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by
A.L. Jackson
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February 25 - February 28, 2024
“I’m not sure, Dakota, but if you are? I promise I will take care of you. Protect you.”
“Why?” “Because protecting you is what I was created to do.”
“We each have our own lives, Ryder.” I forced it out around the tumult. His teeth ground. “You are my life, Dakota.”
“You deserve everything. Had once thought I’d be the one to give it to you.” What?
“I think I know what you need. I’m the one who knows you best, remember?”
“Earth shatteringly beautiful. You make the world stop spinning every time I look at you.”
“Do I want you to? I’ve been dying to feel that sweet mouth around my cock for years. You don’t have the first idea how fucking bad I want you, do you, Dakota? How many times I’ve imagined you just like this, getting ready to wrap those perfect pink lips around my dick?”
“Would love you every day of my life if I could, Dakota.”
“The entire day, Dakota. The entire fucking day I was thinking about you. Couldn’t get you off my mind. Not for a second.”
“Warning you, Cookie. You don’t want to go looking at me like that.”
“You’re looking at me like you want me to wreck you, too.”
“I keep trying to stay away from you. Don’t think I know how to do it any longer. Don’t think I can.”
“I want to be the guy who’s pleasing you. The one who’s making you come. Over and over again. I want to make you beg my name.”
“I went after them because I couldn’t have the one woman that I wanted. Because I knew I would never be worthy of you, Dakota. Because I knew I’d never be good enough. And I’m still not, and here I stand, a fucking bastard for even thinking about touching you.”
“Look at you,” I said again, voice so low. “Do you see what I see? Because what I see is this fuckin’ stunning woman who’s got me so hard I can hardly think straight. So twisted up, I might black out. A woman who walks into the room and every head turns, drawn to her beauty.”
“Told you last night that you’re the one who’s had me on my knees, Dakota. A beggar at your feet. Do you get it now?” “Yes.”
“I love you, Dakota. I’m gone for you. Since I was twenty-two fucking years old, I’ve been gone for you. Since you became the one thing in this world that could soothe the ache inside me. Since you became the reason to look beyond my circumstances. Since you reminded me of the good things this world might have to offer.”
“You saved me, Dakota. Saved me when I was lost. When I’d given up. And I keep trying to push you away because I know I don’t deserve you. But I can’t do that any longer. I can’t fucking deny that you are the one thing in this life that I’ve been living for. You are the light breaking the darkness inside me. And I’m begging you, please don’t walk away.”
“Cookie,” I murmured. “Tell me I’m not too late. Tell me you still love me, too.”
“Because this is the way we’re supposed to be, Dakota. You were meant for me. You’re mine, Cookie, mine.”
“At the thought of another man touching you? Fuck yeah, I’m jealous, Dakota. Then you had to go rubbing it in. You’re really trying to drive me out of my mind, aren’t you?”
“Carrying my woman to my bed, where she belongs.”
