“Appreciate it.”
I move to the bar beside him, gesturing to Wrench’s prospect. “Two beers,” I order. He immediately complies as I tuck Raven into my side to wait. I boop her nose, making her laugh and turn away. She’s so fucking cute, even more so whenshe’s sidled up to my side under my arm. Is it weird I want her to touch me always?
“Shit,” Whiskey comments quietly. “I just realized who she is. She’s the little ballerina who got hurt years back, isn’t she? The one from the local news article?”
My brows furrow, my muscles automatically locking up at the image of her hurt, racing through my mind. “Uh, when did this happen?” I ask him, but then, when I notice she’s watching us, I offer a grin and decide to introduce them properly. He may’ve seen her dance down the road, but I know for a fact she’s never spoken to any of my brothers outside of the strip club. The strippers have promised they’d tell me if it ever happened. Not that I’m acting like a stalker or anything, I just have to make sure she’s all mine and these asshats don’t go flirting with her.
“Hey, doll, nice to meet you,” he says to Raven.
He dropped the previous comment like a bomb on me, and by not finishing, it’s making me wonder what the fuck he knows.
He continues, breaking me from the current torment of wondering what else there is I don’t know about her. “Don’t let this one dance with you, he’s terrible,” he teases, making her laugh. It’s quiet, but I can tell she’s not freaking out around him. This reaction is good because I want her comfortable enough around my brothers that she won’t mind coming here with me and hopefully staying with me as well.
The prospect sets our bottles on the bar in front of us, and I hand her the beer, then bust out in my best running-man and sprinkler dance moves. The next time I look over, she’s laughing so hard she’s gasping for breath, with tears leaking from her eyes. “I’m pretty sure I did that better than the originals,” I comment, making her smile so widely her cheeks probably hurt.
“You had me concerned you were going to need mouth-to-mouth after that demonstration,” she mutters, and I can’t help but chuckle, tugging her away from the bar toward the backdoor. I notice everyone’s gaze on us as we pass by, but hopefully she doesn’t. I don’t want her feeling on edge in any way or out of place because she’s a new face around here.
“I’m always down for mouth-to-mouth with you,” I comment, wanting to distract her, but it’s also the truth. I’m hoping we do plenty of it later, too.
We get outside, and I quickly introduce her to every brother or woman we pass on the way to the fire pit, but I can’t shake the feeling of wanting her all to myself. I’ve missed her every minute this past week I was away from her, and now I only want to spend time with her and no one else. I grab one of the miniature-sized blankets the ol’ ladies around here call a ‘throw’ that I know is clean and take it with us.
“Smore?” I offer when we pass by a tray full of them. I grab one for myself and one for her.
“I love these,” she says, lighting up and happily takes it. I should’ve kept it and fed her, but I don’t want to be smothering. I eat mine in two bites, catching her wiping chocolate bits on the sides of her lips with her fingers.
“Mm,” I hum and swoop in for her hand, quickly sucking at each bit of chocolate on her fingers before she can wipe them on her pants or whatever. When I pull her hand back, releasing the fingers I sucked clean, her cheeks are tinged pink. There’s an easiness about her tonight, so I’m confident she enjoyed it as much as I did.
Once I’ve led us to the opposite side of the fire, I plop down on the biggest tree stump, spreading my legs wide and tugging her onto my lap. The sun’s completely set, the sky littered with stars. It’s dark enough now, allowing the flickering flames from the oversized fire pit to dance across her stunning features. The night breeze sends a jolt of cool air our way, making Raven shiver, so I spread the throw around her.
On bated breath, I ask, using two fingers to carefully guide her face until she’s looking at me, so she doesn’t miss my question. “You okay on my lap?”
“I don’t want to be anywhere else.”
“Good answer,” I mutter, not able to hide my pleased grin. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful; did I tell you that yet today?” We’re close, my face in the glare from the light, so she can understand me. I never want her to feel like she’s missing out on anything, especially when it comes to me. I need her to know everything and never feel like she has to adapt in any way for me because she’s deaf. It’s me who will do whatever I have to; she doesn’t ever have to worry.
Her head tilts a touch, her gaze pinned on me as if I hung the moon, and I love every fucking minute of it. “How are you this sweet? You make me think this isn’t real life, that I’m dreaming.”
“I’m one hundred percent real, and I’ll prove it to you every single day.”
Her lip wobbles, the dreamy smile fading as she grows serious. “Why are you so nice to me? I’ve never met a man like you before.”
“That right there is exactly why, shortcake. I never want you to meet a man like me. I want to be the only one.” With my confession, I lean in, taking her lips with mine.
She meets me halfway, her mouth just as eager to be on mine. The kiss starts slow and careful, but it quickly melts into so much more. My hands move to cup her face—one on her jaw, the other weaving into her hair to cup the back of her head. Her hold on my shoulders tightens as she wiggles closer to my body until we’re pressed up against each other in every spot we can be in this position. Her skin is warm and smooth under my touch, my own cheeks blazing from the desire curling through every inch of my body.
I want her unlike I’ve ever wanted another woman in my entire life. It’s too soon for me to be so transfixed with her, but I can’t help myself. It’s like I don’t have a choice in the matter, and our passionate kiss only proves it further as I find myself completely lost in her, in the way she tastes, smells, and feels in my hold. I’m obsessed; there’s no other word for it, and I’m absolutely not going to fight the feeling.
Raven is meant to be mine; there’s not a doubt in my mind.
She pulls away slowly, tenderly resting her forehead against mine as we both breathe deeply, attempting to catch our breath after our blistering kiss. “Wow,” she whispers so quietly I nearly miss it, relishing in her being this close to me that I can nearly taste her air.
I shake my head, my forehead lightly bumping against hers as I do. “I know. It hit me hard, too.” I admit, helping her as she twists toward me fully, adjusting so she can straddle my waist completely. I draw in a quick breath as her hot little pussy comes to rest directly over my jean-clad cock. Suddenly, the kiss and the warm fuzzies aren’t the only sensations I’m having, as Mr. Goliath-Long-Shot-Big-Dick himself comes to life once more for her, ready to have his own party in her pants.
Of course, I’ve named my cock like every self-respecting man out there has. I may even have more than one name, but who can blame me, it’s a big dick. You’re not going to not name a huge dick more than once if you have the chance, trust me.
Staring at her right now, I know she’s my future, I can feel it in my bones. The realization brings me both a sense of comfort and apprehension because I will literally do anything for her. She already owns me body and soul, but I will expect the same from her. It may take time to get her to where I am, but I can be patient.Sometimes.Okay, only when I fight, but it still counts. She’s different.
We’ve had one true night together, almost two if you count my birthday. Regardless, it was enough to solidify how I feel about her. I was already completely taken with her from the moment I first saw her, but to be inside her like I have? I’m a goner. Tossed in the towel and called it for what it is, KO, and I’m the one down. I can only hope she’s on the ground beside me when it comes to her heart.
