He winks, and suddenly, we’re sharing an inside joke.
“Making you my priority is the only way I’ll get to know you down to the little things that make you laugh and cry the hardest. I’ll know intimately every curve of your body. Will know exactly how to touch and taste you. I aim to satisfy you so well you’ll orgasm only on my command.”
God, he’s cocky, and my sex throbs.
I glaze over his comment about making me orgasm multiple times and focus on the genuineness in his words and the sincerity on his face.
“I don’t want to hang up.”
“I’m not asking you to. Keep me on the line. Fall asleep to my voice. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
My throat tightens. My eyes water. It’s so nice to be seen. To have someone here, even if he’s not physically here, to be a comforting presence in the loneliness of my life, surrounded by my friends, Ty, and his crew.
“Bobby?”
“Yes, sweetness?”
“I could fall for you.”
There’s a deafening silence followed by an intensity that flows from him to me through the phone screen. I reach for the other pillow. I’ve overshared.
Oversharing. Overthinking. I do so much of it when I’m with him. Then he asks a question that flips my world off its axis.
“Is that a yes?” His voice is low and husky with an undercurrent of possession.
I know what he’s asking, but I need to hear him say the words.
“Yes to what?” My heart pounds against my rib cage. The air is sucked from my lungs, and I’m lightheaded with anticipation.
“Yes to being my girl.” Bobby moves the phone closer to his face. All I see are his sea-glass eyes.
What is it about me that he likes enough to choose me over any of the gorgeous women from the nightclub? Ty’s given me the lecture about older men.
Not only are they after body count, but he said they pursue younger women because they can mold them into what they want and take advantage of their inexperience.
Does Bobby fall into that category?
I’m not inexperienced or naïve, having been with a man ten years older than me since I was seventeen. Carlos didn’t fall into my brother’s category of POS older men who preyed on young girls.
Carlos was sensitive to my young age but recognized my maturity and what I’d gone through for a young person. My father wasn’t physically around, Ty had his own challenges in life, and I’d mothered a drug-addicted mother. Then Mom died, and my life spiraled out of control.
I’m reckless and impulsive, and I feel lonely in a crowd, but these emotions aren’t guiding me to my answer. It’s the bloom of warmth spreading across my chest. Happiness. I smile. I’m happy when I think about spending time with Bobby.
“I am yours.” My heart beats out of control. My vision narrows. He’s all I see.
Bobby’s eyes darken with possession. His gaze dips to my mouth. I swallow down my fear and anxiety, followed by an inhale and exhale of happiness and desire.
It’s done.
I’ve sealed my fate.
12
EVER
I wake to my alarm and Bobby staring at me from his phone.
“Were you watching me sleep?” I cover my yawn with my hand. I must look like a mess.
