Free Zoe & Dylan: The Sons of Dusty Walker by Jodi Redford Page A

carried her to the downstairs bathroom. He kneed the door behind them, leaving it open a crack.
    “I don’t think he knows how to count to fifteen minutes,” she whispered.
    “I’ll take my chances.” He sat her on the vanity and slid his palms underneath her top. With an easy flick of his fingers, he unclasped her bra and closed his hands around her breasts, massaging their weight. His thumbs rasped over her nipples and she arched toward him. He met her halfway, his tongue thrusting past her lips. The kiss was just as commanding as the one they’d shared moments ago, and a hundred times hotter in intensity. She shivered, melting against him.
    He hiked up her skirt and cupped her pussy through her panties. The gesture practically screamed the word mine . Swallowing hard, she stared into his eyes before fumbling with the buttons on his fly. Finally she released them and rucked the denim low enough on his hips to free his cock from the snug confines of his briefs. He yanked her panties down and flung them aside before leaning over her. He leaned his forehead against hers, his ragged breaths chasing hers. “Put me inside you.”
    Stroking the velvet steeliness of his shaft, she guided him to her pussy. Once he eased past her opening he took over, pinning her hands to the counter. He surged to the hilt with one smooth, breath-stealing thrust. He bottomed out and flexed his hips, retreating. Biting her bottom lip, he pumped his hips again, plunging deep. Over and over, he kept up his relentless pace, until the cramped space was filled with the sound of their wet, slapping flesh. She was strung out on the ecstasy, his pistoning cock and animalistic growls pushing her closer to the point of detonation.
    He wrapped her hair in his fists, the sting adding another layer to the sensory overload. With her own hands now free, she clutched his shoulders. He overwhelmed her, in every way possible. The possessiveness of his touch. The oh so glorious hardness of his cock tunneling inside her. The compelling heat of his gaze searing into her. There was no way she could ignore the insistent shimmer of rapture sweeping her up.
    It hit her like a freight train. If not for the sudden press of Dylan’s hand over her mouth, her scream would have brought down the house. Instead she bit his palm and shook through the riptide of pleasure. He thrust one last time and his expression went shuddery. The sight—along with the throbbing of his cock inside her—was enough to prolong the shockwaves of her orgasm.
    For endless moments they slumped against each other, their racing pulses in perfect sync. He eased his hold on her hair and leaned in to kiss her. She caressed his jaw. “Are you going to Vegas?”
    He expelled a breath. “You’re the stubbornness woman alive.”
    “Is that a yes? Because it’s hard to tell.”
    He slid his hand to her nape. “Yes. But ya better believe that when I get back I’m gonna rock your world six ways to Sunday. It’s gonna put what we just did in here to shame.”
    “Mm, somethin’ to look forward to then.”
    She was going to have a little world rocking in store for him too. There was no way she could tell him about the baby tonight. If she did, he’d never go to Vegas and continue living his dream. And that’s exactly what she needed him to do.
    Because Dylan Walker had always been her dream. And she’d slay these demons—one by one if she had to—in order to keep him by her side.

CHAPTER NINE
    “Excuse me, Mr. Walker, but you might want to put your seatbelt on. The pilot is going to be landing us in about fifteen minutes.”
    Dylan nodded at the attendant before doing as suggested. He glanced out the window at the distant lights of the Vegas strip, but his mind was a million miles away. Okay, more like thirteen hundred and fifty miles, give or take.
    Unease brewed in his gut. The sensation hadn’t abated from the moment he and Zoe stepped out of the bathroom. Meaning it’d been his constant