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Let him. You’re mine, sweetness, and no one, I mean no one, will come between us. You are mine to protect.
If my brother doesn’t hurt him, my father’s men will. My stomach knots. “Put me down.”
“Not yet, sweetness. Two weeks is too long not to hold you.”
He jostles me higher with both arms under my butt like a giant muscled sling, and I find myself staring into gorgeous sea-glass eyes that had shone like jewels before my head blocked his face from the sunshine.
There are beads of sweat along his forehead, and leaning into him, I catch a whiff of his masculine scent tinged by an odor I can’t put my finger on, but it’s unpleasant.
I wrinkle my nose.
His eyes crinkle in the corners.
I edge away from the odor that clings to his clothes, but the smell doesn’t stop me from taking in how his short-sleeved black compression shirt outlines his broad shoulders, pecs, and six-pack abs. Or the way his black denim hugs his hips and clings to his long legs.
The black on black would draw any hot-blooded woman’s eyes to Bobby’s jet-ink hair, gorgeous blue-green eyes, and inked neck and full sleeves.
I’m angry with him for deceiving me and suspicious of his interest in me—he knows Ty, and Ty is seeing José, who is Carlos’s younger brother—but I admit Bobby didn’t lie about who he was. And it wasn’t Bobby’s lies that led to our deal of five grand in overdue tuition for one day and one night. It was my lie that spurred him on to make the bargain in the first place.
I’m the bad person for lying to him, for manipulating him with the lie that had him giving me a solution. The only bad thing he did was come along for the ride. In fact, he agreed to living out my fantasy when he could’ve said hell no.
It doesn’t matter what shape or size they are. He likes them all. Joey’s words from the day I found out who Bobby was hit me like frigid water to the face. The pictures Joey showed me were as recent as the week before Bobby put his arms around me from behind and asked me to have a drink with him.
I let go of Bobby’s neck and cross my arms. “You lied. I’m not the only woman you propositioned inside your nightclub. I saw the pictures. A different woman. A different car.”
“My life before you. You’re the only woman I’ve approached. The others propositioned me. I didn’t take them home. Slate cockblocked me and drove the women back to the club or dropped them off at their places.”
“That doesn’t make me feel any better.” It does. “I heard you sold all your cars except for the motorcycle and the pickup truck we made out in.”
“I want to make new memories, and with you.”
“So, you sold your cars because . . .” I trail off and wait for him to say the words I’m hearing in my heart.
“The memories inside those cars aren’t from us, and fuck if I have you sitting where another woman’s sat. Us”—he points to him, then to me—“that’s it for me, Ever. From now on, you are it.”
He jostles me higher and dips me back toward the ground. Panic hits me in the chest. My arms circle his neck. Bobby locks his gaze on mine and winks. That butt! I swat his shoulder. “You did that on purpose.”
“Everything I do has a purpose.” He straightens.
Cocky some?
I release my hold around his neck and cross my arms. He does the same jerk move, and my arms are around his neck again.
“I can go all day like this, sweetness.” He looks deep into my eyes. His eyes shine and crinkle at the corners. My anger disappears, replaced with curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat. I told Bobby I have nine lives. How many lives do I have left?
“What was the purpose of your using my hose?” I return us to the reason he’s in my backyard.
He doesn’t answer right away. Bobby is purposely letting the silence stretch on. I’m already imagining his thick hose going in and out of my throbbing, pulsing core as he and I take in how well we fit.
My legs would be wrapped around his thick waist. He’d slide his palms under my ass cheeks. We’d look down between our bodies and watch him move in and out of my slick, tight core. Or I’d rest my heels on Bobby’s shoulders while he interlaced our fingers and held my hands above my head. His thrusts would start off slowly.
I’d take his slow thrusts before I begged him to take me fast and hard. He’d listen. Oh God, would he. Skin would slap skin, the noise echoing off the bedroom walls. The headboard would hit the wall, and sweat would glisten along his forehead, upper lip, and chest.
Needing him to be inside me to the hilt, I’d bring my knees to my chest and he’d pound into me, crushing my petite frame with his large, muscular one until we came in a quiet explosion of need. Then spent and satisfied, Bobby and I would hold one another and share tender kisses until the innocent kisses heightened into a fervor that only another round of lovemaking could quench.
Bobby finally answers me, first with a smirk that can only be described as too sexy for his face, before he uses words. “You watched me handle that hose and got all hot and bothered, didn’t you?”
