Wanting You

Forever Mine - 1

by

Ryan Michele

To my husband: Thank you for your support and love. And I promise, you will always get the smallest piece of pizza.

1

Vann

The instant my car passed over the Alabama state line, I rolled the windows down in my jeep. I needed to feel the warmth of the air. It wasn’t that California wasn’t nice; it just didn’t have the same warmth as Alabama did for me. This was home. This was where I was going to get back all those years that had been lost and reclaim my life. I would get them back.

Cranking up my iPod, I began to tune out all the wayward thoughts swirling in my head. I knew I shouldn’t have left my mom the way I did, but it was necessary. Telling her the day I was leaving, that I was going home, was abrupt, but I knew she would try to talk me out of it. I wasn’t having any of it. It was past time to return home to my friends and the life that was ripped away from me.

Kinsley and Sawyer had been my best friends since kindergarten. We grew up totally inseparable. We were always there for each other especially when things got rough in all our lives. Not to mention all the shit that happened at school. They were the only two who I could depend on then and now. I could still vividly remember when they thrusted themselves into my life.

“Stop!” I yelled at the boy pulling my pigtails. He had been mean to me all morning. He even pulled my chair out as I was sitting down, causing me to fall. He laughed at me. Now … he won’t go away.

“Aww, are you gonna cry?”

Yes. I was. I wanted him to leave me alone.

“Hey! Get away from her!” A little girl’s voice caught his attention as he stopped pulling.

“You wanna be next?” he barked.

The little girl with light brown hair stood up close to him. “Try it, and I’ll show you what my brother taught me to do to boys who are mean to me.”

“What? A little thing like you?” He laughed.

The little girl lifted her leg, kneeing the boy. The boy grabbed in-between his legs and fell to the ground, yelling as he went down.

“Come on.” The two little girls pulled me away.

“Hi, what’s your name?” the small girl with long blonde hair asked me, holding hands with another little girl with light brown hair. I didn’t want to answer her or look at them. I just wanted to find my mommy. Why did she leave me in this place? I didn’t want to be at this weird building with the Cat in the Hat on the walls. I didn’t like it. “Come on. What’s your name?” she insisted.

Looking around, I saw no one and decided to speak for the first time all day, “I’m Savannah.” My voice was so quiet I really was hoping they wouldn’t hear and just go away.

“Hi. I’m Sawyer and this is Kinsley. We’re friends!” The little blonde girl, Sawyer, jumped up and down. I thought maybe she saw a bug, but when I looked on the ground, there was nothing but crumbs and food wrappers.

“I don’t have friends.” I’d spent all morning keeping to myself. I didn’t know the things the other kids were talking about like DS or XBOX. I had never heard of it, so I just stayed back and listened.

“You do now,” Sawyer said, looking at Kinsley.

“Come on!” Kinsley demanded. My heart began to race when they each grabbed one of my arms pulling me out to the playground.

From that day forward, the three of us were best friends. I missed them so much. I was able to sneak away a few times in college to get together with them, but hadn’t really been in one location with them for five years now. Ever since the summer before my senior year of high school, when my mom decided that we needed to move.

Excited to be heading back to Alabama didn’t do my emotions justice. Thrilled, ecstatic, over-the-fucking-moon was more like it. I knew that when I graduated college, I wasn’t going back to live with my mom. I couldn’t do it anymore. I missed my friends and Grams. But most of all, I missed Deke, the boy who I deserted all those years ago, when he needed me the most.

I knew he still lived in Cottonwood because Sawyer and Kinsley kept me updated on what was going on with him. I wasn’t obsessed—okay, that was a lie—yes, I was a bit obsessed with Deke. The way I left him had eaten at me for five years now. The guilt so powerful it had caused horrible anxiety attacks with bouts of depression. The meds I took helped, but never having that closure with him really bothered me.

I never told him bye, at least not face-to-face. I just couldn’t do it. I took the pansy way out and wrote him a letter telling him everything that I never had the guts to say to him in person. I left my cell number, email, and my aunt Tennie’s phone number, who we moved in with, but I never heard anything. He never returned any of my calls, texts, or emails and eventually I gave up. It gutted me that he cut me out. The pain was still as intense as that first day.

Following the GPS, I finally pulled into the driveway of our new home. I’d seen tons of pictures of it from the girls, but seeing it now with my own eyes, I loved it. I bought this house about a year ago, just from Sawyer’s description of it and her bazillion pictures. It was funny how I could do all the necessary paperwork over the fax machine at my lawyer’s and never had to step foot here.

The two-story house was set on a five-acre lot surrounded by woods. The trees were tall and beautiful just like I remembered the trees at my parents’ house years ago. Not only was it peaceful and serene, but also close enough to town so we were not out in the middle of nowhere by ourselves.

There were two things that totally sold me on this house: location and the wrap-around porch. My work required lots of peace and quiet, and this location would be perfect for that. The thought of sitting on the porch swing, working away on my laptop, made me happy.

Stepping out of the car, I immediately pulled my long blonde hair up into a messy bun on the top of my head. I somehow forgot about the humidity down here. It would definitely be an adjustment.

“You’re here!” I heard Sawyer’s voice and the crunch of her feet on the gravel before I saw her. Turning, she was just as beautiful as I remembered. Nothing about her has changed. Her blonde hair hung just below her shoulders, and her eyes were still the same piercing green they’d been when we were kids. Sawyer was a little thing, but that shouldn’t fool you. She packed a hell of punch with all that kickboxing she did at the gym.

“I am,” I wrap my arms around her and squeeze tightly. God, I’d missed her. Living in California, I was alone, desperately alone. With my mom always in the bottom of a bottle of Jack and my dad not having anything to do with me, I didn’t have anyone to turn to who really knew me. But I always had Kinsley and Sawyer, even from a distance. They were my sisters in my heart and it’d been way too long since we’d all been together at the same time.

“Vann!” Kinsley’s voice pulled my eyes to the door as she barreled out toward me. The last time I saw Kinsley was six months ago when she flew to California. Her parents decided she needed a getaway and she chose to come see me.

Kinsley was a bit of a spitfire. She had always liked to be outside the box, outside the norm and since we lived in small town, it didn’t take much for her to be outside there. She loved getting a reaction from people—good or bad—and she didn’t care much. This was what I adored about her. I wished I had more of that in me.

“Kins!” I let go of Sawyer and went to hug Kinsley. Her hair was much shorter than Saw’s, but the colors were so cool. It was a mixture of blonde, brown, and red, which you would think would look like a clown, but not on her. Her blue eyes filled with warmth for me.

“I’ve missed you so much,” Kinsley said while squeezing all the breath from my lungs.

“I’ve missed you, too.” I choked back. “Okay. Let. Go … Can’t breathe.”

“Come see the house!” Kinsley squealed.

“Yeah, it’s so awesome. You’re going to love it. The contractors fixed it up!” Sawyer’s voice hitched excitedly.

I couldn’t wait to see the inside of the house. Even though I had seen numerous pictures, I knew the contractor’s plans would completely change the entire thing. I wanted my sanctuary with my sisters.

“How was the drive?” Sawyer asked.

“Long. I’m pretty beat. Did the movers bring all my stuff?”

