I spread my legs wider, moaning as he licks up and down my slit before suctioning on the swollen bundle of nerves and sucking hard. It takes me all of three minutes to shout out my release, his name tumbling from my lips like a prayer.
Then he’s inside me, thrusting frantically, pushing all the way in and hitting every sensitive nerve ending. I love how amazing it feels when we’re joined like this. It’s as if he was created purely to drive me to distraction. To turn me crazy with lust and love.
I loop one leg around his hip, and he digs his fingers into the flesh at my waist as he slams into me, harder and harder. Dragging my dress down one shoulder, he roughly yanks my bra down, lowering his head and pulling my taut nipple into his hot, wet mouth. I grip him tighter, my pussy clenching and unclenching around him as I sense him getting close. He grabs my bare ass, fondling my cheeks, while thrusting relentlessly into me, fucking me with everything he’s got.
My breath is coming out in exaggerated spurts, and I’m barreling toward a second release. Then Dylan is roaring my name, spilling his hot cum deep inside me, and that sends me over the edge again.
Our joint ragged breathing is the only sound in the room as we both come down from our high. With tenderness, Dylan releases my leg, carefully placing it on the ground. Then he grabs some tissues and cleans me up before snatching my lace thong off the floor and helping me back into it. I smooth my dress down, fixing my bra and the shoulder of my dress.
Dylan leans down, softly pressing his mouth to mine. “Happy anniversary, Dimples.”
I circle my arms around his neck, smiling at his childhood nickname for me. “Happy anniversary, Freckles.” I brush my fingers across the smattering of freckles along his nose and cheeks.
Reaching behind, he pulls out a long black box from his back pocket. “For you.” He hands it to me, maintaining eye contact. “I hope you like it. I drove the sales clerk insane with my indecisiveness.”
I quirk a brow, surprised. Dylan is one of the most decisive people I know. And a huge planner. I’m shocked he hadn’t already perused their website and picked out what he wanted before he visited the store. But he’s been busy with his robotics project lately and a little stressed and distracted.
I peck his lips gently. “I will like it because you chose it for me, but you already gave me flowers and you’re taking me to dinner, so there really was no need to buy me a gift.”
He kisses my cheek. “At least I know you’re not with me for my money,” he teases.
“No. That’d be the earth-shattering sex.”
“I knew you were just after me for my body.” He gestures at himself, and I can’t contain my grin. Dylan is lean and strong, and I love every inch of him, but he’s a long way from the ripped look a lot of guys on campus are sporting these days.
But I wouldn’t change him for the world.
I love absolutely everything about him.
“And your brilliant mind. Don’t forget that too,” I purr, tapping a finger against his temple. And it’s true. Dylan’s intelligence and genius brain are the biggest turn-ons.
“Don’t keep me in suspense.” He jerks his head at the box still lying unopened in my hand. “Open it.”
When I pry the lid open, a shocked gasp leaks out of my mouth. “Jesus, Dylan. This is too much.” The glittering choker-style necklace sparkles and glistens under the full glare of the living room lights. I know the tiniest diamond can cost a fortune, so the sheer size of the diamonds and rubies in this necklace indicates exactly how expensive it is.
“I’m good for it, and I wanted to spoil you.” He shoots me that infamous lopsided grin of his that always melts my heart and dampens my panties.
Holding my hair to one side, I turn around as he moves to close it around my neck. “I know you are, but I don’t need extravagant gifts to prove you love me.”
And we don’t do this. We agreed a long time ago not to let the money go to our heads.
Dylan has been a multi-millionaire since he sold his licensing app to Microsoft when he was fifteen, but he’s never been extravagant with his wealth.
Apart from purchasing this condo for us to live in while we study at UD, and moving his mom into a house in my parents’ neighborhood, he isn’t known for splashing the cash. He still drives his dad’s old truck, preferring to get it repaired every time it breaks down rather than purchasing a shiny, new SUV or flashy sports car. And I love him even more for it.
So that’s why this has thrown me. But I don’t want to appear ungrateful either.
He steers me to the long mirror in the hall, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind as I stare, slack-jawed, at my reflection in the mirror. Resting his chin on my shoulder, he captures my eyes in the mirror, and there’s no mistaking the love radiating from his gaze. “You look even more stunning now.” I run my fingers along the exquisite diamonds and rubies, speechless for once in my life. He places a gentle kiss on my cheek. “You deserve the world, Dimples, and I intend to give it to you.”
I spin around in his embrace, resting my hands on his shoulders. “You already have, Dylan.” Tears glisten in my eyes as I stare into his beautiful, expressive face. “Every day with you is a blessing and a gift, and I love this life we share.”
“To us.” Dylan clinks his glass against mine, and I sip the nonalcoholic champagne while gracing him with a wide smile.
“To the future.” We toast again, before setting our glasses down and linking hands across the table, smiling at each other like lovesick fools. It’s been like this since we admitted our feelings at fifteen and took our friendship to a whole new level.
I have never so much as looked at another guy since that day.
Dylan is all I see.
All I’ll ever see.
“Mom wants us to come for dinner on Sunday,” he says, just as the waitress brings our desserts. “We don’t have any plans, right?”
I pause with my spoon halfway to my mouth, frowning a little. “We already promised my folks we’d drop by, remember? It’s exactly six months since Slate’s mom passed on Sunday, and they’re hosting a family dinner. They don’t want him to be alone on the day.”
He rubs a spot between his brows. “Shit. Can’t believe I forgot that.”
“It’s no biggie,” I say, diving into my chocolate fondant. “I’ll call Mom and tell her to add another place. Tell your mom to come over at three.”
The frat house is crammed to the rafters when we arrive an hour later. Music thumps out of loudspeakers, and a lively crowd is dancing in the main living space. Laughter trickles in from the backyard, and we make our way through the kitchen and outside. Dylan grabs a couple of red cups on our way, and we sip the warm beer as we maneuver through the crowd, looking for familiar faces.
A shrill whistle pierces the air, and I jerk my head in that direction. Ryan shoots a hand up, and I tug on Dylan’s arm, ushering him to the far end of the yard where my brother and Slater are holding court with a bunch of their buddies and a gaggle of fawning girls. Slater gets up from his chair the instant we arrive, offering it to me. When Dylan sinks into it, Slater glares at him. “It’s for Belle, douche.”