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“Hate me all you want, beautiful. I’ll still make you come.”
Above all else, guard your heart,” I recited to Rowdy’s bent head. I could have sworn he stiffened as if he knew what I’d say next. “For everything you do flows from it.”
“You demand things from me I’m not ready to give, but you’re so good at making me want them too—so much sometimes that nothing else matters. But then…then you make me feel like a fool for feeling that way, and I’m lost all over again. I know what I said before, but I lied, Owen. I don’t think I can give you my body without giving you my heart too.” Rowdy was still as if bracing himself for what I would say next. “But you said it yourself. You’re not interested in that part of me, and I couldn’t trust you with it even if you were.”
“Let me know if you have any more trouble,” I told her quietly. And then, not so subtly, I squeezed her ass, earning a glare from her. “It doesn’t matter how small; I want you to come and get me. It doesn’t even need to be work-related. Anything you need, and Daddy will make it happen. And Atlas?” I gripped her chin when her stubborn ass looked away. “Only me.”
“I’d miss you,” he told me. “And if you left, I’d follow you. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than on your bumper, Dream.”
From the moment she’d tried to kill me in a jealous rage three nights ago, I decided I was ready for a girlfriend, and I wanted that girl to be Dream.
This girl, man. She was so damn innocent it made my dick hard as a brick.
You old enough to be her daddy bro
“You’re fucking your own daughter!”
WOWZERS
Grief, after all, makes you do things.
I mean, damn, little girl. I couldn’t get rid of you fast enough when you were born, but you can’t seem to
take the hint. I gave you up, which means I don’t owe you shit. Do us all a favor and go back to where I left you.”
Yikes on bikes!
“What if we were fated, Owen, but not meant to be?”
“Then I’ll keep you anyway.”
“I understand, Professor. I used to think grief made you do things, but love…”
“Love will have you follow it into the depths of hell if that’s what it takes.”
We can’t live in the gray. We don’t belong here.
“In the case of twenty-year-old Atlas Beck, Owen Wray…you are not the father!”
If this experience had taught me anything, it’s that a little darkness was necessary to survive in this world.