“Yep, and it’s all in the right areas of the house. We didn’t unpack it ‘cause we didn’t know where you wanted it … and well, we didn’t want to.”

“Lazy ass,” I said, playful pushing her aside and laughing out loud.

“I am not! I’m just conserving my energy for you.”

The laughter that poured out of my body felt wonderful to release. It had been so long since I’d really laughed. I wiped the small tears that formed on the side of my eyes.

“Come on,” Kinsley said impatiently. She was an instant girl—something I would need to get used to again. Her fly-by-the-seat-of-her-pants and instant gratification mentality took a bit of getting used to, but I wouldn’t change her for the world.

Entering the house, the walkway was just as I envisioned it with coat hooks on one wall and spots for shoes and umbrellas underneath. The girls decorated the other side with beautiful abstract paintings.

The kitchen, living, and dining rooms were all one big huge space. I had the contractors bust out the walls and rooms on the top floor give the house an open feel. They even put in some exposed beams for character.

“This is beautiful girls. I love the brown leather sofa and the kitchen is to die for. Where are the bedrooms?” This I was most excited about.

I had an addition built, making three large suites, one for each of us. Each suite had its own bedroom, bathroom, and loft. Mine was going to be my office.

“This way.” Saw motioned for me to follow her.

Walking into the first door, I was shocked. “Wow,” I gasped. It was just as I had pictured and all my furniture fit perfectly. The blue-gray of the walls with the walnut furniture was beautiful.

“It’s so pretty,” Kinsley admired from the doorway.

“It is. I gotta see upstairs.” I took the stairs two at a time to the loft.

“You know those movers had some choice words for you having to move that huge ass roller desk and furniture up here. They were not too happy,” Saw called.

“Tough. That’s why I paid them.” Walking into my office, it was just as I had envisioned. My roll-top desk—that was my Grams—sat in the corner facing the wall next to the floor-to-ceiling windows. My bookshelves lined the walls just waiting for all my precious beauties to line them. With the large recliner facing the windows, it gave me the ideal space to think and work.

“Is it what you wanted?” Sawyer’s voice was hesitant, and I couldn’t blame her. All I had talked about for the past three months was this room. I wanted it perfect, and it was.

“I love it!” Turning to face both of them, I ran up and hugged each of them. “I’m so happy to be home. Thanks for dealing with all this for me.”

“We’re happy you’re here, too; it hasn’t been the same without you.” Sawyer’s voice was sad.

“I can’t say enough how much I regret leaving like I did, but I had no choice.” I pulled back, looking at my feet. This was the hard part of our relationship. I knew they still had hurt feelings about me leaving, and I couldn’t fix that. I just hoped one day it wouldn’t be hanging over our heads. “I’m sorry.”

“Would you stop? We are so over that now.” Kinsley’s voice pulled my eyes to hers, locking them. The hurt from my disappearance was still very evident as it poured out of them. All I could do now was prove that I was here to stay.

“So Vann, how’s Gabriella Daniels?” Sawyer’s mischievous smirk playing on her lips made me smile. Sawyer and Kinsley were two of the very few people who knew anything about my pen name, and I needed to keep it that way.

“She’s doing great.”

“Oh. Come on. Tell us what adventure she is writing about now,” Sawyer prodded.

Sitting down on the chair, I realized I needed to get a couch for up here for all of us to sit. Kinsley grabbed the chair at my desk, while Sawyer sat sprawled out on the floor. I so missed these talks we had and I didn’t mind filling them in on my writing, as long as they knew the information wasn’t to leave this room. My mom didn’t even know I wrote as Gabriella, and the fewer people that knew, the better—for safety’s sake.

“Hey, did the security guys come in and put in the alarm?”

“Yeah, they were here last week. Said everything is wired up and ready to go,” Kinsley said.

“Thank God. After I lay down for a bit, can you teach me how to use it?”

“Sure. Is he still sending letters?” Sawyer asked. I really hadn’t told them the whole story, but enough that they knew what was going on. I didn’t want to bring crazy to our doorstep.

“Yes, to my P.O. Box back in Cali. I need to change it to here, but I may do it in Brookend so no one really knows I live in Cottonwood. They only know me as Gabriella. I’ve never used Savannah. I just want the letters and gifts to stop.”

I hated this part of what I did. I loved writing. Beginning back in college, I needed an escape. When I found my niche in erotic romance, I never stopped. Now, three years later, I was still going strong, but also receiving letters—very explicit letters from someone who thought I did everything in my books. That was what internet research was for.

“Why don’t you go to the cops?”

“Kinsley, I have.” Letting out a huge sigh, I continued, “They can’t do anything because he’s not actually threatening to hurt me. Technically, anything he is writing is what he is hoping to do with me. It’s not written in a way that says he would force me. The cops have nothing to base an arrest on. They keep the letters, and I have to make reports, but that’s all that happens.”

“Sorry Vann.”

“Girls, really, it’s okay. I deal with it. I love what I do and this is just such a small part of it.” I smiled. I’d come to terms with most of it. When I got the letters, I did what I had to do and moved on. And thankfully, it was only the letters—no phone calls or sudden appearances. Regardless, I was thankful for the pen name. It was a way to write and keep my anonymity, at least to a certain extent.

“Anyway … let’s move to the next subject.” Kinsley broke in. “What are you going to do about Deke?” She made rapidly changing subjects an art form. From creepy stalker … to Deke.

I felt the blush come across my face at the sound of his name. I missed him terribly, and was honestly a little hurt by his lack of response to my attempts at communicating, but I still thought of him almost daily over the years. “I’m not going to do anything … yet.” Turning my flushed face into a smirk, I winked at the two sitting in front of me.

It was no secret that I’d had my eyes on him from almost the time I was born, but with the way I left, and the timing of it, I squashed all my hopes of being with him. Until now.

“You know he’s not the same guy you left all those years ago.” Sawyer’s voice was barely audible. She had been giving me random information about him for years, including his little sexcapades, which have made excellent storylines. I figured if I couldn’t be with him, at least I could write about him, pouring everything into my scenes. It provided ammo for some awesome books.

I knew he’d owned a bar as a side gig, but I’d heard of his dismissal from the police force for ‘conduct unbecoming of an officer,’ which I believed was what concerned the girls. If I could have ran to him, I would have, even though I feared he wouldn’t have accepted me after what happened and all this time.

“I know. Don’t worry. I’m a big girl now. I’m not the timid little girl I was back then. These last five years have opened my eyes to a whole new world. I also have a pretty strong backbone. Reading how others think your books are shit will have that effect on you.”

“So what’s the plan?” Kinsley was always so straight to the point, which I’d always loved about her.

“There is no plan. There are only three people who know I’m back as of right now—you two and Grams, who I have to go visit shortly. Tonight you’re taking me out to celebrate, and we shall see what happens from there.”

“You just wanna strut your shit at Sully’s, don’t ya?”

“Kinsley, I’m not the same. Look at me. Do I look anything like that girl from five years ago?”

“No, and you’re going to cause one hell of a stir.” Sawyer was never one for any drama, and I knew it was going to be hard on her not to fade into the background, but it was time for her to live a little, too. Sawyer’s shyness had held her back for too long. We both needed a fresh start, and tonight was the night.

