Tiger Lily - May Dawson Page 0,37

out a roar as he shattered inside me.

Then he clutched me tight in the sweetest hug, even though his cock was still buried deep in my throbbing core. I buried my face in his shoulder, enjoying the warmth of his body, the closeness of our damp skin pressed together.

“Oh my god, I’m surprised the water isn’t boiling,” I muttered, and he laughed.

Then a strange voice bellowed, “Who’s out there?”

A flashlight beam ran across the water, heading our way.

“Silver Springs PD! What’re you doing out there?”

The two of us traded horrified looks, then dove into the water.

19

Dylan and I swam halfway through the springs, then climbed up on the bank. He grabbed my hand, and we ran down the road back toward main street Silver Springs. I was glad that was it was late enough that the road seemed abandoned. We’d had to abandon our clothes on the bank, so the two of us were quite the sight.

Although Dylan was a pretty gorgeous sight naked.

Dylan kept glancing over his shoulder, and when he ran, his cock—which was long and thick and overall pretty admirable for a dick—jiggled back and forth in a way that made me giggle.

And my heart also just felt light and giddy, when he was holding my hand.

He glanced at me sideways, and caught me giggling at his cock. He raised an eyebrow. “What exactly—”

I dissolved into laughter before he could even finish, and I had to come to a stop, panting to catch my breath, my hands braced on my knees. “It’s just—we had to sneak away from the cops and run naked through Silver Springs—it’s funny…”

He was still regarding me skeptically, and the look on his face made it impossible for me to catch my breath laughing. I wheezed, “It’s not that your penis looks hilarious when you run, I promise.”

“I hate you,” he said, but he didn’t sound like he meant it at all.

Headlights flared down the road as a car turned the corner. Dylan suddenly grabbed me, throwing me over his shoulder as he headed into the woods to one side of the road. He carried me into the trees, and the two of us hid there as the car’s headlights swept by.

“This is definitely the most romantic date possible,” he said. “Sorry, Lily.”

“It’s a night we’ll never forget,” I said.

Maybe that was the kind of romantic that mattered most.

We came across a house with a clothesline in the backyard. Quickly, the two of us stole some clothes off the line and got dressed. We were in the midst of promising ourselves we’d wash these clothes right away when we got home and return them before the residents woke in the morning when a dog began to bark at us insistently from inside the house.

Dylan barked back, his voice deep and commanding. The dog yipped and fell silent.

When he turned to me, I couldn’t help grinning.

“What?”

“Nothing,” I said.

“Do you want to risk getting caught dressed like this—” he gestured at the Yes, Bob t-shirt and the pants that were ridiculously tight on his tall, chiseled body—“by your grandpa or by my brothers?”

“My grandpa,” I said promptly. “He’s a sound sleeper.”

We had snuck halfway back to my house before he stopped abruptly and groaned. “Lily…why didn’t we just shift?”

I shrugged.

“Did you think about it?” he accused, his eyes widening. “And you just wanted to laugh at my dick?”

“Maaaaybe,” I said, stepping close to him, because I was pretty sure he couldn’t be too mad at me when we were close. “Maybe I just like having you naked around me, Dylan Frost.”

He shook his head as he looked down at me, but he couldn’t hide the fond smile that crossed his lips. “Maybe you don’t have to scheme to keep me naked around you, Lily Maguire.”

The two of us crept into my grandfather’s house; thankfully he’d left the front door unlocked. Hashtag Silver Springs Life, right there. I never would have left a door unlocked.

I felt like a naughty teenager again as we snuck into the laundry room. Then one thing turned into another, and we started to make out like kids.

He put me on the edge of the washing machine as it rumbled, and the two of us kept making out. There was nothing romantic about the laundry room, with its chipped linoleum floor and bright fluorescent lights overhead and my grandfather’s impressive flannel shirt collection in a basket by the door.

And yet, when Dylan kissed me, there was nowhere else I’d rather be.

He braced