We strip out of our clothes and lie down in the bed. Dillon has his arms wrapped around me in a way that shields my breasts but makes it clear we’re naked. “Bury your head in my neck,” I say. “I don’t want him to see your face.”
“Why not?”
“Reeve seems a bit unhinged right now, and I don’t want him coming after you.”
A pang of sadness slaps me in the face. I can’t believe it’s come to this. But it has, because I don’t know him at all anymore. Who knows what he’s capable of now? I agree with Dil. I don’t know why Reeve is trying so hard to get back with me if he’s still messing around with Saffron. He’s clearly still taking drugs, which makes me hurt for him. I’d never have thought Reeve would follow this path, and I hope he stops before he reaches the point of no return.
“I don’t give a fuck if he comes after me. I can handle him, but it’s your call.” Dillon turns away from the camera, pressing his lips to my neck and shielding his face. It’s actually way sexier like this. Resting my hand on Dillon’s back, I stare at the camera and take the pic.
We straighten up against the headboard as I get ready to compose my message. “Can you send that to me too,” Dillon asks, resting his chin on my shoulder. “That is one sexy ass photo.”
“We look good together,” I quietly say, forwarding the pic to my Irish cell. I want a copy of it too.
“We really do.” He kisses my lips sweetly, watching silently as I type out a message I hope will stop Reeve from getting on a plane.
Don’t you dare come here, Reeve. No one knows I’m in Ireland, and I want it to stay that way. I’m in a good place. Don’t take that from me. Please stop messaging me, and stop sending gifts. It’s over. I’ve moved on, just like you. Accept we are done, and you have no one to blame but yourself. Have a good life. All I’ve ever wanted is for you to be happy.
Before I can overthink it, I press send. Then I turn off my cell and shove it back in the drawer.
52
“Freedom!” I yell, fist-pumping the air and bouncing around in the passenger seat of my SUV. “Exams are over. The sun is shining—shocker right there—and I have all summer to hang out with my friends. I’m so happy I could scream!” I exclaim, beaming like a complete loon. But it’s the truth. I’m radiating happiness, and I don’t care who knows it. I’m deliberately not thinking about the fact next week is the first week in June and I only have ten weeks left in Ireland. Going there would totally burst my bubble, and I refuse to acknowledge that yet.
“You are such a dork.” Dillon shoots me an amused smile, chuckling, as he drives one-handed.
“I am, but I’m your dork.” Unbuckling my belt, I stretch across the console and smack a loud kiss on his cheek. He’s wearing a white, black, and red T-shirt I bought him over shredded dark jeans that hug his long powerful legs. Slowly, I’m trying to introduce color into his closet and his life. I even got him to trade the biker boots for sneakers, which is a feat. Dark designer shades hide his beautiful eyes, the usual layer of dark stubble coats his chin and cheeks, and his glorious face is tan from being outside these past couple of weeks in the warmer weather. Muscles flex and roll in his arm as he drives, looking cool and confident, and he couldn’t look any hotter.
One look at him is all it takes to inflame my heart and stoke my libido.
These past six weeks have been amazing, even if our time together has been largely confined to Friday nights in Whelans and my apartment. Cramming for exams was no fun, but I got there in the end, and now I’m on the other side. We have the rest of the summer to be together, and I’m excited for some of our plans.
Dillon swats my ass. “Too fucking right.” His sexy smirk has my ovaries doing a happy dance. “You’re mine. All mine,” he growls in that husky voice I love so much.
“Gross,” Ro and Ash say in unison from the back seat.
“This is old news,” I scoff.
Everyone is used to our PDAs by now, but it’s more like PDLs—public displays of lust.
Reeve was very touchy-feely with me, but it was always appropriate affectionate gestures like sweet kisses, cuddling, and holding hands.
Dillon is like the modern-day equivalent of Neanderthal Man, groping me excessively any chance he gets, giving zero fucks to anyone who happens to be watching. He’s always slapping my ass, grabbing my hips, ravishing my mouth or my neck, or biting my earlobe with the odd sneaky boob touch thrown in for good measure. I’m sure there are some girls who would hate that, but I freaking love it. I love how much he wants me and how hard it is for him to keep his hands off me. Dillon has proven he’s capable of the sweeter PDAs too, but I like it when he’s rough with me.