“Everything will be fine. We’ll take a cab, go out, have a few drinks and dance our asses off. If someone is there to see, then so be it.”

“You know he’ll be there, seeing as he owns the damn place.” Kinsley snickered.

I said nothing and smiled. Of course I knew.

2

Vann

Pulling up to Grams’s house, it looked exactly the same as when I left. At seventy-seven years old, Grams still did all her own gardening, making her home immaculate. Her pride in it reminded me of Papa. He was the gardener before he passed, and Grams didn’t want to let him down, so she kept it exactly how he liked it.

The rose bushes were my absolute favorite. Along the entire side of the small bungalow home were several bushes of yellow, pink, red, and white roses. Those were Papa’s favorite, which he planted many years ago. Grams took extra care of them, and you could tell.

Walking up to the door, I knocked twice and slowly opened the door. “Grams, it’s me,” I yelled. Her hearing had gotten worse over the years, and if she didn’t have her aids in, she couldn’t hear for shit.

The smells of the house engulfed me, making me want to cough a bit. I loved my Grams to death, but she wore this special perfume, and it smelled good when she wore the appropriate amount, but Grams tended to nearly bathe in it. I hadn’t the heart to tell her it’s too much.

Everything looked exactly the same, from the green shag carpeting in the living room to the ancient lights hanging from the ceiling. This was home.

“Savannah, my girl, you’re here!” Grams came around the corner wiping her hands on a kitchen towel before flinging it over her shoulder. Her soft, short, and gray curly hair bobbed as she headed my way. Her burst of energy surprised me as she practically ran to wrap her arms around me.

I immediately followed suit breathing in her perfume and trying to hold back the cough. “Hi Grams. Miss me?”

“Oh, honey.” I pulled out of Grams’s arms to see the tears running down her cheeks.

“Oh, Grams don’t cry.” I pulled her close again, letting her get out what she needed.

“It’s about time your skinny little ass showed up. I made food, and by the looks of you, you need it. Don’t they feed you in California?” Grabbing my hand, she pulled me to the kitchen.

My mind instantly wandered.

“Grams?”

“What baby girl?” Grams always looked so pretty in her yellow apron covered in white daises.

“Can I help with dishes?” I really want to help. “I know I’m little, but Mommy says I’m a good helper.”

“Of course. Go pull the chair to the sink and roll up your sleeves.”

I jumped happily. I loved helping Grams do everything. Running over, I did exactly as she said. “Ready!”

“Well, get busy washing, I don’t pay you to sit around all day.” She smiled at me. I knew she was joking with me. That was what Grams did—she made me smile.

“Hey Grams, you need help with the dishes?” I asked, trying to contain my laugh.

Grams knew exactly what I was remembering. She was one sharp tool. “After we eat. Sit.”

Sitting down at the old wooden table, I thought of all the meals we had here on Sundays before we left. There toward the end, my mom stopped coming, but I was always here.

“Tell me how your writing thing is going,” Grams said while putting way too much food on my plate.

“Grams, I can’t eat two sandwiches. Let’s just do one.” I smirked. “Writing is going great. I never thought my books would take off the way they have.”

“I’m glad you send them to me. I love reading them. The ladies in my bunko group have been passing them around. You are the talk … well, Gabriella Daniels is.” I blushed. I knew it was hard for Grams not to tell her friends the books were written by me. She was proud and wanted to let everyone know, but I couldn’t risk it. I didn’t want the world to know.

“I know it’s hard, Grams, but thanks for keeping our secret. I can’t believe your friends are reading them.” I laughed. It was awesome and weird to think of all these older women reading about sex, toys, and threesomes.

“Girl, you should hear some of those women talk. Those books have opened their eyes to lots of new things.” Grams winked.

“I don’t want to hear about your friends’ sexual encounters, but thanks.” I rolled my eyes, huffing out a breath.

“Oh come on, it could be your new book, writing for the older crowd.”

“Maybe.” I looked down at my food.

“I’m just kidding. We like reading about those hunky guys with their built bodies. Mmmm.”

“Grams, did you just lick your lips?” I asked in shock.

“Hell yeah. It’s been a long time since Papa left here, not to say that I’d ever cheat on him. Your books allow my mind to innocently roam.”

Grams very strongly believed in marriage and would consider even looking at another man cheating, even though Papa had been gone for years. I admired that about her, and I felt sad for her at the same time. I didn’t want her to be alone. Life was so short and I wanted her to be happy. She deserved it.

“Glad to help,” I mumbled.

“So, tell me how your mom’s doing.” Grams sighed. I knew she didn’t like hearing about the messes my mom had gotten herself into. Mom thought moving to California would help her get over the torture my father put her through, but it didn’t turn out as she planned.

“She’s still drinking a lot, and smoking, too. She tells me that she has been taking her meds, but I don’t know for sure.”

“I thought your aunt Tennie was taking care of her,” Grams huffed.

“I did, too.”

“What else? You’re hiding something from me.” I knew I couldn’t school my face to fool her, but I tried.

Blowing out a deep breath, I let it rip. “I guess Aunt Tennie goes out partying with her. They are living it up together … or so Mom says.”

“Great, now I have two drunks for daughters who don’t bother to call me.”

“I’m sorry, Grams.” I knew it hurt that her only two daughters never contacted her, but that was what happened when you told one that she was a drunk and needed to lay off the booze and the other that she needed to stand up to her cheating ass husband. Even though what Grams said was true, they didn’t take to kindly to it.

“Don’t be sorry, you and Keith are the only normal ones in this family. I don’t know what I am going to do with those girls.” Grams shook her head in disgust.

“How’s Uncle Keith doing?”

A huge smile formed on Grams lips. “He’s great. The whole family is. You need to meet up with your cousins; they won’t even recognize you. I doubt Keith or Mary will either.”

“I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long, Grams. You know I didn’t want to go, but I’m glad I did. I needed to get away from the gossip in this town and just grow up.”

“I know, dear. It was just hard when your mother uprooted you like that. I wasn’t ready.”

I grabbed her hand and squeezed gently, trying to reassure her.

“I’m gonna set up a dinner. You’re coming, and I’ll invite all of Keith’s crew so you can get reacquainted with them.”

“Sounds great, Grams.”

“I can’t wait!” The excitement in her voice filled me with such happiness. I missed her so much.

“Let’s get these dishes done.” Even though I didn’t need the chair anymore, I thought about bringing it with me, but when Grams turned and smiled at me I knew she was thinking of the same memories. I loved this.

After finishing the last dish, I knew it was time to face another memory. “I’m gonna head out. The girls are taking me out tonight, so I need to get myself ready.”

“I wish I could be there to see all those faces when you walk in. You have grown into such a beautiful woman. You have fun, baby girl.”

“I will. I love you.” I wrapped my arms around her tiny body, crushing her to me without hurting her.

“I love you, too. I’ll call you about dinner.”

“Great. I’ll be here. I missed you, Grams.”

“Me, too.”

Driving back from Grams’s, I couldn’t help but avoid the direct route. It had been five long years. I still held a bit of anger toward my mom for making me leave the way she did all those years ago.

