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Rumor has it that bunnies tend to multiply quickly.
“Did you know your sister was my first kiss?” I say, sharing my favorite memory. “What? When?”
“That last summer. It was right up there, actually.” I point to the tree fort. “I always thought she had a crush on you.” My stomach gets queasy, it still hurts when I think about her for too long. “Yeah. I had a crush on her too.”
I want someone who will bang me like a screen door in a hurricane. Loud, hard, and often. Nothing too crazy, just passionate. I want to feel wanted by someone.
“When you meet someone that makes you feel something again, it hits different,” he says.
It really does.
Pussy is everywhere, chemistry isn’t.
“God, you’re something else, you know that? You are suuuch a good girl when you use your words.”
“So, I’m dead?” “Basically,” Jack answers, leaning back in his chair. I turn to him. “Can I be made undead?” “Nope. We gotta kill you now. Needs to match the paperwork.”
That innocent crush I had as a kid is not so innocent anymore, especially now that I’ve been in her bed. I can taste her and still feel the way she came around my cock if I think about it long enough.
Lonan takes off his sweatshirt, and when he pulls his fully tatted left arm out, a silent curse leaves my lips. He’s definitely nailed the bad-boy-next-door look. I, too, want to nail the bad boy next door. Again.
He leans his head down to my ear and whispers, “How does it feel to be home?”
“You only feel scared because you’re doing something really brave. It’s going to be okay. If you ever need anything, just ask.”
“You’re enough for me. In any capacity.” I lean forward to bring my lips to the shell of her ear. “Just because I get a lot of attention, doesn’t mean I give mine away as freely.”
You have no idea who you’re playing with, Princess. I can’t wait to teach her my bark will always be followed by a bite.
“Huh. Maybe we should check your box back there labeled ‘tools’?” I motion my thumb behind me and cock my head to the side. She freezes and slowly turns around. “Don’t open that box.” We stare at each other in silence before her eyes get big. “Oh my God.” Her face pales. “The box fell over. I put everything back.” “You touched my sex toys!?” she screeches. I furrow my eyebrows and play dumb. “Toys? I thought you said they were tools?” Slack-jawed, she faces the windows with a palm across her forehead and mutters, “This isn’t happening right now.”
“Sweetheart, you are smart and sexy and deserve whatever it is you want, but there’s no fucking way Nate is getting a shot before me.”
“You can yell at me all night long, but you’re going to look me in the eye when you do it. Allow me to be perfectly clear. You will never be a one-night stand for me. There’s more to us than that. We have history.” “Oh my God. Lonan, we were kids—those times don’t matter. I hardly remember anything more than that day in the fort.” Hot tears brim my eyes. This is so humiliating. He keeps peeling back my layers and peeking underneath. “I remember!” He stabs his finger into his chest. “I remember enough for both of us. Do you want me to prove it? You triple-knotted your shoelaces for good luck.
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strap was always twisted. You were scared of ladybugs, but not spiders—which is really fucking strange, by the way. You dreamed of becoming a marine biologist when you grew up. When we played house, you made yourself the armadillo—yeah, armadillo—every goddamn time. You had the coolest rock collection. Oh, and your favorite ice cream flavor was cotton candy.” The muscles in his neck are taut, and his glare bounces between my eyes. He releases a breath. “And I know you feel something when I kiss you. I feel it too. Don’t you dare try to claim otherwise. We are good together, Bridget.”
“Christ, you’re even pretty when you cry,” he says, irritated.
“If you don’t want to explore this, that’s fine. But don’t waste your time on some asshole that will probably buy you frozen fucking yogurt instead of what you really want. Don’t waste your time on vanilla. You deserve the mint chocolate chip.”
“Yes, you can. Show me how you make that sweet pussy come all over your fingers. I want to see how pretty you look when your tight cunt is stuffed with every inch of me. You’re going to milk every fucking drop
out of this cock. Look how hard I am for you. Come on, Gray. Show me what a good girl you can be.”
“This changes things, Little Bird. It might not be tonight, but this thing between us isn’t going anywhere.”
Bridget is like a cyclone. I don’t know what she’s thinking or what direction she plans to take. I could be in her path of destruction and not even know it until it’s too late. All it would take is one rogue move for her to rip me apart. After today, my feelings for her have more depth. I thought watching her get off would be hot—and it was—but it was also emotional, seeing her work so hard to please me, trusting me, and baring her insecurities with me. It was a big step for her.
She’s this strange enigma, a Venn diagram of trust and lust—two things I’ve never had at the same time before. Two things I know for sure, is I share a past with Bridget, and I want to share a future too.
Happy 30th Birthday, Little Bird. There are so many memories I want to make with you. See you soon. -Lonan
Closing her eyes, she nuzzles to push me deeper and angles herself to accept all of me. Goddamn.
“That’s right, show me how much you love this. I wanna see you make that perfect pussy come again while I’m buried in your throat.”
“Look how wet you are for me. Still think we’re just friends, baby?” I nip at her lower lip. “I promise you. We will never be just fucking friends. You can try to lie but your sweet pussy”—I apply pressure to her clit—“is begging to be more than friends.”
