Legacy by M.A. Foster

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Dylan

Katie sits in the passenger seat of my truck, our hands clasped together and resting on her thigh as she stares out the window.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask.

“How persuasive you are.” She turns her face to me, and my heart skips a beat.

“Sometimes you gotta play dirty to get what you want.” I grin. “I was very close to pulling you into the bathroom and bending you over the sink, but it wouldn’t have been enough. I want you naked and in my bed.” It’s all I’ve been able to think about for the last week.

Katie inhales sharply through her nose. “What if I hadn’t been there tonight?”

“I’m not following.”

I knew she’d be there. I was there for her. When I got to Vanessa and Liam’s house, Vanessa explained that Katie is a little timid and she didn’t want her to feel awkward or put on the spot, so she invited the others. Which, to be honest, turned out to be pretty damn entertaining. I honestly don’t remember laughing that hard since Zach’s bathroom bang story. Of course, Cole and I will have to take that story to the grave, because I don’t think Jay will find it as funny.

“Sex.” She turns her attention back to the window. “I mean… I think I’d be okay with us hooking up, but we’d need to set some ground rules.”

“You think you’d be okay?” I huff. “What does that mean?”

“I told you I’m not good at this.” She tries to pull her hand away, but I tighten my hold.

Clenching my jaw, I take a quick left turn and an immediate right, pulling into the circular driveway behind my building.

“This is nice,” Katie says, taking in the lush landscaping.

The front of my apartment faces Heritage Boulevard with two parking spots at the curb. The back of the building mirrors the front, except that it looks more like a house with a paved driveway and two one-car garages on each side of a bush-lined walkway that leads up to the entrance.

Climbing out, I move around to the passenger side and help her out before locking my truck. I lead the way to the back door and slide my key into the lock. Opening the door, I gesture for her to go first and follow her inside, closing it behind me.

“How many apartments are in this building?” Katie asks as she steps into the foyer.

“Just two. Alex stays in the other apartment when he’s in town. My grandmother owns the property and the building, so she gave me an apartment as a graduation gift.”

Unlocking the door to my apartment, I push it open before taking her hand and pulling her inside. I push the door shut and lock it, then take her purse and toss it on the side table.

Turning to her, I cup her face. “That night in London was the hottest sex of my life. I woke up with the biggest smile on my face and you were gone.”

“I—”

I cut her off with a kiss.

“I meant what I said. I can’t stop thinking about that night—about you. That night might’ve started out as a hook-up, but we both know it was more than that. I don’t want just sex. I’d like to get to know you, and I want you to know me. But right now, I really want to take you to my bed and do very dirty things to you.”

Bending at the knee, I toss her over my shoulder.

“Dylan.” She laughs. “What are you doing?”

“I’m taking you to my bed.” I smack her on the ass, and she moans.

Oh, I’m gonna have fun with her.

Stepping into my room, I flip the switch that turns on the bedside lamps. The room is bathed in a soft light, but it’s more than we had in London. I want to see everything. The way her pretty eyes roll back when I bury my face between her legs. The pink sting from my hand on her pale skin as I pump into her from behind.

Setting her on her feet, I grab the hem of her half-sweatshirt and whip it over her head. She reaches behind her to unfasten her bra, and the straps slide down her arms. My gaze falls on the scar down her arm, starting just below her shoulder and stopping just inches from her elbow.

I noticed it that night in London, too.

“What happened?” I ask softly as I trail my index finger over the scar.

“I was in a car accident several years ago,” she says, and by the tone of her voice, the topic isn’t up for discussion.

I push the subject aside and focus on her round, perky tits and pale pink nipples staring me in the face.

I dip my head, sucking the soft peak into my mouth. She gasps, cradling the sides of my head, holding me to her chest as I flick my tongue over the hardened tip before moving to do the same to the other. Releasing her nipple, I press a kiss between her breasts.

Katie toes off her shoes, then shoves her sweatpants and panties down to the floor and kicks them to the side. She slides back on the bed, her knees bent and hands at her sides.

I still can’t believe she exists.

“You look good in my bed,” I say, huskily as I pull off my boots, and a coy smile plays on her lips.

