I nod. “I wanted you to have your own room here.”
Tears prick her eyes as she drinks in the four-poster bed with wispy white curtains. I had an interior designer come in to create this room because I wanted it perfect for Vivien. The walls are a purple-gray color. The furniture is dark wood, contrasting perfectly with the ash-gray wooden floors. A large patterned pink rug is soft underfoot, and the rest of the room is decorated in various shades of white, gray, pink, and purple. It’s luxurious and comfortable, yet it has a cozy vibe too. Exactly what I wanted to achieve.
“God, Dillon.” She clasps a hand to her chest. “I don’t know what to say.” Tears brim in her eyes as she stares up at me. “I appreciate your thoughtfulness so much and how you’re not pressuring me or Easton. Thank you for understanding and for being so supportive.”
“It’s not a chore, Viv. I want to be here for you. If I can help to make things easier, I’ll do it.”
She sniffles, casting her gaze around the room again.
I don’t want to leave, and physically pulling myself away from her is a wrench, but she needs her space. “I’m just down the hall.” I point out through the door to the left where my master suite is. “If you need anything during the night, come get me.”
She bobs her head. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
“There are towels and supplies in the en suite bathroom,” I add, still reluctant to leave.
Her smile is shy. “I’ll be fine, Dillon. Go to bed.”
I lean in closer, pressing my mouth to her ear. I know I shouldn’t say this, but hello, I’m me. “If you want me to make you feel good, my offer still stands. If you need to forget, I know just how to distract you.”
She pushes my shoulders, forcing me back. “Goodnight, Dillon.”
Her tone brooks no argument, but I don’t give up that easily. I fix her with a cheeky grin, before blowing her a kiss. “Goodnight, Hollywood. You know where to find me if you can’t sleep.”
31
Dillon
I can’t sleep knowing Vivien is down the hall, most likely tossing and turning in bed like I am. Today was a difficult day for her, but she surprised me, like she has a habit of doing. She handled it far better than I expected. I’d like to take some of the credit, but this is all on Viv. She is so strong. So brave. And I’m craving her worse than ever. For the first time since the accident, I feel a kernel of genuine hope kindling inside me.
She still has feelings for me.
Feelings she’s fighting, but I can handle that.
Not feeling anything for me, or hating me, would be so much worse.
I slide my hand down over my stomach, wrapping it around my still-hard dick, deciding I might as well jerk off, right as the door opens, admitting a sliver of light from the hallway. My hand stalls on my cock, and I lift my head, spotting the shadowy figure in the doorway. “Viv?” She doesn’t move, standing rooted to the spot, and I pull my boxers up and climb out of bed.
I walk toward her carefully, afraid to spook her. I stop a few feet from her. “Are you okay?” She shakes her head, stepping a little closer. “Can’t sleep, sweetheart?” I brush my fingers across her cheek. She takes a step closer, and her chest brushes against mine. She’s wearing the Collateral Damage T-Shirt I left on the bed for her earlier tonight, when I harbored hopes she’d stay, and she looks so fucking good in it.
“Dillon.” My name is a whisper on her tongue, but it’s enough. I hear the pleading in her tone. Planting one hand on my bare chest, she peers up at me, and I see it all in her eyes. She won’t say it. That would be like admitting it to herself, and she’s unable to do that right now. So I’ll have to make the decision for her.
Taking her hand, I pull her into my semi-darkened room and close the door. “Are you sure?” I run my thumb along her lower lip, urging my cock to calm the fuck down because he’s excited and presently trying to poke a hole through my Calvins.
She nods, and I back her up to the wall, caging her in on both sides with my arms. Her eyes dilate as we stare at one another, and electricity crackles in the tiny space between us. Tucking her hair behind her ears, I inspect every inch of her gorgeous face. She has no idea how stunning she is or how badly I want her. This is the culmination of every fantasy I’ve had since we broke up. I lean down, dying to kiss her, but she pushes my shoulders and shakes her head. “No kissing.”
Disappointment crashes into me, and I could legit cry, but I force my frustration back down. This is about her. Not me. I don’t turn the overhead light on, figuring it’s easier for her like this with only a faint light illuminating us from the lamp on my bedside locker.
My eyes are glued to hers as I grip the hem of her shirt, slowly tugging it up her body. She lifts her arms without me asking, and I pull the shirt up, tossing it on the floor. Slowly, I drag my eyes down her gorgeous naked body, marveling at how truly exquisite she is, while precum leaks from my cock. It’s quite possible I might come in my boxers like a horny teenager. It’s been a while for me, and I’ve spent night upon night jerking off to thoughts of Viv, so it’s no joke.
My hands are trembling as I sweep my fingers along her velvety-soft flesh. Rubbing my thumb and forefinger across her nipples, I feel like fist pumping the air when the rosy-pink buds harden under my touch. Bending my head, I lave my tongue along each nipple, gently drawing her tit into my mouth.
“Not gentle, Dil.”
The unspoken end of that sentence is crystal clear. Viv likes it hard and rough. I was rarely gentle with her. Not until that last night when I made love to her with my very soul. But I know what she needs now, and I’ll give it to her. Dragging her nipple between my teeth, I softly bite down, and she moans, throwing her head back to the wall and her gaze to the ceiling. “So beautiful,” I whisper as I move my attention to her other breast. I spend a few minutes sucking, nipping, and kneading before I drop to my knees on the carpeted floor before her.
Pushing her legs apart, I take a few seconds to savor this moment. I never thought I’d get to taste her again, and my heart is beating so fast in my chest it feels like it might beat a path out of there. I rub my nose against her pussy, inhaling deeply, before I part her lips with my thumbs and trace my tongue along her slit from top to bottom.
A strangled sound escapes her lips as I lick her with a fervor that may well be the undoing of me. More precum leaks from my cock as I dive in, plunging my tongue inside her. I lift one of her legs over my shoulder so I can get better access as I feast on her tempting cunt.
She is magnificent, and I want this for the rest of my life.
She pivots her hips, grabbing fistfuls of my hair as she rides my face, needing more. I haven’t forgotten how her body works, and I have no intention of dragging this out. Not tonight. She needs this release, and I will give it to her. I push two fingers inside her as my tongue swirls around her clit, and she rocks her hips against me, making all the sounds I love to hear as I devour her.
I add another digit, curling all three of my fingers in the right place just as I flatten my tongue against her clit, and she goes off, detonating like a firework on Halloween night. I pump my fingers harder while I suck her clit, keeping up my pace until I’ve milked every last drop of her sweet climax.