She pulls me into her, enveloping me in her scent, arms wrapping around my waist, and I hold her tight against me. I breathe in her vanilla shampoo before kissing the top of her head.
“We’ll figure this out together,” she says into my chest. We stay like this for I don’t know how long. It seems like we both need it. Just being together, knowing that we are in this messtogether, no matter what happens after. Knowing that she has my back when I’ve been on my own for so long has a weight lifting off my shoulders as she helps carry some of the load. I never imagined I’d have someone in my corner like this, much less Regan Brady.
Leading her back into my apartment, she sits on the futon as I grab beers from the fridge and sit next to her. She gladly takes the beer and takes a sip.
“What did your dad say about all this?”
She fiddles with the label on the bottle. “I didn’t tell him anything,” she admits. “I know he knows something is up, but I just couldn’t do it.”
I can understand that this subject could be awkward to bring up with her dad. There is a beat of silence before she says, “I visited my mom today.”
I perk my head up. She doesn’t talk about her mom too much. I know it still hurts for her to talk about. Just as it still hurts to talk about Daniel. But with Regan, talking about him hurts less, so maybe it’ll be the same for her and her mom.
“Yeah? How was that?”
“It was good. Healing. I filled her in on the whole situation. It really felt like she was there with me while I talked to her. It’s been a few years since I’ve gone to visit. It was just too sad. Now…”
“Now what?” I coax.
She shrugs. “Now, I feel like it’s all still sad, but I truly know she’s still with me. I know I must sound crazy.” She huffs a laugh.
I scoot closer to her, taking her hand in mine. “It’s not crazy. I’m glad you felt your mom’s support today.”
She smiles, and I really want to kiss her, but it’s not the time for that. “Did you want to stay for dinner? I can order pizza.”
“Pizza sounds amazing.”
I call and place the order, and while we wait, we playMario Kart with Regan kicking my ass the entire time. It’s nice to just hang out and be in each other's company. No expectations—just us.
When the pizza arrives, I open the box on the coffee table and grab plates and more beers from the fridge.
“You know, this isn’t bad considering it isn’t Modelo,” she jokes.
I clutch my hand to my heart in feigned shock. “Regan Brady enjoys a beer that isn’t Modelo, the horror.” I put the back of hand on my forehead, pretending to faint like a damsel in distress.
She hits my shoulder playfully. “Har-har. Stop being a jackass,” she giggles.
Damn, I love that sound.
“Ow! Watch it. I need these arms.”
“For what? Flexing for grid girls?” I can tell she’s joking, but I hear a bit of insecurity around the question. Though I’ve already told her how I feel, she is still working through her own. I won’t rush her to tell me. I have a feeling I’ll like it when she does.
“Oh, you know it. But mostly,” I lean over, wrapping an arm around her waist and lifting her up into my lap, “for holding you as close as possible.”
She takes in a sharp breath and flushes. She stares down at me with hooded eyes and licks her lips. “Yeah, that too.”
It comes out breathy and sexy, and my dick stiffens even more in my jeans. With Regan in my lap, I know she can feel it.
I push some silky blonde hair behind her ear and brush my fingertips down the side of her neck and down her back. She shivers at my touch. Damn, I love her. I can’t believe that I’ve fallen head over heels for her, but I wouldn’t change it for anything.
“Dean…” she says, her eyes already full of need.
I grab the nape of her neck and pull her in for a searingkiss. It’s not gentle, and I can tell that’s the way she wants it. I pull at the hem of her shirt, pulling it off and pulling the cups of her bra down, exposing her perfect breasts.
Fuck, her tits are perfect.
I take a nipple into my mouth and suck and play, and listening to the sounds that Regan makes under my touch as she starts to squirm makes me want to throw her over my shoulder and toss her on the bed. I keep teasing her instead until I know she can’t stand it anymore, then she stands in front of me, dropping to her knees.
