Waiting for You (20 page)

Dylan was all for
it and watched carefully as I did a pole dance with street lamp.

I was so nervous
that my palms were sweating and I kept slipping from the metal and my laughing
and shaking did nothing either.

Dylan said nothing,
slouched to one side as he sat backwards in a chair, beer hanging in front of
him, watching, contemplating, hooded lust filled eyes that spoke for him.

Keeping my eyes on
him was my only option.

When the song
ended, Dylan’s head tipped to the side, bloodshot eyes met mine. He held his
hand up and motioned for me to come over to him sitting in a chair in the
shadow with one finger.

“That was sexy,” he
whispered when I was close enough.
“Though I kind of hoped
when I wrote it down that you would have been naked while doing it.
What
happened to the stripping part?”

“I could be,” I
teased taking a drink of water, yes water, for once tonight. Then I reached for
the hem of my black t-shirt.

Warm hands caught
mine and then I was being pulled closer. “No, that’s for me
only
.”
Moving his hands lower, he twisted me around by my hips.

I took advantage of
the obscurity and the fact that everyone else was busy at the bar or on stage
with Eddy and his band.

I straddled Dylan,
my ass securely in his lap over his erection and his hands gripped my hips when
I moved against him. “Jesus brown eyes stop.
Please stop
. I’m so fucking
worked up right now watching that,” he moaned trying to hold me in place, his
arms and chest shaking. “You’re
gonna
make me come.”

You couldn’t wipe
the smile from my face as I turned around to face him, still straddling him
only the other direction this time. “Then take me back to the hotel so I can.”

When he didn’t say
anything, I begged for more.

“Touch me,” I
pleaded shifting my weight forward into him. His breath on my skin remained
steady unlike mine.

“I can’t. I told
you, I’m hanging on by a fucking thread right now…but…I
gotta
say brown eyes,” he smirked into my neck but kept his voice low. “This side of
you is fucking sexy.”

“What side?” I
giggled.
“The side that’s drinking and pole dancing?”

“No.” His lips
found my heated skin marking me with his kiss. “The side that knows what she
wants and what makes her
feel
alive.
That’s
sexy.”

“So you like this
side?” I was trying to push him over the edge, trying for more, begging for his
touch, his words, his love.

“It’s you,” he
whispered pushing his hips into mine once more. “What wouldn’t I like about
it?”

Lanny
and Reece came
over, holding hands, and eyed our seating arrangement. “You guys heading out
tomorrow?”

Dylan nodded
rubbing my back lightly to keep me seated in his lap. “Yeah, we’re
gonna
meet up with my uncle Kyle in Dodge City Saturday
night.”

“You never told me
that.” I said lifting my head to look at Dylan.

“He sent me a text
tonight.” His head dipped once to the pole I just got to know. “I was going to
tell you but we got sidetracked.”

Shrugging, I looked
back at
Lanny
and Reece as they moved closer.
Lanny
reached out, her hand on my shoulder. “Well.”
Untangling myself from Dylan as she spoke, I stood beside her when she pulled
me into a hug. “It was nice meeting you Bailey.”

We said goodbyes so
everyone, Dylan and Eddy spoke for a few moments but Dylan was, in fact, worked
up and it was evident he wanted to get back to the hotel room.

His hands were all
over me on the way back, on my legs, between them, constantly touching, his
breathing heavy, thick with desire. I was the same. During the two-mile drive
back to the hotel, my lips never left his skin as he whispered all the things
he wanted to do to me.

It was exactly what
I wanted. Of all my more intimate times with Eric, it was never like this.
Right now, I felt as if Dylan wanted me, truly wanted
me
.

Dylan carried me
from the car to the door of the hotel; thankfully, his hands never left my
skin, lips attached to mine. To open the door, he had to look in order to get
the card key in the door but other than that, we were back at it once the door
was closed. Without his touch, my skin burned. Without his kiss, I was panting
but with it, I was gasping.

Dylan seemed to be
on the same page. When I landed on the bed, his hardness confirmed it.

 “I couldn’t
slow down if I wanted to, brown eyes,” he moaned pressing me into the mattress
answering my unspoken question. “I need to feel you against my skin, hear you
in the worst way.”

I was sure we were
finally going to have sex and would have bet money on it.

Sitting up on his
knees, he ripped his shirt over his head. His stare was between my legs
watching my fingers work on the button of my shorts. My shirt was already off,
lying next to me, when Dylan pressed forward, once gaining some friction. His
eyes closed at the sensation, as did mine.

Then his shorts
were off leaving us both in our underwear and looking like this would be the
night, the moment by innocence was taken. Reaching inside his underwear, my
hand found him.

“Fuck,” he mumbled,
his head fell forward, the muscles in his shoulders flexing as he hovered over
me. “I really want you brown eyes.”

“Then take me.” I
whispered, my voice trembling, he knew I was nervous. How could I not be?

He sighed and
looked over my face, shaking his head. “We can’t…”

“Why?” You couldn’t
miss the annoyance in my tone that he was turning me down, again.

“We’re drunk...” he
said this as if I should have known. Then his head dipped forward. “…but we can
do other things.” Steading himself, his hands on either side of my face, he
gave me his full weight.

“Why won’t you
Dylan? Don’t you want me, that way?”

He said nothing.
And that frustrated me. Not only was he denying me what I so desperately wanted,
he wouldn’t tell me why other than we couldn’t.

“Jesus, enough
already, what’s your deal? Why won’t you?” I threw my hands up beside me, they
landed back on the bed with a thud, waiting for an answer but got nothing but a
blank stare. “I’m practically begging you. And you’ve had sex before, what’s
the big deal?”