Reaching behind me, I fist the back of my T-shirt and yank it over my head, tossing it on the floor. “Show me that perfect pussy,” I instruct as I strip out of my jeans and remove my socks.

Her legs fall open, and my mouth waters as I crawl up from the end of the bed, push her thighs apart, and devour her. She gasps, her hands fly to my hair, nails scraping over my scalp as I flick my tongue over her clit. She rolls her hips, desperate to come as I alternate between licking and sucking. Curling my arms around her thighs, I push my tongue into her heat, and her breath hitches. Pumping her hips, her inner walls pulse as she rides my tongue, until her movements become shaky. Her grip on my hair tightens and I know she’s about to come. I brush my thumb over her clit, and a pleasured moan rips from her throat.

Her body shudders as I kiss the inside of her thigh, then another to her mound. A small scar on her lower abdomen catches my attention.

“What happened?” I whisper, pressing a soft kiss to the scar.

“Dylan,” she pants. “Not now.”

Crawling up her body, I reach out and pull open the top drawer of my nightstand to grab a condom.

“The fuck?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Hold on.” I climb out of bed and walk into my closet to check the pockets of the bag I’d taken to London. I remember unpacking when I got home and tossing the empty condom box into the garbage. Only now do I remember that I’d packed the ones from my nightstand because they were all I had, and I’d used them all on Katie.

Dropping the bag on the floor, I head into the bathroom and begin digging through the drawers, hoping for a miracle.

“Dylan,” Katie calls out.

I stand at the threshold between my bathroom and bedroom and shove a hand through my hair. “We have a problem. I’m out of condoms.”

She sits up in the bed with her back to the headboard. Tucking the sheet under her arms, her brows dip as she seems to be warring with her thoughts. “Are you clean?”

I pause at her question. I’ve never had sex without a condom, and honestly, I never planned to until I was either in a serious relationship or married. As much as I love and adore Willow, our family doesn’t need any more surprises. I’d like to be the one to do things the traditional way.

“Yes.” I move over to the nightstand and pull out an envelope with the results from my last test back in September after I ended things with Elaina. No matter how wild things got between us, I was always careful. Slipping the paper from the envelope, I pass it to Katie. “I’m clean.”

“How convenient,” she says dryly.

“Where else would I keep it? On my coffee table?”

She snorts as she opens the paper and looks over my results before passing it back to me. “Well, this just got awkward.”

“No it didn’t.” I drop down on the edge of the mattress. “I’m not a pussy hound, Katie. I left that behavior back in college. My door is not revolving. This is my space, and I don’t let many people in it. I don’t do drama. I don’t play games. I like simple and honest. I had the test done after my last sexual relationship ended back in September. I haven’t been with anyone else but you.”

She heaves a breath. “I’m covered. Before you, I hadn’t been with anyone in years.”

“Why?”

She lowers her gaze and brushes her fingers over the sheet. “It’s not something I like to talk about,” she murmurs. “Let’s just say my last relationship ended badly. I keep my circle of trust very small, and since we’re being honest, the only reason I’m here is because you’re technically not an outsider. My best friend considers you family. She trusts you, so I trust you.”

Leaning over, I press a soft kiss to her lips. “Thank you.”

I climb on the bed and put my back against the headboard. “Come here.”

She moves to straddle my hips, her heat pressing against my hard dick. A groan rumbles in my chest as her light blue eyes lock with mine. She’s so damn beautiful and sexy. I watched her tonight at dinner. She’s friendly but not overly chatty. She laughs when something is funny. She engages in conversation, giving her full attention when someone is speaking, and she loves her friends. But she’s guarded—afraid of being hurt—just like I am.

“Tell me I’m not the only one who feels this pull between us,” I say.

Goose bumps pebble over her skin as I run my hands up her bare thighs, over her hips, and up her smooth back.

Cupping my face in both hands, her icy blue eyes flick over mine. “You’re not.”

Pulling her body flush to mine, her breasts pressing against my chest, I tilt my head and seal my lips over hers. Her mouth parts and my tongue dips inside, sliding along hers. Her mouth tastes like wine and a hint of chocolate we had for dessert.

