Badass In My Bed 3 (Badass #3) by Rae Lynn Blaise Read Free Book Online

and being less than that would crush my spirit. I need to be more, and he’s not able to give it.
    I can only take what he offers, but when he doesn’t even offer me his heart, the only thing I can take is Blaine’s offer—the one I already agreed to.
    I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to think of that now. I need to forget, need Dylan to make me forget. There’s one other thing he can offer, that I can take, to help me block out life for a little longer. “Remember that time in your hotel room?”
    “Which time?” He grins.
    “When we stood and you…”
    “Oh, yeah.” He flips me over onto my belly, pausing to stuff a pillow beneath my hips so my ass is in the air. “Mmm, baby.” He caresses my ass and backs up, cool air hitting my crack when he parts my cheeks for better access. His warm, flat tongue laps at my clit and takes a long swipe up to my pussy, continuing up to probe my puckered hole.
    God, it’s dirty and naughty and feels so fucking unexpectedly good I squeal in shock that he’s doing that.
    He licks faster and shoves a finger into my pussy, curling it to hit my g-spot while he lavishes my ass with attention. I want him there, inside of me. I want him everywhere, and I squirm against the pillow, grinding against it, frustrated by its lack of resistance.
    He grabs my hips, stilling them. “Sh, baby. I’ll take care of you. Relax.” He rubs the tip of his cock all over until it’s covered in my wet arousal and I’m losing my mind.
    “Please, I need you.”
    He shoves his cock into my pussy on one fluid motion. “I know what you need.”
    I spread wider and brace my hands against the headboard.
    Then he pushes the finger, still slick with my pussy, inside my anus, and my arms give out. As he fucks me, he keeps his finger sheathed, but presses down, increasing the amount of tissue his cock strokes with every thrust.
    Everything between my legs is an erogenous zone, throbbing in a slow, deep pulse he directs with his thick cock and the wicked finger he starts wiggling inside me.
    The fullness, the completeness, the overstimulation of it all makes my head spin and my nipples tighten into hard buds. Dylan strokes my back on the way up to my hair, where he wraps it in his fist and tugs. Hard.
    “I want you to pinch your nipple with your left hand,” he grunts as he plunges in and out.
    I do.
    “Mmm. I forgot how tight you are, baby. Now finger your clit with your right hand.”
    Oh, God, I can’t. It’s too much.
    “Yes, you can.”
    I said that out loud?
    He inches closer, rubbing the backs of my thighs with his quads. He lets my hair trickle over my back and down my sides, touching there too.
    He’s everywhere at once, and as soon as I touch my clit, I shatter around him, my pussy clamping down on his cock, my asshole seizing around his finger. I feel my cum drip down to my clit, soaking it, lubing my fingers like warm honey.
    I still and sag against the pillow.
    He pulls my hair. “I don’t remember saying you could stop.”
    Blackness clouds the edges of my vision. Can you pass out from coming too hard? But I smile into the mattress as I start moving my hand again.
     

 
    In the candlelight, Blaine’s cashmere sweater is the same shade of Dylan’s eyes. My heart squeezes, and I take a deep sip of wine and focus on my plate until I can breathe again.
    Three weeks later and the pain of our last goodbye still hasn’t faded, echoing inside the emptiness inside my chest like it’s a hollow cavern. If he’d only said he loved me… But he didn’t, I remind myself. This is my life now, and I have to get used to it.
    “How is the duck?” Blaine takes another bite of his squid-ink pasta.
    “Fine, thanks.” I put another bite in my mouth, barely tasting the dish he ordered for me. I hate duck, but what does it matter now? The flavor’s gone out of my life. Everything fades to background noise with nothing to focus on.
    These show dates are the worst. We get dressed up and go to the