Chapter Nine

Dylan

The water flows from my head down into my ears, filling them to the brim, drowning out the sounds of the room. I close my eyes tighter, afraid the shampoo I’m rinsing out will get in them. The warmth of the water is too generous to my aching muscles and the steam opens up my senses just long enough to catch his scent. Even under the spray of the shower head I can smell him before I feel him. His hands clasp down over mine, mimicking my movements until I allow him to take over rinsing my hair. I know exactly what he’s trying to do.

“It’s not going to work,” I continuously chant in my head but as the shampoo is washed away so is my resolve. The anger I felt towards him before is gone, replaced with lust and now I’m yearning for him.

I sigh and melt into his hands and I can almost hear him smile. He knows he’s won.

His hands cascade down my body, racing the water droplets to see who can reach their destination first. He wins of course, and his hands grip my wide hips, pulling me to him, body to body. I can feel his erection pressing against my ass and I pool down below. I slide my hand behind me and grip ahold of his manhood. I can’t wrap my entire hand around him but Lord do I try. He feels so firm in my hand, so ready, and I can feel his pulse under one of the veins. Instinctively I lick my lips and moan causing him to groan and push himself further into my hand.

I stroke him softly, not wanting to give him too much at once; he has to pay for angering me earlier. Teasingly, I let my fingers graze him ever so lightly. Over and over I glide over his member, not enough to get him off but just enough to keep him aching. I hear him growl in frustration before he spins me around and crashes his lips into mine roughly. His fingers find their way into my hair and he grips a handful then pulls my head back, showing me who’s in charge. A moan escapes my lips and I feel his smirk against the skin of my neck but I’m too lost in the sensations to care.

His fingers quickly find my pleasure spot and rub tiny circles over the nub. My insides clench as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge until his fingers slide from my clĩt to my nipple, giving it a pinch. I push my hips toward him, trying to prolong the contact, only to get denied.

“Payback is a bitch Angel,” he sings into my ear before repeating the tantalizing torture.

At the end of it all I’m so wet and wanton that I don’t give a damn about my initial plan for revenge, all I want is release.

“Please Dean, I can’t wait any longer,” I moan.

He looks beautiful, the water from the shower head falling down on him like rain. His light brown hair is a shade darker and sticking to his forehead in the sexiest way. His eyes are a smoldering dark green, filled with lust and slight amusement. He holds my hands together above my head and I wish he’d let me go so that I could at least touch myself.

My body is a ball of kinetic energy. My insides feel like they’re rattling against the confines of my skin. Even with my hands trapped above me, I couldn’t stop moving if I wanted to. I squeeze my thighs together trying to create enough friction to get myself off.  It feels like I’m on ecstasy. Every nerve in my body is sensitive and on high alert thanks to him bringing me so close just to pull me back again.

“That depends on you. What have we learned?” he asks, his eyes gleaming with humor but I know he expects an answer.

I internally groan, afraid that if I do it audibly he’ll continue to deprive me. “I won’t tease you anymore I promise,” I breathe. If he weren’t holding my wrists I’d give him a scout’s honor.

He takes his free hand and slides it down slowly from the side of my face to my collar bone. He weaves a circle around my nipple and continues straight down my stomach to my clĩt, giving it a light pinch.

I swear under my breath and a shiver goes up my spine when he suddenly pushes two fingers into my wetness.

“You will never deny me this do you understand? This belongs to me,” his words are clear of malice and filled with promise.

The fullness of his digits makes me even wetter for him and I quiver around his fingers, nodding ferociously to answer his question.

“Good girl,” he groans into my ear, “My good wet girl. I love that you get so fucking wet for me Rose.”

He quickens the pace of his fingers and finally lets my wrists go to use his other hand to squeeze my nipple. My mind is swimming. His filthy mouth always gets me going.

“Your tight little cûnt gets so wet for me doesn’t it?”

It does. I love the tone of his voice when he talks like this to me.

