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Unbidden, her recent physical exertions played back again in her head. Where the hell
was the stop button for her memory banks?
Enough already, she berated herself as desire continued to unfurl within her.
"It was just a one-night stand, Ari," she said out loud as she poured granola, then
milk, in a bowl. "Forget about him. It won't happen again. It can't happen again."
She plonked in a chair with a heavy exhale and knew it wouldn't be easy to push
away the last ten hours from her memory. The image of a gorgeous, dark-haired, blue-
eyed guy with a seriously hot, muscular body loomed large in her thoughts. Dylan
Summers was way too hot to be forgotten quickly especially when he'd just given her
the best night of sex in her life.
She propped an elbow on her dining table and rested her chin on her hand,
breakfast forgotten. She'd only had three hours sleep. She was tired, but if Dylan were
still around she would be keen for more sex. Goodness, wasn't she the one who
instigated the last round after they woke up? Well, she'd had to. She wouldn't have
another chance. Dylan had only agreed to a one-night stand.
Last night was meant to be about celebrating the end of a busy week with her
workmates in one of Sydney's popular nightspots. She didn't go with the intention of
hooking up with someone. But how was she to know her ex-boyfriend would be there,
too? With the woman she had once considered a good friend? The same woman she'd
caught in bed with him while they were still together?
That had called for a third glass of wine. Two was her usual limit. Anything more
than that and her good judgment went out like a light.
Dylan saw her first. He and his two friends had approached their group. Somehow
the two of them had ended up in a corner talking and flirting with each other for close to
an hour. She couldn't even remember ordering a fourth drink, but she must have had one,
because her good judgment went comatose on her while she was still wide awake.
She blushed as memories of her forwardness came flooding back.
"How about you come home with me, Dylan?" she'd asked.
His handsome face had expressed a blend of desire and concern. "Are you sure,
Ari?"
She'd placed a flirtatious hand on his arm. "Why not?"
"I'm only looking for some fun, Ari," he'd replied warily.
Dylan's cautious reaction made her more determined to get him to go home with
her. No doubt the alcohol was mainly responsible for such brazen behaviour, but more
than that, she didn't want to feel like a reject all over again.
"Great. So am I," she'd responded.
Dylan's eyes had flared with heat that had made her heart pound hard in her chest.
"I'd love to go home with you tonight, Ari. But are you sure you don't have a problem
with just a one-night stand? You're Jasmine's friend and I'm Kane's brother. It could be
real awkward if we can't handle it."
"No, I don't have a problem with it. Do you?" she asked breezily.
"Absolutely not."
After hasty goodbyes to their group, they got into a taxi. Dylan's hands were
incredibly naughty during their trip to her apartment, creeping way up her thigh and
burrowing under her top at one point, successfully unhooking her bra. She lost count of
the times she laughingly swatted a wandering hand away, conscious of the driver
watching them from the rear-view mirror. She wondered if taxi drivers were used to
having couples make out in the backseat of their cabs.
Their night together had been...amazing. Dylan was incredible and insatiable. So
was she insatiable, that was. Their morning sex had proven that.
Then he was gone.
Was it normal for someone to feel empty and at the same time have unstoppable
fluttering butterflies in the stomach after a one-night stand? She hadn't done it before, so
she didn't have anything to compare this reaction with.
Oh, well. She wasn't doing herself any favours by dwelling on the feelings swirling
within her. Better to get on with her day than re-live her hot night with a hunky guy.
There was no point stoking a desire that couldn't possibly be satisfied by the same man
again.
*******
"Hello, darling. We've been waiting for you. We've already started dinner, like you told us
to."
"Hi, Mum," Dylan said as he enfolded his mother Linda in a warm embrace. "Sorry
I'm late. I was at a friend's birthday party and she wouldn't let me leave. I had to wait
until she was drunk enough to not notice that I was gone."
"Dylan! Honestly, I don't know why you surround yourself with immature friends.
You're already thirty-two, in case you've forgotten. Don't you think it's time to tone down
your social activities a little bit? Maybe find someone to settle down with?"
He playfully rolled his eyes at his mother's censuring tone, used to this mini-lecture
for being the second-oldest of five siblings and having never taken a girl home to
introduce to his parents.
He couldn't help it that he wasn't as romantically inclined as his three brothers and
only sister. Wasn't there usually one in every family who went the opposite way from
everyone else? It didn't bother him in the least that, in his family's case, he was the odd
one out the one who didn't want to settle down in a permanent relationship.
"Mum, you know I'm your black sheep," he said, putting an arm around Linda as
they walked to the dining room. "But you have to admit that my social life is the only
thing you could complain about. In every other way, I'm the perfect son," he joked, giving
his mother a kiss on her forehead.
"I complain about some of your friends and I complain that you don't want a steady
girlfriend. So that's two things I'm not happy with, not just one," Linda retorted.
"Aww, but you love me anyway."
This time his mother rolled her eyes at him. But she had a resigned smile on her
face.
"Hello all!" he said to everyone squeezed around his parents' big dining table. He
went around to give the women a kiss on the cheek and the men a pat on the shoulder.
Everyone was there: his parents, his sister Faye and her fiancé Ray, his twin brothers
Riley and Bradley and their girlfriends, and his older brother Kane and his girlfriend
Jasmine.
Seeing Jasmine brought back memories of the night he'd had with a beautiful,
chestnut-haired woman with expressive brown eyes. Phew, last night was easily one of
the most incredible nights he'd ever had. Just thinking about it made him hot and
bothered. If Ari Mitchell wasn't Jasmine's friend, he wouldn't think twice about
propositioning her for another tumble or two.
