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chicken.”
A small laugh escaped those full, kissable lips of his. I was making it a new goal of mine to make him laugh all the damn time.
Ethan
Dylan had already dived into the extra-large bucket of chicken before I pulled into the open field outside of McGhee Tyson Airport. I had to pull back a little. The way she was licking the grease off her fingers was causing my dick to stir. She wasn’t ready for that part of our relationship yet. And to be honest, neither was I. Whenever we connected like that again, I was going to be positive we were forever. My heart couldn’t take having her mind, body, and soul then having her walk away.
I put the Ford in park and twirled a strain of Dylan’s hair around my finger. She was fucking gorgeous. There would never be another girl for me. Dylan Summers was the one I wanted to make mine forever. But would she ever get past my family and learn to trust me? To be perfectly honest, I hoped she never remembered. “I like to come here and watch the sky and the planes.”
“I remember stargazing with you. It’s one of the few memories I do have.”
“Do you now?” I asked, kissing her forehead. She laughed, knowing she was getting to me. “I’ll have to take you back again.”
She nodded and started fiddling with the hem on her shirt. Damn, I missed those little nervous jitters.
“If I had the time, I’d lie in the bed of the truck all day and watch the planes coming and going.”
“E,” she whispered and sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. “I can’t lie in the bed of the truck.”
“I know, Privy,” I said and pushed down on her chin with the pad of my thumb causing her to release her lip from the death grip her teeth had on it.
“You do?” she asked and bowed her head, hiding her beautiful face.
I cupped her chin with my fingers and lifted up her face. “Babe, I know everything. That’s why I faced the truck forward. I’d never ask you to do something that would cause you pain or even give you a bad flashback.”
“How much do you know?”
I released the grip I had of her face and lightly kissed her lip. “Everything.”
“Sarah doesn’t even know everything. You must be very special.”
“I don’t know about that, but what we had was special.”
“Had or have?”
A small snicker coming from her chest startled me. I smiled when, out of the corner of my eye, I caught the grin she shot me. “Have. Always will.” I grabbed a chicken leg out of the bucket tucked firmly between her thighs. Lucky bucket. “Now, watch.” I pointed over to where a plane was taxiing the runway. Upon takeoff, it flew directly over the truck. The truck rattled and felt as if it was being lifted from the ground. Her mouth dropped to her chest, and her eyes widen. I busted out laughing.
“Does it always do that?” she asked in pure amazement.
I nodded my head and kissed the tip of her nose. I wish she would’ve been lying in the bed of the truck and felt her skin ripple over her body as it passed by. That was another small joy the bastard who was not good enough to be called human but I was forced to call brother, took from her. He didn’t only steal her innocence but so many small pleasures in her lif e . I often wondered had Jamie known what Dylan would end up meaning to me, would he still have attacked her. Hell, if I’d only known the future and never sent him to begin with.
She settled her head against my shoulder. I worked to keep the conversation light and free of drama. After a while, we finally settled into a comfortable silence, and Dylan fell asleep in my arms. The sight of her sleeping eclipsed any delight I got out of the planes, the sky . . . screw it, anything. I enjoyed having the freedom of simply watching her. I hated the oversized, baggy clothes she was wearing, but I knew her hip still agonized her at times. It was also a reminder of how I failed her once
A small laugh escaped those full, kissable lips of his. I was making it a new goal of mine to make him laugh all the damn time.
Ethan
Dylan had already dived into the extra-large bucket of chicken before I pulled into the open field outside of McGhee Tyson Airport. I had to pull back a little. The way she was licking the grease off her fingers was causing my dick to stir. She wasn’t ready for that part of our relationship yet. And to be honest, neither was I. Whenever we connected like that again, I was going to be positive we were forever. My heart couldn’t take having her mind, body, and soul then having her walk away.
I put the Ford in park and twirled a strain of Dylan’s hair around my finger. She was fucking gorgeous. There would never be another girl for me. Dylan Summers was the one I wanted to make mine forever. But would she ever get past my family and learn to trust me? To be perfectly honest, I hoped she never remembered. “I like to come here and watch the sky and the planes.”
“I remember stargazing with you. It’s one of the few memories I do have.”
“Do you now?” I asked, kissing her forehead. She laughed, knowing she was getting to me. “I’ll have to take you back again.”
She nodded and started fiddling with the hem on her shirt. Damn, I missed those little nervous jitters.
“If I had the time, I’d lie in the bed of the truck all day and watch the planes coming and going.”
“E,” she whispered and sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. “I can’t lie in the bed of the truck.”
“I know, Privy,” I said and pushed down on her chin with the pad of my thumb causing her to release her lip from the death grip her teeth had on it.
“You do?” she asked and bowed her head, hiding her beautiful face.
I cupped her chin with my fingers and lifted up her face. “Babe, I know everything. That’s why I faced the truck forward. I’d never ask you to do something that would cause you pain or even give you a bad flashback.”
“How much do you know?”
I released the grip I had of her face and lightly kissed her lip. “Everything.”
“Sarah doesn’t even know everything. You must be very special.”
“I don’t know about that, but what we had was special.”
“Had or have?”
A small snicker coming from her chest startled me. I smiled when, out of the corner of my eye, I caught the grin she shot me. “Have. Always will.” I grabbed a chicken leg out of the bucket tucked firmly between her thighs. Lucky bucket. “Now, watch.” I pointed over to where a plane was taxiing the runway. Upon takeoff, it flew directly over the truck. The truck rattled and felt as if it was being lifted from the ground. Her mouth dropped to her chest, and her eyes widen. I busted out laughing.
“Does it always do that?” she asked in pure amazement.
I nodded my head and kissed the tip of her nose. I wish she would’ve been lying in the bed of the truck and felt her skin ripple over her body as it passed by. That was another small joy the bastard who was not good enough to be called human but I was forced to call brother, took from her. He didn’t only steal her innocence but so many small pleasures in her lif e . I often wondered had Jamie known what Dylan would end up meaning to me, would he still have attacked her. Hell, if I’d only known the future and never sent him to begin with.
She settled her head against my shoulder. I worked to keep the conversation light and free of drama. After a while, we finally settled into a comfortable silence, and Dylan fell asleep in my arms. The sight of her sleeping eclipsed any delight I got out of the planes, the sky . . . screw it, anything. I enjoyed having the freedom of simply watching her. I hated the oversized, baggy clothes she was wearing, but I knew her hip still agonized her at times. It was also a reminder of how I failed her once
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