“Savannah Marie Kelly, get your shit together. Now.” My mom’s slur of words—no doubt having to do with the bottle of vodka she’d just drowned herself in—flowed ferociously out of her mouth. I knew she drank, but tonight had been exceptionally more than I’d seen in the past. I prayed this was one of her drunken stupors, and it would all be over in the morning.

“Mom, go lie down, turn on your shows, and I’ll bring you some coffee.”

“No. We are leaving this hellhole tonight. Whatever you don’t pack now, you will never have again, so I suggest you get your shit together.”

“I know you’re hurting. Let’s get one of the pills the doctor gave you and just take a rest. When you wake up, we’ll talk about this.” I was trying my damnedest to stay calm and not totally freak. I knew that would send her over the edge.

It wasn’t like I hadn’t been here numerous times. Ever since my dad took off with his whore, my mom had been a total mess. I finally talked her into seeing a doctor, but she preferred to cope with her alcohol more. She said the doctor didn’t do anything but sit and listen to her babble, but didn’t give her any advice or solutions on solving the gaping hole in her heart. The doc wanted her to figure it out.

I wanted to go in there and yell at the dumbass. If my mom could figure this shit out on her own, I wouldn’t have been pushing her to go and talk to the doc in the first place. So, I can’t really blame my mom for not wanting to keep going back, but thankfully, so far, she continued to go.

“I’m not going to bed or taking one of those damn pills. You just want to drug me and knock me out!” Mom’s screeching voice mixed with her slurring was giving me a headache.

“I just want you to calm down …” And stop destroying my entire life from your rampages.

Mom turned and marched into her bedroom. Between her yelling, I could hear things getting thrown around. This again was nothing new. Her temper was another one of those great things that happened after my dad left. Mom couldn’t seem to rein it in. She just exploded without thinking twice.

BAM … BAM …

Jumping off my bed, I flew to the door and opened it. “Mom, calm down.”

Mom peered into my room. “You’re not packing. Why aren’t you packing? Do you want to leave everything behind?”

“Mom, please. We can’t leave. It’s my senior year. I want to be with my friends, and I can’t leave Deke. I know what Dad did was horrible, but we can’t let him do this to us.”

Mom’s face grew furious. “You. You. You. It’s always about you. What about me? Huh? I have to live in this damn town with your dad parading his floozy on his arm. I have stay here listening to all the rumors about him getting remarried and the ‘poor Annabelle’ lines. Well, I’m sick of it, and I’m not doing it another day. We are getting the hell out of here first thing in the morning.”

Annabelle Kelly had never been one to be pushed around, even when Dad was here. She always had the upper hand in everything. That was just how it was. Now that Dad was gone, she did everything she could to keep that upper hand.

“Mom, I know this is hard. It’s hard for me to see them together, too. I hate it, but we can’t let him ruin our lives anymore.”

“That’s what we are doing, Savannah. We are getting the hell out of here and taking back our lives.” It doesn’t get past me that her voice is much clearer than it was a couple of hours ago. She must be burning off the alcohol in record speed.

“Mom, where are we going to go?”

“Aunt Tennie’s.” Ugh. I was afraid she was going to say that. Her sister, Tennie, had only met me twice in the seventeen years of my existence, as she was in California and we lived here in Alabama. I knew nothing about the woman except she had money. Like I gave a crap about her money.

“I don’t know her, and I don’t think we would fit in too well in California.” I knew I wouldn’t. My Southern twang would grab everyone’s attention.

“You’ll get to know her. I’m serious, Savannah. We’re leaving in the morning.” Without another word, she turned and left me in the middle of my room where I began pacing.

How in the hell was I going to leave everything here? My friends since kindergarten were here. I couldn’t leave Kinsley and Sawyer. They helped pick up the pieces when Dad left, and now I was just supposed to tell them bye.

Deke—how in the hell could I leave him when he needed me so much right now? I loved him too much.

A plan. I needed a plan. Thinking on my feet, I rushed to my mom’s bedroom door. “Mom?”

“What?” she snapped.

Taking a calming breath, I asked, “How about I stay with Grams, and you go out with Aunt Tennie for a while?”

I did not miss the shock and hurt that crossed her eyes. “Oh. So that’s it. You want to leave me, too. I should have known you were just like your father.”

A lonely tear fell from my eye. Her words hurt; no scratch that, they cut … deep. My father leaving us hurt more than words could ever say. It changed me. It changed my mom. I never wanted to be like my father … ever. The ache in my heart physically hurt. I wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear.

I knew I had to do this for Mom. I couldn’t abandon her. She needed me, and as my mom, she outranked everyone. I didn’t want this. I hated this. I would also never forgive Mom for this.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I don’t want to leave you. I was just trying to make it easier on you. I’ll go with you. I’ll get my stuff together.” My words may have come out of my mouth as calm, but the tears splashing my face were a definite sign of my pain and hurt. I couldn’t hold it back.

Mom wrapped her arms around me and whispered in my ear, “Thank you. You’ll see this will be for the best.”

I pulled away from her, nodded, and left for my room. I needed to escape. As soon as my feet kicked my door shut, my knees buckled, falling hard on the floor. The tears turned into sobs that I couldn’t hold back. This was not how my senior year of high school should play out. This was not what I wanted for my life.

Now it was time for me to reclaim what I needed: My friends … Grams … Deke.

My plan for the night was simple—dress sexy and dance my ass off. I was going to have fun with my best friends and see what the night brought. I would not fall all over him, even though I would love to do so.

I had no intentions of throwing myself at him or making a fool of myself. Chances were, he still hated my guts and wanted nothing to do with me. If that was the case, I would rather know from afar and not have my heart stomped on again.

* * *

“Turn it up!” Kinsley yelled from the hallway. Reaching over to my iPod dock, I cranked up Justin Timberlake singing about bringing sexy back.

“Here, let me,” Sawyer said, pulling the hairbrush out of my hand.

I smiled at her reflection in the mirror. “Thanks, what should I do with it?”

“You have beautiful hair, Vann. I say let it flow down your back. We’ll use the iron a bit to get the kinks out, but even the wave on you is beautiful.”

I’d recently gotten bangs that flowed gently to the side of my face and had a shit ton of layers put in. If anyone asked me what my best feature was, I would always say my hair. I loved it.

“You are going to have every guy begging for your attention tonight. Now let’s get you dressed.”

“What do you think?” I held up a short black skirt in one hand and short shorts one in the other.

“Skirt … definitely the skirt,” Kinsley said while dancing around the room.

“With what?”

Both Sawyer and Kinsley began ripping though my closet trying to find ‘the perfect top.’ I wasn’t sure I had that and was becoming a bit irritated they were throwing shit everywhere. “You know you’re picking all this up, right?” They just turned, smiled, and continued digging.

“This!” Kinsley yelled. She held in her hand my favorite plum top that had bling all around its plunging neckline. I had great cleavage in this shirt, not that I necessarily needed any help in that department.

“I love that shirt!” Sawyer’s voice came out, perky as ever.

“All the guys will be looking at your boobs.” Kinsley smirked.

“That’s the point of it, isn’t it?” I asked, pulling it on. It hugged my body like a glove. Adding my favorite black heels, I was ready.

“All right Vann, what’s really the game plan tonight? I know you want Deke, but he’s grown up and changed. You need to think before you act.” Sawyer spoke up, concerned. I knew she had reservations about me wanting Deke. Hell, I didn’t tell her, but so did I.