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Unbidden, her recent physical exertions played back again in her head. Where the hell
was the stop button for her memory banks?
Enough already, she berated herself as desire continued to unfurl within her.
"It was just a one-night stand, Ari," she said out loud as she poured granola, then
milk, in a bowl. "Forget about him. It won't happen again. It can't happen again."
She plonked in a chair with a heavy exhale and knew it wouldn't be easy to push
away the last ten hours from her memory. The image of a gorgeous, dark-haired, blue-
eyed guy with a seriously hot, muscular body loomed large in her thoughts. Dylan
Summers was way too hot to be forgotten quickly especially when he'd just given her
the best night of sex in her life.
She propped an elbow on her dining table and rested her chin on her hand,
breakfast forgotten. She'd only had three hours sleep. She was tired, but if Dylan were
still around she would be keen for more sex. Goodness, wasn't she the one who
instigated the last round after they woke up? Well, she'd had to. She wouldn't have
another chance. Dylan had only agreed to a one-night stand.
Last night was meant to be about celebrating the end of a busy week with her
workmates in one of Sydney's popular nightspots. She didn't go with the intention of
hooking up with someone. But how was she to know her ex-boyfriend would be there,
too? With the woman she had once considered a good friend? The same woman she'd
caught in bed with him while they were still together?
That had called for a third glass of wine. Two was her usual limit. Anything more
than that and her good judgment went out like a light.
Dylan saw her first. He and his two friends had approached their group. Somehow
the two of them had ended up in a corner talking and flirting with each other for close to
an hour. She couldn't even remember ordering a fourth drink, but she must have had one,
because her good judgment went comatose on her while she was still wide awake.
She blushed as memories of her forwardness came flooding back.
"How about you come home with me, Dylan?" she'd asked.
His handsome face had expressed a blend of desire and concern. "Are you sure,
Ari?"
She'd placed a flirtatious hand on his arm. "Why not?"
"I'm only looking for some fun, Ari," he'd replied warily.
Dylan's cautious reaction made her more determined to get him to go home with
her. No doubt the alcohol was mainly responsible for such brazen behaviour, but more
than that, she didn't want to feel like a reject all over again.
"Great. So am I," she'd responded.
Dylan's eyes had flared with heat that had made her heart pound hard in her chest.
"I'd love to go home with you tonight, Ari. But are you sure you don't have a problem
with just a one-night stand? You're Jasmine's friend and I'm Kane's brother. It could be
real awkward if we can't handle it."
"No, I don't have a problem with it. Do you?" she asked breezily.
"Absolutely not."
After hasty goodbyes to their group, they got into a taxi. Dylan's hands were
incredibly naughty during their trip to her apartment, creeping way up her thigh and
burrowing under her top at one point, successfully unhooking her bra. She lost count of
the times she laughingly swatted a wandering hand away, conscious of the driver
watching them from the rear-view mirror. She wondered if taxi drivers were used to
having couples make out in the backseat of their cabs.
Their night together had been...amazing. Dylan was incredible and insatiable. So
was she insatiable, that was. Their morning sex had proven that.
Then he was gone.
Was it normal for someone to feel empty and at the same time have unstoppable
fluttering butterflies in the stomach after a one-night stand? She hadn't done it before, so
she didn't have anything to compare this reaction with.
Oh, well. She wasn't doing herself any favours by dwelling on the feelings swirling
within her. Better to get on with her day than re-live her hot night with a hunky guy.
There was no point stoking a desire that couldn't possibly be satisfied by the same man
again.
*******
"Hello, darling. We've been waiting for you. We've already started dinner, like you told us
to."
"Hi, Mum," Dylan said as he enfolded his mother Linda in a warm embrace. "Sorry
I'm late. I was at a friend's birthday party and she wouldn't let me leave. I had to wait
until she was drunk enough to not notice that I was gone."
"Dylan! Honestly, I don't know why you surround yourself with immature friends.
You're already thirty-two, in case you've forgotten. Don't you think it's time to tone down
your social activities a little bit? Maybe find someone to settle down with?"
He playfully rolled his eyes at his mother's censuring tone, used to this mini-lecture
for being the second-oldest of five siblings and having never taken a girl home to
introduce to his parents.
He couldn't help it that he wasn't as romantically inclined as his three brothers and
only sister. Wasn't there usually one in every family who went the opposite way from
everyone else? It didn't bother him in the least that, in his family's case, he was the odd
one out the one who didn't want to settle down in a permanent relationship.
"Mum, you know I'm your black sheep," he said, putting an arm around Linda as
they walked to the dining room. "But you have to admit that my social life is the only
thing you could complain about. In every other way, I'm the perfect son," he joked, giving
his mother a kiss on her forehead.
"I complain about some of your friends and I complain that you don't want a steady
girlfriend. So that's two things I'm not happy with, not just one," Linda retorted.
"Aww, but you love me anyway."
This time his mother rolled her eyes at him. But she had a resigned smile on her
face.
"Hello all!" he said to everyone squeezed around his parents' big dining table. He
went around to give the women a kiss on the cheek and the men a pat on the shoulder.
Everyone was there: his parents, his sister Faye and her fiancé Ray, his twin brothers
Riley and Bradley and their girlfriends, and his older brother Kane and his girlfriend
Jasmine.
Seeing Jasmine brought back memories of the night he'd had with a beautiful,
chestnut-haired woman with expressive brown eyes. Phew, last night was easily one of
the most incredible nights he'd ever had. Just thinking about it made him hot and
bothered. If Ari Mitchell wasn't Jasmine's friend, he wouldn't think twice about
propositioning her for another tumble or two.
But experience had taught him he couldn't remain friends with girls he'd had sex [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]