and suddenly I want to protect both her and Ally.
“She’s gorgeous, just like her mom.” The words come out low, barely audible.
“Thank you.” Her eyes lock over mine. Ally holds me hostage with her gaze, and I want to wrap my arms around her, tell her everything will work out.
A quiet moment passes between us. Every cell in my body wants to lean in and kiss her, but it seems like the scrapbook has grown two sizes, and a part of me wonders if she’s using its girth as a barrier.
What the hell.
I lean in and she reciprocates. Her hot breath sweeps over my lips like an erotic sensation meant to torment rather than please. I open my mouth and dive in only to fall into the void she created by moving away.
“I can’t kiss you,” she whispers.
“Why not?” She didn’t seem to have a problem doing a whole lot more than kissing last night, but I don’t remind her.
“You’re you .” She shrugs as if that alone is enough to qualify a rejection. “You know…you’ve got tattoos and probably a piercing I can’t see. You have one-night stands with dancers .” She says that last part as if it is the invisible line in the sand.
My mouth falls open at the verbal massacre of my character with nothing more than a shallow assessment—not to mention the fact she was the dancer. And she knows damn well I don’t have a piercing.
“You always so quick to judge?”
“Don’t get testy,” she snips. “I waited twenty-four hours to judge you.”
“To my face.” I give a wry smile. “But then again you were too loaded to argue about my tattoos last night. By the way, you gave your oral approval of the one on my chest for a half hour straight.”
Her fingers fly to her mouth.
“Okay.” She closes her eyes and tries to compose herself. “First, I’m not trying to insult you. I simply mean that you and I are both from the wrong side of the tracks, and two wrongs don’t usually make a right.”
“Are you shitting me? What kind of math are they teaching at Garrison anyway?”
“I just think we shouldn’t get involved any more than we did. You should find a nice girl, and I should find a nice guy. We need someone who’ll refine us. You know, show us there’s more to life than gentlemen’s clubs and an RV filled with rifles and hypodermic needles.”
“Are you saying I’d drag you down?” I really didn’t need the clarification, but I want her to zero in on the insult.
She averts her eyes while settling her hips from side to side, driving me wild in my Levi’s. Little does she know she’s ten times more enticing now that she’s put down my social standing as a means of playing impossible to get.
“I’m saying it would be easier for someone else to raise us up. Face it, Morgan, we’d just hold each other to the bottom.” She brings her scrapbook to her lips and presses in a kiss. “And believe me, nothing good ever happens down there.”
I think I see what’s stung Ally so badly that she’s given up on finding love in her own backyard. Something tells me she’s been to the bottom and has no plans on diving back. Little does she know assholes come in all shapes and wallet sizes.
Ally just needs the right person to show her a relationship can work on both sides of the tracks.
I’m betting all Ally Monroe needs is someone like me.
The sun sets in bands of pink and gold as Ally and I make our way to the Della Argento restaurant where Cruise and Kendall wait to meet us. I made it a point not to unload a single box, but Ally put in the elbow grease and had the back of my pickup empty faster than her brother could manage a ten-dollar heist.
“You look nice,” I say as we make our way inside. Ally did a quick change into a short black dress. Her long blonde hair sweeps down her back, her legs rise to the sky, and my boner is in the midst of a revival just looking at her. Hate to break it to my dick but I have a feeling Ally’s girl parts don’t want to be held down by it tonight or
“She’s gorgeous, just like her mom.” The words come out low, barely audible.
“Thank you.” Her eyes lock over mine. Ally holds me hostage with her gaze, and I want to wrap my arms around her, tell her everything will work out.
A quiet moment passes between us. Every cell in my body wants to lean in and kiss her, but it seems like the scrapbook has grown two sizes, and a part of me wonders if she’s using its girth as a barrier.
What the hell.
I lean in and she reciprocates. Her hot breath sweeps over my lips like an erotic sensation meant to torment rather than please. I open my mouth and dive in only to fall into the void she created by moving away.
“I can’t kiss you,” she whispers.
“Why not?” She didn’t seem to have a problem doing a whole lot more than kissing last night, but I don’t remind her.
“You’re you .” She shrugs as if that alone is enough to qualify a rejection. “You know…you’ve got tattoos and probably a piercing I can’t see. You have one-night stands with dancers .” She says that last part as if it is the invisible line in the sand.
My mouth falls open at the verbal massacre of my character with nothing more than a shallow assessment—not to mention the fact she was the dancer. And she knows damn well I don’t have a piercing.
“You always so quick to judge?”
“Don’t get testy,” she snips. “I waited twenty-four hours to judge you.”
“To my face.” I give a wry smile. “But then again you were too loaded to argue about my tattoos last night. By the way, you gave your oral approval of the one on my chest for a half hour straight.”
Her fingers fly to her mouth.
“Okay.” She closes her eyes and tries to compose herself. “First, I’m not trying to insult you. I simply mean that you and I are both from the wrong side of the tracks, and two wrongs don’t usually make a right.”
“Are you shitting me? What kind of math are they teaching at Garrison anyway?”
“I just think we shouldn’t get involved any more than we did. You should find a nice girl, and I should find a nice guy. We need someone who’ll refine us. You know, show us there’s more to life than gentlemen’s clubs and an RV filled with rifles and hypodermic needles.”
“Are you saying I’d drag you down?” I really didn’t need the clarification, but I want her to zero in on the insult.
She averts her eyes while settling her hips from side to side, driving me wild in my Levi’s. Little does she know she’s ten times more enticing now that she’s put down my social standing as a means of playing impossible to get.
“I’m saying it would be easier for someone else to raise us up. Face it, Morgan, we’d just hold each other to the bottom.” She brings her scrapbook to her lips and presses in a kiss. “And believe me, nothing good ever happens down there.”
I think I see what’s stung Ally so badly that she’s given up on finding love in her own backyard. Something tells me she’s been to the bottom and has no plans on diving back. Little does she know assholes come in all shapes and wallet sizes.
Ally just needs the right person to show her a relationship can work on both sides of the tracks.
I’m betting all Ally Monroe needs is someone like me.
The sun sets in bands of pink and gold as Ally and I make our way to the Della Argento restaurant where Cruise and Kendall wait to meet us. I made it a point not to unload a single box, but Ally put in the elbow grease and had the back of my pickup empty faster than her brother could manage a ten-dollar heist.
“You look nice,” I say as we make our way inside. Ally did a quick change into a short black dress. Her long blonde hair sweeps down her back, her legs rise to the sky, and my boner is in the midst of a revival just looking at her. Hate to break it to my dick but I have a feeling Ally’s girl parts don’t want to be held down by it tonight or
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