He looks at me. I’m an open book, like he says. He doesn’t need to look any further than my face to understand what I need from him. Not a want, but a need, like air for my lungs.
He claims my mouth in an urgent kiss. I’m drowning, gasping for air, and Bobby’s kiss is my next breath, my lifeline. He kisses me until my lungs are ready to explode. I’m panting. My hair is fisted in his hand. My panties are soaked, and my nipples are little points pressing against my T-shirt. They ache to be touched and tasted.
Bobby breaks off the kiss, and it leaves this void in my heart. It’s like losing Carlos all over again, and I can’t stand the emptiness.
I press my mouth to his and slide the tip of my tongue along the seams of his mouth. Open, please. Fill the emptiness inside me. Bobby opens to me, and I whimper as I sweep my tongue inside his warmth and sweetness.
I missed this. Missed his touches and his kisses. Bobby comes to me in my dreams. The memories of his hands on my body and his mouth on mine haunt my nights, and I can’t sleep. I have to touch myself and come. It’s the only way I get relief and get him out of my mind.
I kiss him. He kisses me back. We’re out of breath. Panting. I touch the head of his cock again with my saliva-soaked finger, and he drops his forehead on mine and groans. I grind on his erection as he kneads my ass cheeks. We go on and on with our fingers, hands, and mouths, unable to get enough of one another.
After what seems like hours of making out, we break apart. He’s breathing hard. I’m lightheaded.
“I’m still unhappy you didn’t tell me who you were the moment I gave you my name.” I run my finger over the jagged line across his right eyebrow. He did tell me to call him on his jerk behavior, and he was a jerk for leading me on.
He stops the caress and brings my finger to his lips.
“Be disappointed in my shitty behavior. I deserve it.” He drops a kiss on my fingertip. “I was a selfish prick. I wanted you, and telling you who I was would’ve had you giving me the middle finger.”
He’s wrong. “You’re not selfish or a jerk. You looked out for me and treated me better than any of the college guys I’ve come across.”
He picks up my hand and drops a kiss dead center on my palm. I stare, losing my train of thought. Bobby and his tender kisses . . . “You’re right. I’d flip the middle finger. Not at you but to this unspoken rule that I can’t talk to my best friend’s older brother or my older brother’s rival from their high school days.”
He tucks pieces of hair behind my ear. When he speaks, his voice is soft, tinged with a different emotion. “We did more than talk, sweetness.”
Bobby surprising me at the end of my shift. My arms wrapped around his chest as we watched the sunset. His face pressed to my sex as I lie on the leather seat of his truck with my palms flat on the door. What he can do with his tongue and warm mouth. And his thick fingers pumping in and out of my core . . .
“We did, didn’t we?” Heat blooms across my face and chest. My lips lift at the corners.
“You okay with that? No regrets?”
“None, Bobby.”
“Fuck, sweetness, I love it when you say my name.”
I stare into sea-glass eyes that shine with happiness. What did Bobby say about happiness when I said my plushies make me happy?
He’s onto me.
Bobby cups my face. “Happiness is important, and we should get it when and where we can. Are you happy, Ever?”
I am, and that tells me I’m in deep shit.
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I bypass his question. What makes me happy will bring Bobby pain. Ty made it clear I’m not to see a guy in my last year of college, or else he’ll tell Dad.
Crap, what do I do? Do I see Bobby in secret?
The thought fades as quickly as I thought it.
I can’t. Not after being with him in public, and how good it felt for everyone to see we’re a couple. Bobby is my guy, and I want to shout that truth to the world. Then, how do I ensure my father doesn’t send his men after Bobby and his business?
Like he knows where my thoughts have wandered, Bobby grasps my chin and tips my head up until I’m meeting his gaze. “Tell me what’s bothering you and I’ll make it better. I promised to protect you, remember?”
How could I forget? His protection is his death sentence.