“I’m not that guy,”
he sighed, frustrated and confused just like me, his eyes searching mine. “You
think you know but you don’t.”

I learned just how
true that statement was. Through smoke filled ice blue, I learned what he
meant. I learned what he was singing about.

Do you see it?

Do you hear it?

Can you feel it?

“I won’t do it
while we’re drunk and I’ve never been with a virgin before,” he sighed shifting
his weight to lean to one side, most of his weight supported by his elbows. His
fingertips made a slow path from my lips, to my collarbone and down the valley
between my breasts. “What’s the rush? It’s only been a week.”

“I know…” I said
feeling silly for rushing into this.

I felt his grin against
my neck.
“Right here?”
He asked low-pitched and short
of breath, rubbing his length harder against my tingle-aching need. “Just like
this? You like that, right?”

I nodded quickly,
holding on while he made the room spin. He rocked harder and I could feel him
so well and kept thinking to myself so this is dry humping. I remembered the
girls in school talking about dry humping and how enjoyable it was. I could
definitely see why.

“I’ve wanted you
all day,” he whispered, lips brushing my lips as he moved. “I woke up thinking
about you all day and night while I was on stage and then that fucking pole...”
his voice trailed off at the end and drifted into a growl. It reminded me of
that moan he did on stage tonight, the one that sent shivers from my head to my
toes.

My eyelids clenched
shut tighter and I felt my stomach tingle as Dylan whispered lower and forced
more pressure right where I needed him most.

“I thought about
you on your knees, brown eyes,” he told me almost softly. “I thought about you
holding onto that pole while I made you scream.”

I clutched onto his
shoulders desperately as the wetness between my legs began to seep through my
underwear, coating him as he glided back and forth. He felt it and growled
against my lips. I come in shiver-shaking waves as Dylan helped me ride it out.

But he didn’t stop
moving against me, no, he was breathing heavier than before chasing that same
earth shattering feeling I was reveling in.

“You know how
fucking insane you make me?” he growled.

I smiled knowing,
feeling, sliding my hands up his neck, into his hair. “Maybe,” I breathed out,
shy and hopeful that it was the truth. “Maybe...”

“Maybe?”
He echoed pulling
back, watching my eyes, his left brow raised curiously.

I dragged my right
hand from the back of his head down his chest, reaching between us. “Show me,”
I whispered.

Dylan chuckled,
shaking his head and catching my hand and putting it over my head to rest
against the pillows. His hand gripped my wrist firmly while the other one
stayed on my ass.

“Show me,” I said,
more than a whisper this time, pulling against his grip to reach for him again.

He laughed but it
was darker, menacing undertones and more threatening than warning. “Don’t push
me, brown eyes.”

But I did because
it was the only way I know right now. With him, like this, beneath him, I
pushed.

I pushed, and he
pinned, easily keeping my hands from him and overpowering.

My heart roared in
my chest and I could feel my face contorted in anger. Why did he have to hold
back with me when he’s done this before? Why me?

“If I was like the
other girls, you would,” I taunted. “You wouldn’t even fucking hesitate to
fuck―”

“Watch your mouth,
Bailey,” Dylan replied, steady and too calm. So dangerously comfortable in this
position that it made me nervous. There was a lot of things that made me
nervous about Dylan, this being the one at the top of the list.
His confidence.

But it wasn’t
enough to discourage or dissuade my resentment for this situation. I wanted him
and I was throwing myself at him every night only to have him stop me.

“Show me!” I demand
again, my voice straining. “Show me you want me like I want you―”

I was cut off by
Dylan letting my hands go, his body pressed possessively against me. “Stop it.
You don’t have any idea.”

“
You
don’t
have any idea,” I shouted back, pushing at both of his hands, trying to twist
free from his arms.

He jerked my body
more firmly to his and held me tighter.

I tried to fight
it, but I couldn’t. My fight wasn’t wholehearted, because part of me wanted
this.
So much of me craving this kind of invincibility.
Dylan moved his hips again; I felt his want between my legs, hard, possessive,
controlling
.

“Have you thought
about it?” he asked his voice is hot under my left ear, his pitch restrained.
“Have you imagined what it’s going to be like, brown eyes?” His hips moved
faster, harder, his grunts and groans showed me what I
wasn’t
seeing.
“How it’s going to feel?”

Do you see it?

Do you hear it?

Can you feel it?

I couldn’t answer
because yes, I have thought of it, long before we left and now, I couldn’t
stop. There was a conviction in his voice I have never felt before, never saw,
heard, or felt.

And then it made
sense, that song was about this, us, me, him.

“Have you thought
about what it’s going to be like when I’m right here?” He asked, drawing a slow
circle with his hips. He moved at his own pace, holding me tight, dropping his
voice as his body rocked against me. “Do you know how it’s going to feel when
you wrap your arms around me the first time I’m inside you, brown eyes?”

“Dylan.”

I couldn’t take it.
I was ready and willingly to do whatever he asked as long as this feeling and
his touch never left.

But Dylan wasn’t
letting up that easy and pushed against me harder, deeper, practically inside
me but he wasn’t, only fabric separating us.

His voice, like on
stage, came from deep within. “Have you thought about how good it’s going to be
when I’m so fucking deep in you and there’s nothing separating us?”

“Jesus…” I gasped
trying to catch my breath, my legs and entire body began to shutter, tremble
and literally seize at his words and movements. I felt like I did when we were
running, like any minute I was going to pass out.

“Have you thought
about how amazing it’s going to feel the first time you come on my dick?”