“Nuh uh. No covering yourself.” He pulled the hair tie out of my hair.
I’d never felt more exposed. I was completely naked, and he was completely dressed. Something snapped. “I can’t do this.”
I started getting dressed.
“Juliet, no. Stop.”
“No. I’m going.”
“Why? You were totally into it.”
“I—”
“Wait, you’re not self-conscious about your body, are you?”
I looked down, relieved to at least have my underwear and bra on.
“Aren’t you the girl who was skinny dipping?”
“Not really. That isn’t what I’m normally like. Plus, it was dark out, and I was caught up in the moment by the time we got to your room.”
Dylan turned on his lamp and turned off the overhead light. He walked over to the bed and pulled back the blanket and sheet. “You’re not getting away with this every time, but I want you comfortable.”
“Oh. You still want to, then?”
“Are you crazy? Of course I do. You get me all worked up and then try to run out on me.” He reached out and took my hand. “Now please, can we get back to where we were?”
I nodded.
“Good.” He led me over to the bed.
I sat down while he took off his shirt.
“You want to help?”
I unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his zipper. He stepped out of his jeans and then his boxers.
“It looks like I get to undress you a second time.” He reached around to unclasp my bra, leaning over me so I had to lay back. He pulled off my panties, tossing both garments aside.
“Look at me, Juliet. You have an amazing body. Don’t be embarrassed to let me see it.”
I nodded.
He picked me up to move me to the center of the bed, resting my head on his pillow. “I need you, Juliet.”
He put his mouth on my breast and his hand between my legs. It didn’t take long to get me back in the mood. I was so close to complete satisfaction when he moved his hand. “Not until I’m inside you.” He ripped open the wrapper of a condom.
My body wanted to argue with him, but it didn’t have a chance. With one thrust, he was in, and then a few more and it was over. It was even worse than the first time.
“You’re so perfect, Juliet. You’re absolutely perfect for me.” He moved off me and reached over to turn off his lamp. Was he seriously going to bed again? After that?
He lay down on his back. “Put your head on my chest, baby. I want you close.”
I did as he asked without meaning to. I was still trying to accept that the first time wasn’t a fluke—Dylan sucked in bed. Either he didn’t get the concept of satisfying a woman, or he didn’t care. The only thing he had going for him was foreplay, and he didn’t even finish what he started.
“Juliet?”
“Yeah.”
He ran his hands through my now tangled hair. “You don’t have to worry about being quiet. No one cares, and I don’t want you holding back. I want to hear how good I make you feel. ”
What could I say to that? “Okay.”
“Good night.”
“Good night,” I mumbled.
Chapter Eight
At least his bed was comfortable. That’s what I kept telling myself as I tried to fall asleep. If you’ve got to recover from unsatisfying sex, at least do it on nice sheets and a good mattress. It was a lot better than the dorm-issued one I usually slept on.
Even with the ultra-comfy sheets, I was still wide awake an hour later. The worst part was that I really needed to use the bathroom. Finally, I untangled myself from Dylan’s arms and legs. I searched in the darkness for my clothes, but couldn’t find my skirt anywhere. After a few minutes of frenzied searching, I decided to throw Dylan’s boxers on with my tank. They were better than nothing, and I really needed to go. I hoped everyone was still downstairs.
I quietly left his room, relieved when I heard shouting and laughter from the first floor. I tried to count the doors on my way to the bathroom. There were no numbers, and knowing my dumb luck, I’d end up in the wrong bed.
I found the bathroom, and it wasn’t nearly as disgusting as I’d expected. Clearly, the boys paid for a cleaning service. I was washing my hands when I heard the door open behind me.
“Nice look.”
Ugh Ryan. “It is, isn’t it?” I dried my hands and turned around.
“How’d you convince Dylan to let you out of bed? I’d have thought he’d have you tied down all night.”
“What?” Oh my god. Was Dylan into bondage and hadn’t mentioned it yet? Bondage and bad sex? Not happening.
“So you couldn’t run out on him again. Wait, what did you think I meant?”
“Nothing.” I crossed my arms, wishing I’d put my bra back on.
“Oh.” He grinned. “As far as I know, he’s not into that. But if you are, he’d probably go for it.”
“No. And we’re not talking about this.” I tried to move past him.
“Don’t f**k with him, okay?”
“Excuse me?”
“He’s a pain to be around when he’s upset. Try not to upset him.”
“Okay…so along those lines, can you move so I can get back?”
“Sure. Have fun.”
“Not likely,” I mumbled.
“What was that?” he called after me.
“Nothing.” I walked down the hall and back into Dylan’s room. I took his boxers off, but kept my tank and underwear on.
I’d just gotten comfortable when Dylan reached out to me. “Hey, baby. What are you doing all the way over there?”
I didn’t turn toward him. Maybe if he thought I was sleeping, he’d go back to bed.
No such luck. His arm wrapped around my waist as he kissed the back of my neck. “Why are you wearing clothes?”
I didn’t answer.
“Are you really that uncomfortable being naked with me? I swear I’m going to get you over this.”
I bit my lip to keep myself from laughing. I had to put him out of his misery. I rolled over to face him. “I’m wearing clothes because I went to the bathroom.”
“You went to the bathroom in just this?” He ran a hand over my legs.
“I wore your boxers.”
“Oh?”
“I couldn’t find my skirt.”
“Can I get rid of the shirt now? It’s in my way.” He moved his hand underneath my tank and stroked my stomach.