wasn’t doing what I was, but that’s only
for things like lack of privacy and always being on guard.” Dillon turned to face me. “You know one of the many things I like about you is, you don’t treat me different. You say a word that I very rarely hear anymore: no. With you I feel like I get to be just Dillon.” He winked. “Enough about me, even though I’m awesome.” I rolled my eyes, and he chuckled. “Tell me, why did you choose to become a speech therapist?”

  “I love children. I love watching their faces when they’re learning. I love how eager they are. I originally was going towards being a preschool kindergarten teacher. In my last year of school I did work placement in kindergarten. There were two children who were hard to understand. It wasn’t that they weren’t smart. It was just that they couldn’t vocalize themselves properly. I spent my free time with them trying to help, and in the two weeks I was there the improvement from my help was huge. It also felt amazing to know what I had done for those two. They still had some work to do until you could fully understand, but I gave their parents numbers for a great speech therapy group. From then on I knew what I wanted to do.” I smiled at him. “I’m really lucky to have been hired straight after I graduated from the same place I did my PRAC through University.”

  Dillon squeezed my hand. “Music teacher.”

  “What?”

  “That’s what I would have done if this all didn’t work. Mr. Patterson was our high school teacher, and he really inspired us, always encouraging us to do our best and follow our dreams. I’d love to help kids the way he helped us. One of my favorite things to do is visit primary schools, or Zeck, Alec, Law and I go to the children’s hospitals. We try to do that as much as we have time to. I donate a quarter of my earnings each year to a different children’s organization. ”

  Oh God. My heart melted, and I fell head over heels for Dillon Blake.

  Chapter Four