“Oh God,” I moan, gripping his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin.

His thumb starts to circle my nub and I come undone. It feels heavenly, that’s the only way to describe it. Like a feather floating in the wind only to land peacefully on a bed of feathers. I feel feminine and beautiful and satisfied as I come down from my high, my eyes closed tight. I inch them open only to be met with Dean’s lust filled green orbs.

He kisses me softly at first, allowing me to regain my bearings. Once I respond to him he deepens the kiss, dipping his tongue into my mouth hungrily. His hands roam all over my body, stopping to rest on my ass. He gives it a rough squeeze before lifting me into the air and wrapping my legs around his waist. Kissing down my jaw to my neck he stops to nibble on the skin.

“God, I can’t wait to be buried deep inside of you,” he whispers just above my skin.

The words send tingles up my spine and goose bumps rise on my skin. He kisses back up my neck to my lips and kisses me deeply, sucking on my tongue before nipping it lightly. I stare into his eyes and he adjusts himself to enter me. I can feel the heat between our lower regions, waiting to be connected and just before he slips through the sound of an alarm blares through my subconscious.

“Geeze lo-fucking-uise,” I groan, slapping my phone until my alarm goes off. A dream? It was all a damned dream? I groan again and throw a tantrum in my bed, kicking my legs and flailing my arms about wildly until I realize how silly I must look. Sighing, I get up to go take a cold shower and get ready for work.

The past couple of weeks have been great. I’ve gone on a few dates with Dean and I’ve learned a lot about him. He’s a very noble man even though he likes to play the role of the bad boy, he has a good heart. We’ve talked pretty much nonstop since our first date and he’s stayed the night a few times since then but we still haven’t kissed or defined our relationship. Dre says it’s not a big deal and that we’re adults so no one asks to be boyfriend and girlfriend anymore but what am I supposed to think? I’ve never been with anyone that I’ve felt this connected to, this in tune with. It seems like we’re in sync on every accord aside from this.

“Hey pretty lady,” Reed says as he walks into the break room.

Our relationship has been flourishing as well. After my date with Dean I was dreading having to face Reed at work and tell him I couldn’t see him anymore. He surprised me by taking me out to lunch and letting me down easy. He came to the same conclusion that I did, we work together so we could never work. Since that lunch we’ve become even better friends than before. He still compliments me but I think that’s just his personality.

“So what’s on the agenda for tonight? Any plans?”

I roll my eyes and laugh. He’s been trying to get me to go bowling with him for the past week and a half, each time I turn him down. It’s not that I don’t want to hang out with him, I do, it’s just that not only do I hate the idea of wearing pre-worn shoes, I’m an absolutely shit bowler.

“No can do Summers! I have a date with some Pretty Little Liars,” I explain, as if I’m not talking about a television show.

He rolls his eyes, one of his favorite things to do at me I’ve learned, “You and that damned show.”

I’d introduced him to a few episodes when I hung out at his house last. Unlike Dean he didn’t have to pretend to dislike the show, he actually hated it.

“It’s the special Halloween episode Reed. Don’t judge me.” I get up to throw away my trash and hear him laugh from behind me.

“Whatever Trevino. I will get your cute ass into a pair of bowling shoes and on a lane eventually.”

I mull my eyes into the air dramatically and mimic him before me both burst into laughter, talking until lunch is over.

*

I finish putting the popcorn into bowls and grab glasses for wine. Three bowls of corn, three bags of chips, and three wine glasses. When I told Reed earlier I had a date with some pretty little liars I didn’t just mean the show. Andrea and Dean are both coming over to watch the episode with me. I couldn’t explain why I left that little tidbit out from Reed. Dean is just a subject I don’t broach with him. Although it would be great to have a man’s perspective on some of the things Dean does, I just can’t bring myself to tell Reed we’re seeing each other. I keep telling myself it’s to respect the feelings that he has for me but even I know that’s bullshit.

