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Just once, I wished someone else would make a goddamn decision so I didn’t have to think so fucking much all the time.
This spring had passed in a blur, kicked off by an accidental homicide that my idiot cousin, Aly, and her boyfriend committed.
learned all her sounds, studied the way she made herself climax. It might have seemed obsessive, but it wasn’t; it was strategic. One day, I would use everything I’d learned against her, make her come faster than anyone else had, convince her that my hands and my tongue and my dick were made to get her off. I wanted her to crave me, need me.
Was it manipulative? All kinds of messed up? Absolutely. I didn’t give a single, solitary fuck.
What was it about a guy kitted out in motorcycle gear that was such a turn-on? Was it the badass stereotype? The fact that so many bikers had been depicted as rebels without a cause in film and TV? Or was it the anonymity of the helmet? Anyone could be underneath that thing, and I’d always had a bit of a mask kink.
Taking a deep breath, I turned her back around to face the wall, whispering into her ear, “Only for you, Lo.” And then I dropped to my knees.
On the other hand, I did want someone that willing to explore their sexuality with me, I did want someone who spoke so openly about what they wanted from life, and I especially wanted someone who was quick to apologize and make amends when they fucked up. These things spoke of a person with depth, like-minded openness, curiosity, and self-awareness. Someone with drive.
She’d stopped giving a fuck five years ago, when Nonno died, and now spent her time living for the shock and discomfort of others. Age disgracefully was her motto. I wanted to be her when I grew up.
“Just tell me that you’re having lots of it. I loved your grandfather more than anything, but my biggest regret in life is that I wasn’t a complete skank before I met him.”
“I hope you’re sowing your oats now.” Her eyes fluttered shut, and a look of grief washed over her face. “One penis. For fifty years, Lauren.” She blinked and met my gaze. “Learn from my mistakes. Be a slut while you still can.”
I don’t want to clip your wings, Lo. I want to see you fly.”
“That’s me, a real gentleman. Grab her hand in the streets and her hair in the sheets.”
I’d learned to bite my tongue because fighting had never made it better, but it sucked to always have to be the bigger person.
She was my match, my queen, and I would spend the rest of my life worshipping her like one if she let me.
“Does that mean I have your heart?” She nodded, cheek rubbing over my chest. “Be careful with it this time.” “I’ll guard it with my fucking life.”
Moira’s gaze shifted between us, smile widening, like she was actually happy about this development. “It took you two fecking long enough.”
No way in hell was I subjecting her to his censure again, and I wouldn’t go anywhere she wasn’t welcome with open arms.
