Maybe then… I'd get to taste every inch of her.
Maybe then… I'd slide my cock into the warm, wet recesses of her body and drive us both out of our minds.
Maybe then… I'd wake up with her in my arms.
Maybe then…
“Until then, I’d appreciate it if you’d give me some space, Lynx.”Her eyes were sincere.“Ineedyou to give me some space.”
I knew when to concede and now was definitely the time.The woman was giving me hope.Whether or not she intended to honor that, I couldn’t say, but I could hold out until then.
After all, what was ten more days?Little did she know, but my divorce would be final in ten days.Sure, it seemed like an eternity to me, but I knew it wasn’t.
I stepped back and allowed Reagan to get into her truck, the door making a godawful creaking sound when she closed it.She watched me the entire time and I knew she was battling the same desires I was.If she would simply give in…
Then again, maybe this was what we both needed.It gave me an idea.
“Hey,” I called out as I tapped on her window.
I waited as it lowered.
“What?”
“Meet me at the diner for breakfast tomorrow?”
She frowned.
“Come on, girl.You gotta eat.”
Reagan huffed.“Not gonna happen, Lynx.”
“It was worth a shot,” I said with a smirk.
I knew it would take time, but the woman would eventually give in.I understood that I needed to prove myself and I would.Easy fucking peasy.
“’Night, Lynx.”
I tipped my hat as she rolled up the window.I watched as she backed out of her spot, then I headed over to my truck.
Half an hour later,I was pulling out of my driveway with Copenhagen riding shotgun.
“Sorry, buddy,” I told my dog.“Looks like another night in the truck.”
Until someone proved to me that Reagan wasn’t in potential danger from that crazy bastard after Amy, I was going to sleep in front of her house.I didn’t give a shit how long it took.She might not want to give me the time of day right now, but I wasn’t about to let anything happen to her.
So what if I had to deal with a crick in my neck in the morning.
As far as I was concerned, Reagan was fucking worth it.
Reagan
I knew Lynx was out there.
I heard his truck when he pulled up last night.
It should’ve given me the peace of mind to allow sleep to take me.
Unfortunately, I'd slept for shit, dreaming about the man.And they certainly hadn’t been bad dreams, although I was starting to question my sanity.
