Page 97 of Dirty Like Dylan

And yet I was drawn to it like a dumbass moth to a motherfucking flame. And yes, I knew there was a very real chance I’d get burned here.

As I got out of the shower, I knew what I had to do to handle this.

I just had to set some hard limits.

Beginning with reminding myself that I was not falling in love.

Regularly and repeatedly.

Second, we were gonna have to get Amber’s head around the fact that she was ours now, Dylan’s and mine, and she wasn’t fucking around with anyone else. Dylan had told me how she’d flipped out when he asked her to be exclusive with us. I might’ve had my own issues with monogamy, in the past, but that was definitely a hard limit—a woman fucking around on me. I was a greedy bastard and I didn’t share. Not with anyone, ever. Except Dylan.

Dylan was different.

Dylan was my exception for almost every-fucking-thing.

Every limit I’d ever had, I’d pushed for Dylan Cope. For him, I’d already bent, broken and abused my limits until they were so fucking muddled I’d almost forgotten what they were.

The thing was, when I walked back into the bedroom and saw Amber in my bed, kneeling over Dylan with her camera in her hands… I knew I’d press my limits for her, too. To see that look on her face, right now. And the look on Dylan’s as she took a photo of him, lying back on my bed.

I tossed my towel aside and joined them.

It was just sex, right?

Fucking great sex…

As Amber leaned down over Dylan to kiss him and I ran my hands over her tight curves, I told myself I could be careful with the rest of it. Mind the limits. Push aside any inconvenient stirrings of deeper feelings I might mistakenly develop for her, tuck them back out of the way where they wouldn’t fuck with things.

Same thing I did with my feelings for Dylan.

At least, I tried to.

Everyone was allowed to have secrets, right?

Secret thoughts. Secret desires. Secret feelings.

It didn’t actually change anything between us, because it didn’t fucking matter anyway. Out in the open or hidden away, my feelings for Dylan would never change a thing.

I’d told myself long ago that I’d take whatever I could get with him. That it would have to be enough.

But the fact was… as I watched him pull Amber onto his lap… as she straddled him and took his thick cock up her pussy and started to ride him, her waves of caramel hair dusting her shoulders as she tipped her head back… and she reached her hand out to me… The way I was already feeling about being with both of them… It was already starting to fuck with my head. It was already starting to feel too good.

So I couldn’t really fucking help it, could I?

Maybe this time, I’d just have to get burned.

Maybe for once, it would be worth it.

* * *

“You’re gonna fall for her,” I told him.

Of that, I was totally fucking sure.

Whether I was gonna fall for her or not, I really didn’t know. I didn’t want to fall for her.

But Dylan? He had no fucking choice.

I knew it.