Dirty Like Dylan_A Dirty Rockstar Romance by Jaine Diamond

Author:Jaine Diamond [Diamond, Jaine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: DreamWarp Books
Published: 2018-07-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Ash

Fuck me.

When I woke up in my bed, kind of squished up on the edge of the mattress with this soft, warm body curled against my back, I tried to get a grip as the memories of last night pummeled me. I wasn’t drunk. I wasn’t hung over. I was painfully sober and aware of every single fucking thing that had happened in this bed.

And as I looked over at Amber and Dylan in the morning light… yeah, I was fucked.

I rubbed my eyes and peered over at them. Jesus Christ. We were triple-spooning, the three of us all lined up in a row, facing the same direction. Dylan had his arm over Amber’s waist and she was nuzzled up into the back of my neck, her tits pressed against my back.

I extracted myself as quietly as I could. I pulled on my jeans, T-shirt and Vans and stumbled out the door.

By the time I got back from the coffee shop down the block, they were both awake. And they were still in my bed.

Actually, they were cuddling.

They were being cute together, fucking laughing about something, and looking sexy as fuck all snuggled up together, naked, under my blankets.

“Fuck, it’s cold out there,” I grumbled, putting a coffee for Dylan and one of those hippie teas Amber liked on the table by the bed for them.

“It’s October,” Dylan pointed out. “You might wanna think about putting on a little more than a T-shirt.”

Yeah. Probably would’ve thought of that if I’d had my head on straight. If I hadn’t woken up next to Amber and Dylan after the hottest night of my life and kind of lost my shit for a minute there. Because last night, I’d fucked Amber twice and watched Dylan fuck her three times.

It had all started out slow and kinda tender, and by the end, it was the kind of frantic, animalistic fucking that probably woke up the neighbors.

Not to mention that I’d experienced another one of Amber’s brain-melting blowjobs while Dylan fucked her.

And now I wanted to do it all again.

A lot.

“Oh, look,” Amber teased, “he’s pouting.”

“He does that a lot,” Dylan said. “You get used to it.”

“I’m cold,” I muttered, sitting down on the bed and sipping my hot coffee.

“Then come back to bed,” Amber said.

But I just sat where I was. Watching Dylan’s thumb stroke up and down her bare arm. They had a blanket pulled up around their chests, and I couldn’t see his other hand. Who knew where that was?

I dug for my stash in the bedside table and lit up a joint. One drag, then two, and I already felt better, the tightness in my chest loosening. But my heart was still beating too fast.

I told myself it was from the jog to the coffee shop in the cold. But I was a fucking liar.

I held the joint out, offering it to them. Dylan declined, but to my surprise, Amber sat up and took it, sucking back a couple of experienced little puffs.

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