Revenge #4 by JJ Knight

up and ride him at my own pace. The hunger rises up inside me. I drive myself down hard against him, until I’m coming again. This orgasm is so big, it swallows me whole.
    When I’m finished, I fall against his chest. My arms are limply at my sides, and I’m not moving. He’s still thick and hard inside me.
    After a moment, he starts moving underneath me, angling his hips to slide in and out.
    The room is still dark, but I can make out the faint outline of his face. His teeth glint. He’s smiling.
    “What are you grinning about?” I ask.
    He rolls me onto my back and keeps rocking against me. He’s deeper now that he’s on top again. I wrap my legs around him, aching to feel him deeper still.
    “Am I grinning?” he asks. His gritty voice wraps around me in the dark like a blanket.
    “I can see your teeth,” I whisper.
    “I guess it’s because I’m having the best day of my life.”
    “A million dollars doesn’t hurt, does it?”
    He snorts. “I’ll just throw it on the pile with my other millions. I told you, Jess, I’m happy because of you.”
    His rhythm falters, and his body tenses. He grunts about not being able to hold back. I hang on tight as he buries himself in me.
    His whole body is hard, all tense muscle. He cries out, a primal sound that seizes me.
    When he’s done, he rolls onto his back. He pulls me in to rest my cheek on his outstretched arm.
    “You killed me,” he says, his voice relaxed yet scratchy. “I think I died for a minute.”
    “Was that dirty talk? About having millions? I don’t get it.”
    He keeps chuckling. “Do you want to play Truth or Dare?”
    “Truth,” I say.
    “Okay. Truth. Remember how I said I used to work for my family business, in construction?”
    I remember the dinner he had at my house, with my roommates. He talked about his family being in construction. He wouldn’t go into the details, no matter how much Amanda tried to pry.
    “I remember,” I answer.
    “Well, the reason I was able to hide away in a cabin for a whole year is because we’ve done okay.” He chuckles some more.
    “Stop laughing. This isn’t funny. I’ve been so stressed about you getting the contract with Morris. Are you telling me you didn’t even need it?”
    “Of course I needed it, Jess. We all need a reason to keep living. We all need dreams, and not just the ones that come to you at night. We need our daytime dreams, those imagined futures to keep us looking forward instead of back.”
    “So… it’s always been about the music? Not the money?”
    He lifts his arm to bring me in for a kiss. “Music was my lifeline, until I met you. Now you’re my lifeline.”
    The sweat on my skin is evaporating. I shiver as my skin contracts under his words.
    After a moment, he says, “You’re sleeping over, right?”
    “Of course.”
    “Let’s have a shower and order more room service.”
    I murmur in agreement. He says we should get up from the bed or risk falling asleep. I agree, and follow him into the elegant hotel suite’s bathroom.
    We decide on a bath, in the big tub.
    More room service arrives, and Dylan pours me more champagne while he cracks open a beer.
    We sit in the bath together, talking about album titles.
    I smile and have fun with him. We joke around about bad puns involving the word wolf.
    I don’t say anything to him about the photos in my bag, or the questions on my mind.
    If Dylan was already rich, why would he work with a sponsor? Is Q actually working for him, and not the other way around?
    Is Q even a real person?
    Dylan’s dark brown eyes dance with mischief. He blows sudsy bubbles at me across the tub.
    I can’t ruin tonight by accusing him of lying to me.
    But I do need to know a few more things. First thing in the morning, after I’ve sobered up, I’m going to ask.

Chapter 14
    Dylan snores.
    It’s not a mighty rumble, but definitely a snore.
    I wake up early Saturday morning and watch him sleep.
    After a while, I stick my fingers in his