I’d admit that I was hoping a lot of what they’d told me about Deke’s ladies’ man status wasn’t true. I wasn’t going to be naïve, though, and pretend he hadn’t changed. Hell, look at me, I’d changed, too.

I was just going in with the knowledge that I wouldn’t sleep with him … at least not tonight. A smile crept across my face. I wanted that more than anything. My lonely nights were spent thinking of Deke.

“I’m gonna kiss you, Vann.” Deke’s thumb slowly grazed my bottom lip. His eyes piercing into mine, I wanted it, too, more than anything in the world.

“Okay,” I whispered.

His tentative lips slowly made their way to mine as if he thought at any minute I would pull away. Not a chance. Lightly, he brushed his lips against mine, pulling me closer to him. His lips caused fire to burn throughout my body, something I’d never felt before.

Gasping, his tongue lightly swept in my mouth. Nervousness hit me; I had never kissed a boy, let alone with tongue. Sensing my hesitancy, his tongue guided me, slowly moving back and forth against mine.

Soon, my tongue was doing the guiding as I felt my entire body embrace this wonderful feeling he was causing in me.

Pulling away, we were both breathless. “I’ve gotta go, Vann. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

My words must have been sucked out of me, because I couldn’t talk. I nodded, and he left me there on the dock of the lake.

Our first of many kisses, among other things, was the best kiss of my life. Then my mom uprooted me. Turning, I saw Saw and Kins staring at me. “What?”

“You were a million miles away there, girl. I’m really scared you will be disappointed.” Sawyer began twiddling her fingers, one of her nervous habits.

Reaching over, I placed my hand on hers. “It’s okay. Whatever happens … happens. I can handle it.” I tried to give her my most reassuring smile since I had no clue what the night would bring. I didn’t want my nervousness to show. Surely I was tougher than that.

The way I left hurt him. I knew that. He could still be harboring that, and I could get the brush off. Not to say that wouldn’t kill me, because it would, but I’d deal. “Come on, girls, let’s do this.”

3

Deke

“Keep going, sweetheart,” I forced out as she began to slow down. Tammy … Tina … Tracy … whoever the hell it was down on her knees in front of me was sucking my cock like a champ. Swirling the top, licking underneath, grabbing my balls and massaging, I was going to come, and the sooner the better.

I thread my fingers through her stringy ash-blonde hair, my fingers catching on the knots in it. Grabbing her head, I began really working her mouth, pulling my dick in and out. I ignored the gagging sound she made when my dick touched the back of her throat. She was going to have to get the fuck over it.

I grunted as my release poured out of me.

I pulled out as she looked up at me. “Was that good?” she asked as she wiped the remnants of me from her mouth.

“Great. Gotta get going now.” I never wanted them to stick around—get clingy—especially here at the bar. Who was I kidding? All women did was leave you. Eventually. Best to push them out first so that didn’t happen.

“What about later? Can we get together?” she asked, sounding hopeful.

I helped her to her feet. “No, sweetheart. Thanks, though; I needed that.”

Tammy, Tina, Tracy … whoever … gave me a glare. “No, I didn’t get mine.”

“And you won’t. Go on, get out of here.” I gently pulled her to the door and guided her out. She didn’t put up much protest. She knew the score. She was the one dumb enough to come back to my office and blow me. Women, they were all the same. They’d do anything to get what they wanted, then they’d leave. Fuck ‘em. Whatever. I could do the same shit.

Zipping up my pants, I checked the mirror on the inside of my office door. Not bad. Running my hands through my hair, I was reminded me of the woman who just left. Someone really needed to tell her to comb that shit.

It was another Friday night at Sully’s, and the place was already starting to fill up. Walking around, I waved and nodded to all the regulars. Even though I’d a strict one-time rule, I did have a couple of regulars who were immune to it. I needed someone available whenever. Mindy and Carrie had been my go to girls for about two years now. They had the same mindset I did, which was why we went so well together.

They knew it was just sex and would ever be sex. They’d proven not to be clingy or demand attention from me so that gave them their in. I wasn’t stupid. I knew I’d need to get rid of them soon, because a lot of times chicks changed their mind, but so far it was working like a dream.

“Hey Ace. Everything good?” I asked my head bartender.

“Yes, sir. Girls are bringing in the orders like crazy.” He grinned.

“Perfect. I’ll be around. Our set starts at nine, but if something comes up, find me.”

“Will do.”

Looking out at all the people, I scanned the area. I loved this bar. Rather than going into business with my dad, I opened this place, which he was still pissed about. Being his only son, he wanted me to carry on the legacy. What fucking legacy, I wasn’t sure. Maybe the ‘I hate my son’ one? No thanks. Being a lawyer was not in the cards for me.

“Hey bro.” The voice came from my side, and I recognized it instantly.

“Hey Z, how’s it going?” Z’s been my best friend since senior year of high school. He knew all my shit and knew what made me tick. We’d always been tight, and he was the one guy I knew I could always count on.

“Good. Work was a bitch. I need a drink,” he said as sidled up to the bar.

Glaring at him, I said, “Only drinks for you tonight, got it? I’m here to make money, not give out free booze.”

“I got it,” he said with a smirk.

“I’m fucking serious. You give one free drink out and you’re cut off. Got it?” The last two nights Z decided to get the girls he was with—and their friends—totally liquored up. I was all for having a good time, but shit, this was a business.

“I said I got it.” He grinned.

“Fucker,” I mumbled under my breath.

“Hey, get this shit.” Z started taking a pull from the beer Ace sat in front of him. “Remember that chick with the wheezing shit I told you about.” I nodded. “She came by the station house trying to hook up. Taking my break early, I get her the hell out of there quickly and get to business. On her knees, she starts the wheezing again, like she can’t breathe. I tried to pull out, cause of the nice guy I am …” He smirked. “But she continues. I don’t know whether to give her CPR or ride it out. I, of course, rode it out.”

“You need to stop hooking up with the randoms. Get yourself a couple of Carries and Mindys. That’s what they’re for.”

“Yeah. Like that’s all you get some from.” He grunted.

Ignoring his jab, I continued, “And speaking of …” I saw Mindy walk in through the door, making a beeline straight for me.

“Hey sweetheart,” I whispered as she wrapped her arms around my waist.

“Don’t sweetheart me. You ready to do this?” Her eyes screamed sultry, and I knew she was ready.

“Nah. Got head already.”

Disappointment etched on Mindy’s face, she asked, “Why didn’t you wait?”

“I’m not into this whole territorial bullshit, and you know that. She offered, I was in the mood, I got off.” I pulled away, not wanting to deal with this drama. See, I was right, time to change up the any-timers.

“Whatever. You’re mine after the show.” She smirked.

“Sure. Why not.”

“You know how to make a girl feel wanted,” she snarled and strode away. I thought tonight might be the night to cut that bitch free.

Striding through the bar, I was stopped several times to chat from the old-timers, regulars, and of course, several women. I heard stories all the time of my endeavors—women loved to talk. They were all the same, and if one couldn’t handle only getting a one-night fuck, there was always another to take her spot.

