Page 81 of Dirty Like Dylan

Put your big girl panties on.

“I had sex with Ashley last night.”

Dylan didn’t break eye contact. I knew this because I very purposefully made sure not to break it either. His smile faded a bit, but only because his eyes were darkening in that way a man’s eyes darkened when you said something really sexy to him. “I know,” he said.

I let out a breath. “It doesn’t bother you?”

“Why would it bother me?”

“I mean… I don’t know. Usually when a guy takes a girl out for dinner, he’s probably hoping she hasn’t had sex with someone else in the last twenty-four hours?”

“I don’t mind if you have sex with Ash.”

Oh.

Shit.

Wait.

“Do you…?”

Just ask.

“Do I…?” he said.

Yup. I’m totally gonna ask.

“Do you have sex with him?”

“No.” A grin twitched at his mouth. “Unless by ‘with’ you mean in the same bed. With a woman in-between us.”

“Oh. Um… no. I meant your cock, or his, in each other’s—”

“No,” he said. He leaned back in his seat and took a swig of his beer, his eyes sparkling with amusement. When he set the beer down, he added, “But I won’t be having sex with you, either. Unless—”

“Oh.” I choked a little on my wine and dabbed at my mouth with a napkin, as ladylike as I could. My eyes were watering. “What?”

“Ash had you first,” he said simply. “That means you’re his. Unless he wants to share.”

I blinked at him.

His?

Share?

I wanted to be offended by that. All of it. The entire idea that I now belonged to Ashley, like I was his territory or something, his property, just because he’d put his dick in me. That it was up to Ashley if I was allowed to have sex with Dylan. Or if Dylan was allowed to have sex with me?

It was pathetic. It was disgusting, chauvinistic, presumptuous bullshit, and I wanted nothing to do with it.

In theory.

But maybe I was pathetic?

Because in actuality, my body was responding to Dylan’s words in ways that were far from disgusted.

Oh, God… Please let him want to share.

“So,” Dylan went on, before I could recover, “supposing he is open to sharing, and you are, too…” He looked me over, slowly, like he wanted this to sink in.