“Are you just my friend when you’re riding my cock like it’s made for you?”
As she comes, her stare bores into mine. In this moment, I would do anything for her. The connection between us sends me into my climax. I love her.
It’s rare for a marriage to withstand the loss of a child for obvious reasons. But somehow, they got lucky. Theirs did.” They have something unique. Their love is unshakable. That’s the love I want with Bridget.
Jack has been fairly silent throughout this whole proposition. Big-brother talk in 3 . . . 2 . . . “Is this for real?” See? “Yeah, man. It’s real. I haven’t told her I love her yet because your sister has major fucking trust issues, but I do. I would marry her “dead” or alive. Obviously, I didn’t plan on it happening this way, but if all it’s doing is moving up the inevitable, so be it.” “Just . . . think this through first, yeah?” I decided to marry Bridget when I was eight. I don’t need to think anymore.
“Your to-do list wasn’t the easiest, and I didn’t get everything . . . but”—he drops one of my hands and points to the largest addition where the bed sits—“I added on to make it bigger, and there are garden boxes outside where we can plant—and I quote, ‘all the good vegetables and none of the gross ones.’ “Your skylight to watch the stars.” He points above, and sure enough, there’s a skylight I had yet to notice.
“Do you like-like me, Bridget?” The smile on my face grows. “I like-like you. Is this the part where we kiss?” I finish his cute bit. He chuckles and drops a small bite onto my neck. God, I’ve missed this. He brings his mouth to mine, and his tongue laps at my lower lip, seeking entrance
to my mouth. My hands find the edge of his shirt and slide underneath up to his chest, where I draw my claws down his stomach. My need twists tighter and tighter. His kiss is patient and slow, and torturous. “The last time I was kissed here, it was you giving me my first kiss.” He tilts my chin up, and I stretch on my toes to meet his lips, but he pulls his head back. I try to shuffle back, but his arm keeps me locked in place. Instead, he searches my eyes, clearly lost in his thoughts—I would give anything to hear what he’s thinking out loud. He clears his throat. “Can I give you your last
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“Bridget Hayes.” My hands are shaking in his. “Will you marry me?” I steal this moment for myself. Memorizing every word from his mouth. Every fleck of gold in his eyes. That incredible smile—the one that makes me ache. I imagine a life with him, getting married, going on a honeymoon, and making love from sunrise to sunset. Starting a family. Watching him become a father. Teaching his kids to skate. I think of the fights and the make-up sex. The good and the bad. Seeing him spend the rest of his life loving the woman of his dreams. I want all of that for him with every part of me, but I can’t
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“I would have fucking married you whether you were going to leave or not. Hell, we would probably already be married if you had never gone missing.”
“Because, you and me, we are goddamn inevitable. You just haven’t realized it yet!”
“Darling, you were made for me. Look at you, even now you give your body to me so freely. But why is it that the second I ask for your heart, you shut down? Do I need to make you fall in love with me again? Is that it?”
“Lonan, I love you,” I choke out. “You are incredible. You’re funny and charming and thoughtful . . . so damn thoughtful.” I wince, looking around the room to observe his hard work.
Micky: Just don’t give up on her. Give her some space and let her figure out her shit. I know you care about her, but she needs to be cared for a little differently. She’s special. I know how special she is. Taking a break from her will not come easily. Especially when we’ve been living together for weeks. But I’ll play the long game if that’s what she needs.
Even after he said he loved me to my face, I rejected him when all I truly wanted was to allow myself to give him that same love back.
This gala will only end in one of two ways: really good or really bad. I’ll finally see firsthand whether there’s a chance for us. I can’t make her choose me, and I wouldn’t want to. I want to get back together because she wants to. Because she sees a future with me and realizes she can’t live without me as much as I can’t live without her. And she needs to come to that conclusion all on her own.
Seeing her with Nate pisses me off. Her gaze meets mine and she inhales deep. That’s right, baby. I’m the one that takes your breath away. Not him.
“Nothing. What’s the deal with her and Nate?” “I dunno. But considering she’s paying more attention to you than him, I’d say it’s nothing of concern.”
He looks back toward my date. “So . . . is this you giving up, then?” He seems pretty annoyed that I came here with someone else. I laugh. “Hell no. I told you, she’s it for me. I’m just giving her space to figure that out for herself.” He purses his lips and nods slowly. “I see. You’re trying to expedite the process with jealousy. Bring around a bunny so you can woo my sister. Makes perfect sense.”
mean, when you put it that way . . . “You’re a fucking idiot,” he says before walking off. He’s not wrong.
As fate would have it, our tables are next to each other. She’s in my line of sight and it’s hard to keep my eyes off her. She looks incredible. In the middle of my gawking, Nate whispers something to her. Whatever it was, she wasn’t into it. I cock my head and narrow my eyes. I know we’re playing this little tit for tat, but seeing her next to him is bad for my blood pressure. He can play pretend all he wants, but his date is going home with me.
