The Rivals - Dylan Allen Page 0,321

bolt of white hot, unmitigated pleasure hits me squarely between my thighs and I can’t bite back my groan.

“And… that’s my cue to leave,” Matty slides off her seat and looks back and forth between us before she smiles. “Reggie, The dick I was talking about yesterday? - this is it. Be sure you wear a condom on your heart, cause this one is gonna fuck your feelings.” she pronounces with a grin before she melts into the crowd forming on the nearby dance floor.

“You were talking about my dick yesterday?” he drawls in my ear.

I turn to face him; My chest, thighs, and nipples all tighten at once.

His eyes are full of his wicked intent. But his strong, sharply defined jaw is relaxed. His lips are spread in a delicious smile that makes me want to lean forward and bite them. I scowl at him and turn to face the bar again. “You drove my friend away.”

He lifts one of his large, surprisingly elegant hands and signals for the bartender and then flashes a brilliant grin that makes me ache. “Good. Three’s a crowd when it comes to sex.”

I give him glare. “Stone.”

“Regan.” He says in a mimic of my warning tone.

To my surprise, I giggle.

He grins and presses his advantage. “You promised me seconds.”

I watch him from the corner of my eye, while he orders a neat glass of scotch. He’s in jeans and a white dress shirt that looks custom made to my well-trained eye. He’s wearing a thin gold cuff on his right wrist.

Otherwise, he’s completely unadorned. And he doesn’t need anything more. Stone is man candy. The kind that should come with a warning label that reads, "One bite won’t be enough”

Several women at the bar have given him the once over. One of them is actively trying to catch his attention in the mirror. I give her a venomous smile when our gazes meet, and her eyes widen slightly before she turns to talk to the women on her left.

That was small of me.

Ugh, if I had any sense, I would point him in that woman’s direction and go back to my room and call my kids.

The waitress sets his drink down and refills my shot glass without even asking. I give her a grateful smile and throw the shot back.

“Rough day?” Stone asks conversationally.

I huff out a laugh. “Something like that.”

“I’ve got something for that, Regan. Let me make you feel good.” He’s laying it on thick. There’s no ambiguity in his approach; he’s not being presumptuous or coy.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been pursued by a man and it feels… good. But…

“I shouldn’t do this.”

“Why not? Doesn’t this feel good, like no time has passed at all?”

I scoff, but my drink turns bitter in the back of my throat. I pivot so my whole body is facing him and meet his eyes. The amusement in them annoys me even further.

“Listen, you’re holding on to nostalgia. You had a crush on me then, right? I’m not that girl anymore,” I warn him.

“Well, that’s good. I don’t date girls. I date women. Because I’m a man. Not that I need to remind you, since I spent a good bit of effort making your whole body aware of that fact yesterday.”

I throw the rest of my drink back and let out a tremulous sigh. “Stone, no one on this planet would ever mistake you for anything other than a man. And I’m not worried about your age.”

“Then let’s leave the past in the past. Let’s talk about right now.” A hand comes to rest on my thigh.

“Did you like what we did last night?” he whispers in my ear.

I should push his hand away, but it feels so good.

“Do you want me to do it again?”

I shiver and close my eyes.

His fingers slip under the lace of my panties. I gasp, casting an anxious glance around the bar.

“No one is watching, Goddess,” his voice is a silk lure and my thighs part.

I finally look at him and the hunger in his gaze quickens my pulse.

“All you have to do is tell me to stop, and I will,” he says.

I couldn’t tell him to stop if someone was holding a gun to my head.

I never want him to stop.

His fingers skim up, and up, and up. I can’t tell where the heat is coming from - him or me, but from the very center of my body to the tips of my extremities, I’m