Page 89 of Dirty Like Dylan

Apparently, they were finally done talking. As they settled into their seats and drank their beer, I pretended to be absorbed in people-watching. But of course, the only two people I was interested in were right here. With their hands on me.

I was just gonna go ahead and assume, from the way his hand started traveling up my thigh, that Ashley knew exactly what Dylan and I talked about at the restaurant. That after my initial freak out and storm out, we’d discussed the very real possibility of them both putting their dicks in me.

Tonight.

In the end, I’d told Dylan I’d think about it.

But I was more than thinking about it.

I wanted it.

Right fucking now.

Like could we move this along, please? How could I let them know I wanted to find the nearest bed and go nuts, without actually standing up and yanking them both toward the nearest exit?

Sexual telepathy?

I glanced at Ashley, and his blue eyes locked on mine. He didn’t smirk. He didn’t say a thing. He didn’t show any sign of what was going on under the table, other than the way his gaze dropped—and stripped off my pink sweater.

Then I felt Dylan’s hand sliding up my other thigh…

Brain melt.

My pussy clenched in response. My nipples sang. I squeezed my beer bottle so tight in my hands I thought it might break.

There was a moment, as they both reached between my legs, that I knew their hands brushed. That they had to know they were both touching me.

And neither one of them stopped.

Ashley’s fingers delved down, down between my legs, caressing the crotch of my tight jeans.

Dylan’s fingertips brushed over my clit.

Amazing, what you could feel through denim…

I felt their heat. The gentle rhythm of Ashley’s fingers stroking up and down. The slow, lazy circles Dylan started drawing over my clit.

I shifted in my seat, hanging onto my composure by a slippery thread. I wanted to spread my legs, but I couldn’t; I just pressed my thighs against theirs, trapped between them.

I wanted them to tear off my pants and shove their faces where their hands were right now and lick me into next Tuesday.

Holy. Shit.

How was a woman supposed to handle this?

I didn’t think my heart had ever beaten so hard. Was it safe for your heart to beat this hard? So hard, it felt like it was hammering against my rib cage. My whole body was thudding with the force of it.

Ashley was still watching me as he sipped his beer. He set it down, never taking his eyes off of mine.

I looked at Dylan. His eyes were hooded. His face was so close to mine, his gaze focused on me, like I was all he could see in the room.

Then his gaze dropped to my lips. And I really couldn’t take it anymore.

Screw letting them take the lead…

I leaned in and kissed him.

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