Hearing Z’s low whistle caught my attention. “Look over there.” Z pointed to three women across the floor. Two of them I knew right off the bat—Sawyer and Kinsley. They were smoking hot in their tight-ass clothes, but they were never on my radar. They were relationship girls, not my style.

The third woman from the back had an ass that screamed ‘grab me.’ Her blonde hair was some of the longest I’d ever seen, and I loved the way it flowed down her back to her ass. Her legs were toned and firm. Now, if I could just see the face.

“Let’s go say hi.” Z slapped me on the back.

“Sure,” I said, taking off toward them. The crowd to the women was thick, but they easily moved out of my way. Both Sawyer and Kinsley’s eyes grew wide when they saw me approach.

“Hey ladies, how are we tonight?” I expected the third woman to turn and look, but she didn’t. Her body went from relaxed to rigid. Then she darted off for the bathroom. What the fuck?

“Hey Deke,” Kinsley said, watching her friend walk through the swarm of people.

“Hey. Who’s your friend?” No need to drag it out.

“A friend from out of town.” Kinsley’s voice cracked as she talked.

“I’m gonna go make sure she’s okay.” Sawyer turned and went the same direction the mystery girl had head.

“What the hell, Deke? You got em’ running already.” I didn’t find Z’s joke funny. I wanted to know who the hell this woman was. She sure as shit couldn’t be shy, wearing a skirt that showed off her delicious ass like that.

Vann

Racing to the bathroom, I needed to catch my breath. I didn’t know what the hell happened, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t turn and look him in the eyes. I didn’t even know what I was to him, after all. Did he hate me?

Damn. When the hell did I get so insecure? This was so not me. But this was Deke. I actually felt him before he even walked up behind me. There was something about his presence that sucked the air out of the room. When he approached, I could smell the aroma of wood, musk, and leather; his cologne did wicked things to my body, causing it to heat beyond what I thought possible.

I needed to get out.

Not two seconds after I got there, Sawyer came busting through the bathroom doors. “What’s wrong?” She reached over and grabbed my arms.

“Just a small panic attack, but I’m getting better,” I panted out as if I’d just run a marathon.

“We don’t have to do this. We can go home.” Sawyer’s reassuring voice helped soothe me. But I didn’t come all this way to avoid him. I needed to set my eyes on him. I just needed to find the courage to do so.

“No, I’m going to pull my head out of my ass, and we are going to have fun. I just need a drink.” Smiling, I grabbed Sawyer’s hand and led her back out into the mass of people. Looking around, I saw Kinsley was now all by herself at the edge of the bar. Saddling up next to her, I yelled, “Shots!”

Signaling the bartender, he came right away. “What can I getcha?” This guy was hot. Smoking hot—built arms, tattoos sneaking out from under his sleeve, his head shaved close to the scalp—his looks formed a dangerous combination. He would be a fantastic muse for my next book. I bet he gets laid every night.

“Tequila. 6 shots.” I winked at him.

“Comin’ right up, darlin’.” His Southern accent was to die for. Turning back to the girls, they were lost in some conversation about guys out on the dance floor. My mind was only on one man and knowing he was here and not seeing him was messing with my mind.

“Here ya go.” Mr. Hottie-tender placed the six shots in a long row.

“Can you run me a tab?” I smiled.

“You got it. I’m Ace, by the way.” He held out his hand to shake mine. His engulfed mine, making it feel smaller than ever before.

“I’m Vann.” The startled look on his face told me he didn’t get it. “Like, as in Savannah, but I go by Vann.”

Recognition must have dawned on him, and his drop-dead smirk came out. “Come by and see me, Vann.”

“Will do.” I winked again. “All right girls!” I yelled, smacking the bar. “On the count of three, we shoot both back-to-back, got it?”

“Let’s do this!” Kinsley was always up for drinking games.

“I’m in,” Sawyer answered.

“One … two … three.” The cool liquid flowed down my throat; it’s fire burning its path. First one down … second one down. Slamming the glass down, I ordered one more round. I needed that liquid courage tonight.

“Let’s hit the dance floor!” Kinsley yelled above the music, and it was exactly what I wanted to do.

Deke

Watching from afar, I couldn’t keep my eyes off the voluptuous woman dancing. She could move, and she was. The swaying and grinding she was doing with Sawyer and Kinsley had caught the attention of every man in this bar. I’d bet money all their dicks were as hard as mine at the moment. But I needed to chill the hell out. I was due on stage in five minutes. But I couldn’t help but want to throw the floodlights on in this place so I could see her damn face. It was too dark in here.

“Deke, let’s go!” Braden called from the side of the stage. Tearing my eyes away from the view, I headed backstage to prep my guitar. Already there was Xavier, Maddox, and Braden.

“You ready?” I asked, strolling by.

“Yep. Let’s do this.” Xavier yelled out.

I could hear Ace’s voice coming from behind the bar. “All right ladies and gentleman, you’ve been waiting all night for them. Here is … Beyond Escape!”

On cue, we all took our places on stage: Xavier behind the mic; Maddox on drums; Braden on bass; with me behind my guitar. Tuning out Xavier and his normal, pump-up-the-crowd bullshit, I scanned our audience. No sign of the little vixen.

Playing was such a rush. I was on top of the world up here and nothing could bring me down. I played my ass off, strumming the cords to the perfect beat. Playing since I was a kid, I only got back into it about five years ago—it was my only release. That was how our band got started. We weren’t big time by any means, but we did have a following.

Something shiny caught the corner of my eye, and turning, I see Sawyer, Kinsley, and the other woman dancing for us. The woman who I don’t recognize was wearing a top that sparkled in the lights; it was also tight as shit.

She was shaking her ass and her tits were bouncing all over, totally giving me a raging hard-on. Her eyes were closed, but she expertly mouthed the words to the music, not uncommon when we played covers. The only difference between her and others doing this was her plump lips were begging for me.

The lights flashing in my face were making it difficult to make her out. Fuck this. I needed to see who she was. Before I took my guitar off, Xavier thanked the crowd and the lights went down.

Hopping off the stage, I was immediately swarmed by women, which happened every time we wrapped up. Pushing the bitches off, I headed directly to the three women I wanted to talk to. Her fucking back was to me again.

“Hey, like the show?” My breathing was like I ran a fucking race.

Slowly, the woman turned around. Her long blonde hair draped down her arm, and fuck me she was beautiful. She had lips that I would kill to have wrapped around my dick.

Staring into her eyes, they were a beautiful blue-gray color. There was only one other person who I have ever seen with a similar eye color. The air instantly left my body as recognition hit, like bricks falling from the sky and landing on my chest. Fucking Vann.

“Vann?”

“Hey Deke. How are ya?” Her voice was exactly the same as all those years ago. Damn it. Why in the hell was she back here? She couldn’t be here. Thoughts of the last five years began to pull me in. I needed to get a grip. There was no way she was sucking me in. No fucking way.

Without another word, I did what I’d wanted to do for the last five years. Reaching my hand behind her head, I pulled her to me. Our bodies flush, Vann’s eyes were glazing over, and I knew she was affected. Good.

My lips slammed down on to hers—taking everything I possibly could out of her in that moment. She was hesitant, her lips not immediately joining in, but fuck that. I kept at it until she melted into me, clutching my shirt as if she needed an anchor to hold her in place.