At least tonight I won’t be the only liar in attendance. I can’t help but feel like both Dre and Dean are hiding something from me. I don’t think it’s anything crazy like they’re secretly screwing but they are definitely keeping things from me. As close as I am to Dre I can never read her the way that she reads me. One look is all it takes and it’s like she knows exactly what I’m thinking but with her it’s a total mystery, always has been.

She keeps being very weird about me going places on my own, constantly wanting to tag along even if it’s just to the store to grab toilet tissue. It’s almost like she knows when I’m about to leave to go anywhere but to work because she’ll call right as I’m getting to the door. Once I decided to test my theory and didn’t answer the phone. Not one minute later she was at my front door. When I asked her what she was doing here she said she was just in the neighborhood but I know she lied. Her voice always goes slightly higher when she lies to me. It was weird.

As for Dean, I feel like he has something he’s hiding because he never invites me to his place. In the almost two months that we’ve known each other he’s spent the night here countless times but I’ve never even seen his place. On the other hand, I’ve been to Reed’s house multiple times in the past weeks and we even alternate places now when we hang out. I was so surprised when he invited me over it slipped and I mentioned it. He told me something that made me question Dean’s motives.

He said, “A man who has nothing to hide doesn’t hide his home. I don’t have a wife or kids or anything so why wouldn’t I invite you over?”

I laughed it off at the time but my mind immediately began buzzing with anxiety over that being the case with Dean. He’s never even mentioned where he lays his head when it’s not in my bed. I know what type of underwear he likes, how he likes his eggs, and that he’s ticklish under his right foot but I couldn’t even begin to fathom something as simple as where he lives. Something about this just isn’t right.

The doorbell rings, making me jump and knock over a glass. With reflexes I didn’t have before, I swiftly snag the glass mid-air and sit it back on the ottoman I bought a few days ago. I feel like Peter Parker discovering his new powers as Spider-Man. I stare at my hands in awe, half expecting a web to shoot out at any moment. I flick my wrist but nothing happens and I can’t help but feel a little disappointed my nerdy fantasy hasn’t come true. Another sharp knock at the door reminds me of what I was doing before and I head to the door.

“It’s about time damn!” Dre complains, handing me a bottle of Moscato.

She’s wearing a pair of tribal print leggings that hug her thighs and hips and an oversized sweater, typical PLL night attire.

“Stop complaining you whore!” I joke and she throws popcorn at me.

Leave it to Dre to barge into my house and immediately start eating. My attention is drawn back to the porch when I hear light chuckling coming from it. Dean is here too and he looks ridiculously good. He’s dressed simply in a pair of light grey sweats, a white wife beater, and his leather jacket.

“Hi,” I breathe, still taking in the sight of his muscles contracting with each breath in his tight tank top.

“Hey,” he says with a smirk. Stopping to kiss my cheek on the way in he whispers, “You look beautiful,” into my ear, making me blush.

I look anything but, if you ask me. My outfit matches Dre’s aside from our choice of top and the print on our leggings. I’m wearing my Union Jack print leggings and an off the shoulder oversized white top, very basic and very far from beautiful. I lock up and snuggle in between the two of them on my bed after pouring each of us a glass of wine. They came over an hour after the episode aired so now we can watch it back via DVR, commercial free.

“I still don’t think A is a guy!” Dre says as soon as the episode ends. I’m still a little creeped out like I always am after their Halloween specials, it’s the main reason I have Dre watch them with me.

“Why do you say that?” Dean asks, picking up our trash and walking over to throw it away.

“Because! All of this is some catty bitch stuff. No self-respecting man is going to go through the trouble of texting these hoes his plan before he does it! He’s just going to do it!”

The way she’s explaining it makes it seem like it’s common logic when really it’s just Andrea logic. I burst into a fit of giggles and shake my head while Dean looks genuinely in thought.

