With my eyes, I urge him to keep going, pumping and sucking him harder as he pivots his hips, thrusting into my mouth. I fondle his balls, moving one finger behind to rub his taint because I remember he liked that. A primal growl rips from his lips as he lets go, and ropes of hot salty cum splash my mouth, shooting down my throat. I stay with him, milking every last drop of his climax, until he pulls out.
Dropping to his knees, he reels me into his arms, plunging his tongue into my mouth and kissing me like I’m the air he needs to breathe. “Vivien, Vivien, Vivien.” He dots kisses all over my face. “I must have done something right in this life to deserve you because you are a fucking goddess among women. I could live a hundred lifetimes and never be worthy of you.” He presses his sticky brow to mine. “I fucking love you, Hollywood. I love you so much.”
“That must have been some blowjob,” I tease, but I’m secretly pleased. What woman doesn’t want to bring her man to his knees? Literally.
“It was the fucking Oscar of blowjobs, sweetheart, and now it’s my turn.”
I shriek as he scoops me up, planting me on top of the washing machine. He flashes me a wicked smile, showcasing dimples and blinding-white teeth, as he turns the machine on.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Giving you an Oscar-worthy experience.” He winks while parting my thighs and shoving my skirt up to my waist. I’m not surprised when he rips my panties, tossing scraps of lace to the floor, because it’s his signature. “Hello, pussy,” he croons, leaning down so he’s eye level with my vagina. “Miss me as much as I missed you?”
I snort. “Oh. My. God. You are seriously deranged,” I say as laughter bubbles up my throat.
The second his hot tongue lands on my cunt, all laughter fades. He swipes his tongue up and down my slit while eye fucking me, and I’m already squirming when the machine picks up speed and the whole thing starts vibrating. “Oh!” I exclaim as sensation rockets through me. “Oh my.”
“Hold on tight, Hollywood. I’m about to give you the best damn orgasm of your life.”
I grip the edges of the machine, holding on for dear life as Dillon ravishes me with his fingers and his tongue while the vibrations from the machine send me into another realm. My booted legs wrap around his neck, and the sight of his blond head bobbing up and down wrecks me. It’s been so long since I was touched it doesn’t take much to have me shooting for the stars. When Dillon hooks his fingers inside me and gently bites my clit, I explode, screaming his name as I come apart on his face.
I melt against him as he lifts me off the machine. “Holy hell, Dil,” I rasp. “That was definitely Oscar worthy.”
“We’re so fucking good together,” he reminds me, kissing me hard as he plants my feet on the ground. “Here, put these on. Ash will throw a hissy fit if I don’t get you back to her ASAP.” He hands me a pair of my lace panties, and I narrow my eyes suspiciously.
“Where did you get these?”
Fake innocence drenches his handsome features. “From your bedroom. Where else?”
“You were rooting through my underwear drawer?” I shriek.
He holds up his hands. “What else was a guy to do? I’ve had the worst case of blueballitis this side of the Pacific. Sniffing your knickers never fails to get me off in record time,” he admits, smirking, as he grabs a pair of sweats from the laundry basket and pulls them on.
I gawk at him. “You are a very disturbed individual.” I grab the machine to steady myself as I pull on my stolen panties.
He shrugs. “Desperate times call for desperate measures.”
“How many did you steal?” I inquire as he takes my hand, hauling me into his warm bare chest.
“A handful.”
I shake my head, but I’m smiling. “What am I going to do with you?”
“I can think of lots of things.” He bends down to kiss me. “All of them X-rated.” He thrusts against me, demonstrating he’s hard again. “See what you do to me? I’m so hot for you, sweetheart. I’m hard all the damn time.”
My hands creep up his chest. “I know you are, and I promise I’ll be ready soon.”
His features soften, and he gazes adoringly at me as he brushes hair over my shoulder. “You set the pace, Viv, and I’m happy. So fucking happy. Never feel under pressure to have sex with me. I can wait. This is more than enough. More than I ever thought I’d have again. I just love existing with you.”
Tears prick my eyes. “I didn’t think I’d ever feel content again. You have given me so much, Dillon,” I croak.
“You have given me everything, Viv.” He circles his arms around me, holding me close. “You have given me Easton, and I have you. I don’t need anything else. I’m the happiest man on the planet.”
38
Dillon
“Remember, you can’t say anything,” I tell Ma as I hold my mobile phone out in front of me. “Keep it casual.”
“I just want to say hello to the little guy, Dillon. Not give him the Spanish Inquisition.” She rolls her eyes, and I really miss the fuck out of her. “When do you think you’ll tell him?”
“Soon, I hope.” I have a plan, which I hope Viv will agree to. Finding the right time to raise it with her is the issue. I don’t want to spring it on her at the last minute because that fucked everything up the last time in Ireland. But the timing has to be spot-on so she won’t overreact and tell me to take a hike. Things are perfect right now, and I don’t want to mess anything up.
“Will you be bringing him home for Christmas?”
I rub the back of my neck, hating to do this to her. “About that.”
Her face falls, and I feel like shit.
“Lauren and Jon didn’t make it back for Thanksgiving today, but they’ll be back for Christmas, and they want us to go there for dinner. It’s tradition for all of them to go to the Millses’ house, and it will be hard enough for East as it is. I don’t want to do anything to upset him.”
“It’s okay, love. I understand. We’ll miss you, but there’ll be other Christmases.”
“I’m sorry, Ma. I hate to be missing it, but I can’t leave Vivien alone at Christmas. It’s going to be tough on her.” I know Reeve’s loss will hit her hard then, and I need to be with her to help her get through it.
“I’m very proud of you, Dillon.”
I arch a brow because I’ve done a lot of bad shit in the past. Things they only discovered when Reeve died, so I think saying she’s proud is a bit of a stretch.
“You made mistakes, but you’re atoning for them,” she adds, seeing the incredulous expression on my face.
I’ve finally realized what Viv has been saying is true. Instead of focusing on revenge, I’m grateful for the life I’ve had. For the life I’m living. I know how fortunate I am to have my family and to have grown up surrounded by love. I took that for granted before. I only thought about the life that had been taken from me, not the one I was gifted. I didn’t believe I was the lucky one, but I was wrong all along. It took letting go of my anger for me to see the truth.