Dealing With Him

V

After a tour around the house, Brianna recommended that I rest. It was only an hour or so before my behaviour would change and I would become a s****l harasser (in Dylan's point-of-view it wouldn't really be harassment).

I entered the guest room. It had a queen-size bed with purple silk blankets neatly folded on top with black nightstands and dressers. A television was drilled into the wall and right beside it was the door to the washroom.

"So," Brianna said and watched me from the door as I got settled in. "Are you going to be okay? I have to get your stuff with Owen so you're going to be here with Dylan for a bit, all right?"

I nodded my head and snuggled into the silky blankets, sighing as I began to feel tired.

It only felt like I was asleep for a second because when I woke up, my eyes shot open as I felt a warm feeling of tingling throughout me. It wasn't like a couple of hours ago when it was painful and torturous -- it felt pleasurable.

It travelled from my chest to in between my legs and a low whine left my lips.

Would I be out of this room by now if Brianna didn't lock the door from the other side?

Most definitely.

The whining continued until it was as if the feeling was causing moans to leave my lips.

Well... there's only one option.

Slowly, I brought my fingers to my lips and licked them until they were moist. Then, I brought them down my body and was about to get out of this feeling when I heard a light knock at the door.

"Are you okay, love?" Dylan's voice asked.

I huffed.

"Can you come in here?" I asked back.

Dylan chuckled, "No can do. I have an order from your friend to keep you in here."

My eyes went wide and a grin formed on my face.

"So, you have the key?" I asked hopefully.

"Yep."

"Then open the door and give me company."

I heard him sigh and I waited for the door to open... it never did.

With a groan of annoyance, I walked to the window and pushed it open. The warm September air blew in my face and a smile grew on my face. I stepped onto the roof and went to the top, taking in the sight of the sun setting over the trees that surround our giant territory in the distance.

Ha... they thought I would be stuck in there. Idiots.

"Where are you, Aria?" Dylan linked me and I jumped out of my trance.

How long have I been sitting up here?

"I needed some air," I answered and rested my chin on my knees.

Minutes later, I saw Dylan climbing up the roof. I could see him relax when his golden eyes met mine. He continued to come up the roof until he was next to me.

"Don't disappear like that," he said after a few minutes.

"Sorry," I said, not paying attention to what he was saying as I continued to stare into the pale pink sky. "How long was I up here for?"

"Two hours," he answered. "Maybe three."

I nodded.

"How are you feeling?"

I finally looked up at Dylan. A shadow was cast upon one part of his face while the other was shining brightly from the sun. It was needless to say that he was definitely a model.

"Better than I was before," I answered with a shrug. "I'm just waiting for my life to become a living hell for the next two weeks."

Dylan laughed and I couldn't help but smile. When he wasn't wearing his 'alpha mask', he was a much better person.

"It will only become a living hell if things... go downhill."

I laughed and shook my head. "Things only go downhill if you give in."

"I wouldn't mind that," he said with a grin and winked.

I felt my face grow warm and I looked away, biting my lip to stop from smiling.

Dylan lightly grabbed my jaw and turned my head so my blushing face was facing him.

"About the kiss," he murmured and his eyes cast down to my lips.

He didn't have to tell me.

I leaned in and pressed my lips against his, moving from where I was sitting on his lap. Dylan's arms went around my waist and my back arched slightly when he pulled me closer towards his body. Slowly, I lean Dylan backwards until his back against the roof tiling. Dylan's lips began to move faster against mine and Dylan's hands slipped through my shorts, squeezing my ass. A moan left my lips and Dylan took that as his chance to plunge his tongue into my mouth, covering every inch of it.

I could feel myself grow a need for more and I moaned as it travelled through me.

"It's almost seven," Dylan mumbled after pulling away from the kiss. He sat up and kissed my neck once. "Dinner's almost ready."

I nodded my head and stood up. My foot slipped and I fell, my butt sliding down the roof until I was falling over the pool. With a scream, I fell in the water. After a couple of seconds, I resurfaced and looked up from the pool. It was a long fall.

Dylan was laughing loudly, lying on the roof with one of his arms dangling off of it.

"It's not funny, asshole!" I snapped.

Dylan looked down at me, tears brimming in his eyes. With a chuckle, he jumped from the roof into the pool, splashing water everywhere. When he resurfaced, he pushed his dark brown hair out of his face.

"Better?" He asked with a smile.

I shook my head.

"You didn't trip and practically fall to your death," I grumbled and crossed my arms.

Dylan swam towards me and inspected me to make sure I wasn't hurt. I knew he was trying his hardest not to laugh and I pushed him away from me with a small smile.

"You're an ass," I stated.

Dylan chuckled and swam until he was in front of me once again, grabbing my thighs so my legs were wrapped around his waist. My arms went around his neck and he kissed my nose.

"I'm sorry, love," he said with a guilty smile.

I rolled my eyes but smiled nonetheless.

"You're going to need to do more than use words, alpha," I said with a grin and swam to the stairs, stepping out. I wrung my shirt out and quickly turned back to Dylan, and with a grin, I lifted my shirt over my head continued to wring it out before throwing it at him. His eyes were wide and his lips were parted as he watched me walk towards the house.

"Just don't forget about what you're missing out on while you're agreeing to not go near me," I told him with an innocent smile and walked inside.

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"Your friend's a b***h, Brianna," was the first thing I heard from Dylan as he got out from his shower and walked down the stairs. Owen, Brianna, Trey, and I were all eating dinner and turned our heads when we heard his voice.

"Thank you," I said with a smile, watching as he sat next to me. I ran my hand through his damp hair and Dylan playfully glared at me before sitting back with his arms crossed.

"Take in all of the sexiness," Brianna mindlinked me.

I rolled my eyes, saying, "You have a mate, Brianna. Shut up."

"So?" Brianna asked me. "He's not good-looking."

I laughed out loud and fell off of my chair, my stomach beginning to hurt as I continued laughing. Brianna rolled her eyes and continued to eat.

"What'd I miss?" Owen asked.

"She -- called -- you -- ugly!" I gasped out and continued to die of laughter.

There was a moment of silence and then running and screaming. Soon, it was just Dylan, Trey and me.

"Oh s**t," Trey said and I heard the chair scrape against the floor. "I have training in half an hour. I'll call you in a bit, Ar."

I nodded my head and watched him leave. Dylan was soon looking down at me and he extended a hand. I took it and was helped up to my feet.

"You good?" He asked with a grin and watched as I sat back down.

"Yeah," I breathed out, followed by a chuckle.

He sat next to me again and grabbed an empty plate, piling it with potatoes and chicken. I looked at the giant serving on his plate and smiled.

"The food isn't going to go anywhere."

He glared at me and I flicked his nose.

"Stop," he said and chucked a piece of potato at me.

I pouted and watched as he ate before an idea came to my mind and I grabbed the bowl with the potatoes in it, grabbing the spoon so Dylan would think I was grabbing some. I jumped up and dumped them on Dylan's head, running out of the room before he could react.

"ARIA!" Dylan roared and I screamed, running faster. "GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!"

"NO!" I yelled back and hid in a closet.

For nearly ten minutes, I hid there and heard Dylan making a ruckus downstairs. The closet door slammed open and I screamed as a liquid substance was tipped over my head onto me; Brianna's ice cream.

I sat on the ground, shocked.

"You had it coming, love," Dylan said and picked me up, carrying me over his shoulder.

I wiggled as he carried me to the washroom and turned the tub on.

"Have a shower," he said. "I'll clean everything up."

I frowned.

"No," I said and began walking away. "I'll clean it."

Dylan sighed and followed me downstairs where the giant mess.