I just kept pulling from her. I wanted to suck five years of missed kisses, time, and everything I lost the day she left, out of her. The kiss wasn’t sensual or loving. I was brutal, demanding, and I couldn’t help the anger that spilled from me.

I needed to get this out of the way. Pulling back, I looked into Vann’s slowly opening eyes, and said, “Goodbye Vann.” I then walked straight to my office, slamming and locking the door.

“FUCK!” I wanted to punch something, beat the shit out of something. Now. Why the hell did she come back here after all these fucking years? Why? There was no need for her to be here. And in my bar, no less.

A sudden banging on the door pulled my attention from my internal meltdown.

“Go the fuck away!” I yelled at the door.

“Deke, it’s Z. Let me in.”

“No,” I growled.

“What the fuck, dude?”

“Go get some ass. Leave me alone,” I barked.

“Let me the fuck in.” His voice was now irritated.

Stomping to the door, I threw it open. “What? And you’re not coming in.”

“What the hell happened out there? That chick you kissed left in tears.” A flash of sadness went through me, but I instantly shook it off. Fuck her, she deserved to cry.

I stared at him. “That was Vann, Z.”

“Oh. Shit.” The instant recognition in Z’s face showed me he knew who I meant.

“Yeah. Oh shit. Go away before I pound your fucking head in.”

“I need a drink.” Z turned and left me to myself.

“Me too,” I muttered to no one, slamming the door. Rummaging through my drawers, I found a bottle of tequila and began to drink … and drink … and drink. Fuck it.

The last time I saw Vann, we had sex by the docks. She was the only person I could talk to about the tangled mess that was my life. The next day, I get a fucking Dear John letter about how her mom was making her leave and how she was ‘so sorry.’ Fuck that. She had a choice.

Her Grams lived here this entire time. There was no fucking reason she couldn’t have stayed with her. She didn’t even like her mother, but yet went along with her and left me the fuck here. Alone.

Fuck Her. I slugged back more tequila in an attempt to clear my mind of Vann.

4

Vann

Waking up, my eyes felt heavy, and it was difficult to open them. I knew it had to be from the load of tears I’d shed the night before. The memories from the previous night flooded me, and the tears began to fall again.

Deke had kissed me goodbye. The significance of this was more than I could bear. He didn’t get to five years ago, and this was his way of finally shutting the door. I should have known he’d be pissed. I just didn’t expect to see him this hurt.

The first six months living with Aunt Tennie in California were terrible. I couldn’t eat or sleep, and I had no friends. No one. I was totally alone. My mom and aunt were either drunk or high and did nothing except occasionally give me money to get food because they had the munchies. I kept thinking it would get better, but I was dead wrong.

I missed Deke and my friends, but my mom kept telling me Deke would have moved on soon after we left and crying over some man was pathetic. A guy like him wouldn’t wait around.

I called Sawyer and Kinsley constantly, but my calls to Deke were never returned. I didn’t give up, but nothing ever came from any of my efforts. I was beyond hurt he didn’t answer—I was crushed. I just assumed my mom was right—I never meant anything to him.

His reaction to me last night was not what I had expected. When I thought about it, I didn’t know what I expected. I knew I wanted him back in my life, but his dismissal at Sully’s showed me exactly where I rated in his eyes.

Seeing him up on stage sent me into a tailspin. I watched as his muscles rippled each time he moved. Not to mention I wondered when he learned to play like that. I loved all the covers they sang and was mesmerized by the ones I didn’t know. He was absolutely gorgeous up there. No longer the boy that I knew, he was all man now.

While his hair was a bit darker than the light blond it once was, it was unruly and begged to have a woman’s hands in it. There was no doubt in my mind that he worked out. His arms were like tree trunks—strong. My imagination went a bit wild about what was under that black tee he was wearing. His tattoos damn near made my mouth water. I’d always written about men with tattoos, but seeing his in person caused a whole new kind of reaction. Deke’s left arm from wrist to elbow had three black abstract stars, varying in size. Above the stars, partially hidden by his sleeve, was another that appeared to be a tribal tattoo, but with words that I was unable to read from where I stood. At that moment, I wanted to explore each one.

When the set ended, I about lost my shit when I heard his voice. Once he was able to take his eyes off my body—mostly my chest—he looked in my eyes. Blue-gray on blue. I knew the moment he saw them he would recognize me.

And then the kiss happened. Holy shit could that man kiss. I was too caught up in the way his lips moved to even have a reasoning bone in my body. I tried to resist, but turned into liquid in his arms. This was what I had wanted for so long, and suddenly it was happening.

He stopped, his eyes turning cold as ice before the deadly blow: ‘Goodbye Vann.’ I never thought two words could hurt so badly.

After getting my sorry ass home, Sawyer and Kinsley took me up to my room where I shooed them away. I didn’t want anyone around. I needed some space. I cried—for leaving, for my mother guilting me into leaving, for my mother’s drinking, for my father’s stupidity. I cried for Deke.

At some point, I finally cried myself to sleep.

Waking up to two women bouncing on my bed was not the way I wanted to start my day. I needed to remember to lock the damn door. “What do you want? I’m tired,” I moaned at them.

“What do you want to do today?” Sawyer asked.

“Nothing. Sleep.”

“Stop that shit right now. Who gives a shit about Deke? You can do so much better than that man-whore.”

My eyes shot to Kinsley. I should have known she wouldn’t let last night slide. “Drop it.”

Plopping back down, I wrapped myself in a cocoon of blankets, but they didn’t stay on me long as Kinsley ripped them off.

“Damn it!” I yelled.

“I’m sorry, Vann,” Sawyer’s voice came out in a whisper.

“Don’t be,” I said as I tried to pull the pillow in front of my face, but Kinsley stopped me.

“Yeah, don’t be. She knew what could happen, and it’s done. Now let’s find some fresh meat!” Kinsley always had a way to make me smile even when I didn’t want to.

“Ha. Ha.” Blowing out a deep breath, I said, “Look, I knew that he might have this reaction. It just hurt. I’m gonna give myself today to have a Vann pity party, and then I’ll be good. Okay?”

Sawyer and Kinsley looked at each other, but Kins spoke, “Nope, you have the morning. This afternoon, we are getting manis, pedis, and going to lunch. So get your shit together.”

“Whatever,” I mumbled, pulling my covers back over me. Hearing the door close, I allowed the final tears that I was going to cry over Deke flow out of me. For five years, all I had thought about was getting Deke back in my life. Now, he was really gone.

Deke

My mouth tasted like fucking cotton, and I could barely open my eyes. Damn tequila. My bed didn’t feel right; it was bumpier than usual. Trying to take in my surroundings, seeing pink and feathers everywhere gave it away. Mindy’s. Fuck.

Looking to my side confirmed it, as I saw the naked woman sprawled out on the bed. I don’t even remember seeing her after I started drinking. I needed to get the fuck out of here. Rolling off the bed, pulling my clothes on as fast as I could, I reached for my cell to call Z. “Hey. At Mindy’s. Come get me.”

“Dude. I’m fucking sleeping. Can’t she take you?”

“No. Come on.”

Z sighed. “Damn it. Be there in five.”

Hearing Mindy’s purr, I knew she was wake. Fuck, I almost made it. “Gotta go. Later.”

