My eyes move over his handsome features – thick long eyelashes against perfect skin – and my heart skips a beat. Over the years, I’ve seen those lashes droop when he got sad, trying to hide the emotions in his eyes from the world. I might not be as assertive as my siblings, but I’m not totally clueless and blind. For some reason, his slumping lashes cause a harrowing pain in my heart. Now even more than before.
I don’t want them to droop. From now on I will fight whatever is making him sad.
That is if we survive the day.
“You’re staring again,” he mumbles, eyes still closed. Damn him and his devil senses.
“I’m not staring, I’m drooling. There’s a difference.” He opens one eye and a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.
“So, you like my body?”
“Oh, yeah, I LUV your body, it’s the other parts of you I have a problem with.” He tangles his hand with mine. His other arm is now folded under his head and his face is rather close.
“You’ll get to love everything about me soon enough,” he goads, “You just need to get to know me better.”
“Okay, so tell me a secret not even Logan knows about.” Since I’m his girlfriend now, shouldn’t I know more about him than his best friend?
“A secret?” He furrows his brows as if conflicted. Then he touches that sexy little purple-blue stud in his ear. Will he tell me something real?
“This is my lucky charm.”
“Yeah, everyone knows that.”
“But they don’t know I started wearing it because of you.” Okay, that I didn’t know.
“Go on …”
“The stone is an Alexandrite … one of June’s birthstones.” And my birthday is in June. My heart swells. He got that stud the day of his first MotoGP race. I remember because my brothers teased him about it back then.
“I need one more secret.” I’m getting greedy, I know.
The frown dissipates and gets replaced by a smile. “Okay, I will trust you with something very important. Luke is not my brother. He’s my cousin.” I gasp. Not what I was expecting.
For a split second, I can see the vulnerability in his eyes before he puts up his shield again. But I’ve seen it … I know now that it’s there … and it pains my heart.
“My father had a younger sister, Sophia. She struggled with MND, but got pregnant with Alberto Garcia. Because of who he is, Luke was born in secrecy and immediately adopted by my parents. Sophia quickly deteriorated and died before Luke was even a year old.”
“Oh my gosh. That’s horrible.”
“Yes it is, but I love the little dude as if he is my own brother.”
“He is freaking cute.”
“More than me?”
“Hmm …”
His phone vibrates on the bedside table and he reluctantly lets me go to look at the incoming message. I notice Chloe’s name. He doesn’t even open it, just throws the phone back onto the table with a grunt.
“What’s the thing between you and Chloe?” I ask earnestly … not that I don’t trust him … cause I do … at least 80%. But I don’t trust her one-hundred-present. Okay, maybe I’m also a tiny little bit scared that he would return to his old ways.
“The THING between me and Chloe?” He pulls his brows up and giggles softly.
“Really?” he sneers, “Well, her dad is the CEO of Bear Inc. and they sponsor and make all our riding gear. Chloe is a pain in my ass I just can’t shake, no matter how hard I try.” He sounds pissed enough for it to be true.
“She plays a small part in some or other sitcom and thinks she’s the next Julia Roberts, so whenever she’s in town she tries to hang around me to gain publicity. It’s rather annoying.”
“Have you ever … you know … ” A deep laugh shudders his body and my vagina clenches in response.
“No, I haven’t had sex with Chloe. But I think Logan might have.” We lay in silence for a while, each one caught in their own thoughts. “I like the fact that you’re jealous.”
“I’m not.” It’s a lie … I am so jealous it hurts.
“Mel, I’m not going to screw this up … I want you to know that.”
“Really?” I look at him, biting my lip, knowing by now that it drives him mad. His eyes turn dark like wet leaves and then he tosses around and cradles me.
His lips come crashing down and all I can think about is that I’ll never ever ever ever EVER get tired of his kisses. My stupid mind gives up the fight and joins my body and heart, and I realize that all of me love Damion Grimm for real.
The problem is just that I don’t know if he loves me back the exact same. Yeah, I know he feels something for me but is it the real thing? Enough for him to let go of his badboy ways? I push him back and he complains with a deep growl; rolling over; pulling me with him.
“We have a date with death, Mr. Grimm, and you better get your sexy ass ready.”
“If this is our last moment, I want to remember it at least.” He puts his hand behind my head and forces me closer for another kiss while his hand travels under my shirt, and the other one moves down to my ass. I melt my body into him. His hands send those electric shivers up and down my flesh. This is so much better than any dream and I feel my body warming up. One hand plays with my breast and the other one runs up and down my leg inching closer to my heated, soaking vagina. My body arches all by itself and a mindless groan escapes my throat.
Oh, my decomposed soul this man knows how to get my libido into overdrive, and he knows exactly what he’s doing.
Then he takes his hands away, moans, and gets up – leaving me all wet and wanting – ready to give up my virginity.
“Are you gonna leave me like this?” I push out my bottom lip in a serious pout. My vagina is screaming and itching for his fingers. Or tongue. Coochie is not picky.
He gets a gigantic smirky grin on his face, eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Yes,” he says while he gets dressed, “If I don’t stop now I won’t be able to earnestly tell your brothers that I haven’t fucked their sister … yet.” He winks at me and I swallow down the lump in my throat. I’ve forgotten about those jerks. They’re probably going to show up at his parents’ house any minute now.
It was my idea to make them go there instead, thinking that his parents can help cushion the tempers, so to speak.
We walk hand in hand along the path toward his childhood home – the same path I used to ran away from him. But today there’s no sun seeping through the trees – the sky is misty and cloudy. Instead, the once happy cheerful greenery is covered with a mysterious mantle of somber spooky looking fog. Contrarily of the lush green waves, the grass is dull gray and even the small animals seem to be hiding away from this gloomy day.