Katie rocks her hips, rubbing her slick pussy over my dick, and my eyes roll back. The deeper the kiss, the faster she moves, moaning into my mouth, her hard nipples grazing my chest.

“I don’t want to come like this,” I whisper against her lips. “I need to be inside you.”

Placing a hand on my shoulder, she lifts and I position my cock at her entrance. Her mouth parts and her eyes roll back as she slides down, taking me all the way inside.

I inhale a sharp breath, my jaw clenched. “Fuck,” I grit.

This feels too fucking good. I won’t last.

I dig my fingers into her hips as she moves over me in slow, steady strokes until she finds her rhythm. Arching her back, she braces her hands on my thighs, rolling her hips, and hell if she’s not the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

Leaning over, I pepper her soft skin with open mouthed kisses before sucking a nipple between my lips, dragging my teeth over the hardened peak before moving to the other one.

As much as I want this to last, the sensation is too much.

Moving my arms around her back, I pull her body flush against mine, anchoring her to me. With our foreheads pressed together, our eyes locked, mouths parted, I tilt my hips, hitting her deep.

“Oh,” she breathes, her nails digging into my back.

Her icy blue eyes gloss over, her mouth parts with a silent cry as her orgasm rolls through her. Her body shudders as she pulses around me.

Rolling us over, I push her legs back, opening her up, before sinking back into her heavenly pussy, watching as my cock pumps in and out of her body.

“So good,” I groan.

Dipping my head, I bite down gently on the soft skin of her neck just below her ear eliciting a deep, breathy moan. Digging my knees into the mattress, I hook one of her legs over the crook of my arm, sinking deeper. Her hands move to my ass, her nails biting into the flesh as I alternate between thrusting and rolling my hips.

“Dylan,” she cries out as she tightens around me a second time.

“Open your eyes, Katie,” I growl as that familiar tingling starts at the base of my spine. “Let me see you come.”

Her mouth falls open as another wave of pleasure crashes over her, this time dragging us both under. Covering her mouth, I kiss her hard, groaning against her lips as I come inside her.

* * *

“Yesterday, I had a meeting with Marvin and Tom Van Doren and some guy named Peter,” I say, trailing my fingers over her bare back. “I kept it pretty brief. Told them what I had in mind for Mac’s. I mentioned that I’d met you in London and was impressed by your work. I asked them to consider you for the project. Marvin said you weren’t available.”

Her soft laugh is humorless with a tinge of anger. “That’s because they fired me today.”

I stop moving my fingers. “What? Why?”

She shifts in my arms and props her chin on my chest. “Peter the Prick—that’s what Gabbi calls him—was my supervisor and mentor. He’d been working with the Sullivans for a few years. Tom gave me the Abyss project, and Peter seemed proud to let me spread my wings, but when Cooper requested me for the Bliss remodel, Peter got in his feelings. He made a shitty comment suggesting I was offered the job because Cooper had the hots for me and not because I was actually good at my job. Gabbi left with Cooper that night, which confused the hell out of Peter, but that little stunt backfired,” she says with a hint of annoyance. “Peter saw us on the elevator that night in London. When you requested a meeting with the Van Dorens, Peter expressed his concern to Marvin that I was being inappropriate with clients. Basically, I’m whoring out myself and my friends for work.”

My stomach dips. “Did I get you fired?”

“Peter got me fired.”

A moment of silence stretches between us before I ask, “Are you going to fight it?”

She closes her eyes briefly, and exhales harshly through her nose. “As much as I loved my job, I’m done with that place. Tom wrote me a nice letter of recommendation, and truthfully, he’s the only one I’ll miss. Marvin is an asshole and Peter can fuck off. I’m going to see if I can get some freelance work.”

“Let me hire you,” I insist.

“Wouldn’t we just be proving them right?”

“Would you rather I hire Van Doren?” I ask, brows raised.

“No.”

“Who cares what they think? I want to hire you because I like your style and I think you’re good at what you do. This project is a beast, and you’ll make a lot of money.” She opens her mouth, but I cut her off. “Hear me out.”

“Okay.” She turns her head to rest her cheek on my chest. “Tell me about this project.”