I love the way he’s making such an effort with her. None of it goes unnoticed. Dre can be a bit of a handful but he knows how much she means to me so he’s trying, and I love that about him.

“You know you may be right Dre! Besides if I was A I would’ve been way too distracted by Hanna’s tits this entire episode! She should wear that dress everywhere she goes! To the beach, the mall, to the gym,” he goes on and on, his smile cracking his face.

I nudge him hard in the side but I can’t help but laugh and agree. Her boobs did look damned good.

“You my good sir are sick,” Dre says in between laughs, “D-Rose your boyfriend is a perv.”

The second she says it her hand flies to her mouth and her lips from on ‘O’.

I can feel my palm twitching. I want to slap the taste out of her mouth. Why would she say that?

“Well would you look at the time? I’ve got to go! Work in the morning and all,” she says grabbing her Ugg boots and slipping her feet into them, “It was nice seeing you Karter we’ll all have to do this again sometime.”

Before I can even walk her to the door she’s gone. I know it’s just to avoid my wrath but she hasn’t and won’t for long.

I start to clean up the wine glasses in silence. I’m not really sure what to say and Dean isn’t saying anything either. My mind starts to run with the reasons behind his silence as I walk to the kitchen with the dishes. I’ve washed the same spot on the same glass three times, trying to waste time. Maybe if I let the awkwardness of Dre’s slip up leave on it’s own we can salvage the rest of our night. I continue to wash the dishes until Dean walks in with the paper bowls we used and throws them away. We move in awkward silence until we bump into one another. As soon as I go left, he goes left and vice versa until we both stop and break the weirdness with tight laughter.

“I’m going left,” I say with a smile.

He nods and steps around me to the right, throwing the trash away.

“So,” he says, scratching the back of his neck, “boyfriend huh?”

I spin around in his direction holding my hands up in surrender. “I never told her that. And even if I did what’s the big deal? You hang out here all of the time and we’ve gone on dates. It’s not like I’m seeing anyone else. Oh gosh I bet you’re seeing someone else. Lord I just made this so awkward-” I’m talking a mile a minute until Dean puts his finger on my lips to quiet me.

“You both talk a lot when you’re nervous,” he says with a grin, caging me in between his arms against the counter, “The way to hold a conversation is you speak and then allow the other person involved to speak in case you didn’t know.”

He’s poking fun but he’s still being a condescending jerk so I roll my eyes at him.

“You see if you were mine you wouldn’t be doing any of that eye rolling.”

That stopped me in my tracks. What is that supposed to mean?

“It’s disrespectful,” he continues, answering my thoughts, “and I don’t take kindly to disrespect. Eye rolling…tsk tsk tsk that’s a punishable offence.”

A part of me wants to run, to feel afraid or even shocked by his words and although they are shocking it’s not for the reason they should be. I’m shocked because his words are turning me on. He’s impossibly close. I can smell the mint on his breath mixed with the fruity scent of the wine, I’m intoxicated on it alone. The heat radiating off of his body warms mine to the bone, making me feel alive and vibrant. It’s the heat between us that I’ll blame for what I say next.

“H-How would you punish me?” I stutter on my words but nonetheless the question is out there, hanging in the air just waiting for an answer befitting the moment.

I open my eyes, not even realizing that they were closed and Dean is staring at me with an eyebrow raised and a smirk on his handsome face.

“I’m more of a show and tell kind of guy,” he breathes.

I have no idea what to say to that so I say the one thing that comes to mind, “I’m a virgin.”

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A/N

Hello my good people!! I know it’s been a while since I last updated and I apologize *spanks hand* I was just having such a hard time actually writing on this book! Writer’s block is no fun but since I took so long I tried to make it longer and I thought I’d give you guys a little smut as a treat (finally)! I’m a little rusty when it comes to that so I hope you liked it XD I replaced the normal spellings with “special” letters in the hopes that Wattpad won’t lock the chapter F.Y.I.

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