“Wait. Who’s Vann?” Stopping dead in my tracks, I turned to look at her, the sheet falling down to her waist, her tits fully on display.

“What?” I asked.

“Who’s Vann? You kept calling me Vann last night. I’m all for role playing, but there toward the end, I was thinking she was an actual person.”

“Why?” I said, raising my eyebrow.

“You just kept saying shit about her leaving you. At least I’m assuming it’s a her.” I could see the hurt in Mindy’s eyes. It was time to break this shit.

“I don’t date dudes, so what do you think? This thing between us is over. Don’t come to me anymore,” I ground out, throwing my boots on.

“Why, what did I do? I let you call me another woman’s name and still kept fucking you.” Mindy’s face was flaming red. I knew this shit would happen. Women’s feelings always bubbled to the surface. This was exactly why I went for the easy fuck.

“Done. Later.”

Sitting on the front step, I tied my boots and waited for Z to show up. Fucking Vann. What did she think? I’d be happy to see her ass after all these years? She fucking left me. Left me. Fuck her.

She looked nothing like the Vann I remembered. Five years ago, she was the epitome of a book nerd, even had the glasses to go with it. But I saw something different in her. Everyone at school used to tease the shit out of her for reading all the time and never partying like the rest of us, but not me.

No one knew, but Vann was my fucking rock. She was there to catch me, at least for a little while.

“I don’t know how this happened,” I whispered, lying on Vann’s lap. The lake was quiet—only the sounds of the crickets chirping breaking the silence. The reflection of the moon in the water was blurry from my tears. I couldn’t make them stop. There was only one person on this planet that I would allow to see them. Vann.

“I’m so sorry, Deke.” Vann said those words to me hundreds of times over the past two months. Each time, I sucked them in. She stroked my hair over and over. I never told her that I absolutely loved it.

Vann was the only one who didn’t blame me. She didn’t think it was my fault. My parents did, the town did, hell, even I did … everyone thought it was my fault, but Vann. She was always trying to convince me that it was an accident. But that didn’t help. Who gave a shit if even the cops thought it was an accident. It just meant that I wasn’t going to jail. I should be there—forever—for what I did. It’d be better than going through the hell of my everyday life now.

It was almost two months since it happened. My mom refused to talk to me—what mom would do that? My dad only talked to me when he had to, but I’d take what I could get. My friends were still around, but no one said a word to me about it.

Except for Vann.

“I should have been watching more closely. If I would have, I could have stopped it.”

“No, you couldn’t have,” Vann argued.

“I could have at least tried,” I whispered.

“Jaxson wouldn’t want you doing this to yourself.” Vann’s voice was shaky. She was always nervous when she said his name, like she was afraid I might blow up at her, which unfortunately I had done several times.

“He’s not here to worry about it,” I clipped.

“I know. But he loved you.”

“That’s why I should have saved him, or it should have been me.” I’d never forget him yelling my name as the current took him under. I swam as fast as I could, but the undercurrent swept him away. I couldn’t find him, anywhere. I swam until my arms and legs wouldn’t work another second. The rescue squad found him four miles downstream.

I knew we shouldn’t have been hanging out in the creek. It had rained the day before and the water was moving fast, but we were stupid. And it cost Jaxson his life.

I looked up at the sound of a car horn as Z pulled into the drive. I needed to get my shit together.

“What’s up?” Z asked, breaking the silence in the truck.

“Nothing. Take me home,” I said, rolling the window down. I needed air.

“Grump. What crawled up your ass?” Z snarled.

“Mindy probably.”

“I didn’t even see you leave with her.”

I shrugged. “I don’t remember anything.”

“You remember kissing Vann?” Z asked, glancing over at me.

I met his eyes. “You think I’d fucking forget that?”

“So you gonna spill it?” Z was fishing. He knew only what I told him about Vann, since he didn’t move here ‘til senior year, and I wanted to keep it that way.

“Shut the fuck up and mind your damn business,” I growled, not wanting to talk about it.

“Damn, who pissed in your cheerios?” I glowered at him. Sometimes Z didn’t know when the hell to shut up. “All I can say is Vann is fucking hot, and if you don’t go for it, I am.”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” I snarled. What the fuck was he thinking?

“No, but you are if you don’t hit that shit. She’s unbelievable,” Z mused as he drove.

“Stay the fuck away from her. Hear me!” I barked at him.

“Whoa, bud. Don’t pop a fucking vein there. Is she your girl?”

Is she my girl? She was supposed to be, but she fucking left me with nothing. But I’d be damned if I sat around and watched this asshole, best friend or not, make a move on her. Instead of answering, I stared out the window. Fuck him.

“It’s cool.” Z must have realized I wasn’t going to answer him.

Grunting my response, I just wanted to get the hell out of the fucking car. I needed to get to the gym and beat the hell out of something.

Vann

After some much needed time out with Sawyer and Kinsley, I was now sporting hot pink toes, which were quite sexy if I said so myself. I told the girls I needed some time to write, but every time my fingers started on the keyboard, frustration took over.

I knew I wasn’t going to let Deke Sullivan have any more control over me. I’d let him have too much for more than five years. All I’d wanted was him. Every man I’d been with, thoughts of Deke came to me. I know that was shitty to admit, but it was true. Now that I knew it wasn’t going to happen, I needed to let go. Trying to forget I lay my fingers on the keyboard, closed my eyes, and allowed them to type. I was immediately immersed in my fictional world, where the sex I wrote was hotter than what I was living …

“Damn!” Kinsley’s voice made me jump.

“What the hell?” I asked, grabbing my heart.

“That was hot. Keep going.”

I rolled my eyes. “Kins, when I’m writing you can’t do that shit. I lose my thoughts and have a hell of a time remembering them.”

“Look if you want to read something, head up to the loft and grab a book. All mine are there, actually several copies of each.” I waved my arm toward my room.

“Awesome! My vibrator will get some use.” She smiled.

“If you’re gonna use your vibrator while reading it, keep the book please.”

“Only if you sign it … Gabriella.” She laughed.

“Ha. Ha. I don’t do signings, remember? The whole anonymity thing …”

“Because of creepy?” Kinsley’s nose wrinkled in disgust.

“Yeah. And others like him. There are some weird ones out there. I should show you some of the messages and pictures I get. You wouldn’t believe it.”

“Oh, I so want to see. Are we talking nakedness?” Kinsley’s interest perked up.

“Oh yeah. Nakedness of men old enough to be my father, with hairyass beer bellies, stroking their cocks.” I said nonchalantly as if none of it bothered me, but truth being told, it pretty much grossed me out.

“WHAT?” Kinsley’s eyebrows shot together in apparent shock.

“Yeah. That’s a sample. How about the variety set of dildos I got in my PO Box? They were all different sizes cause some guy ‘didn’t know what I’d need’.” I used my hands to demonstrate the different lengths he sent me. I didn’t dare tell her that one was written on in permanent marker… ‘this one is mine.’

“Eww… I mean getting dildos from some weirdo is strange, but do you still have them. I could use a new one.”

“Kinsley, gross!” I play slapped her arm trying to hold back a giggle.

“I’m just saying.” Kinsley shrugged her shoulders as if it was no big deal.

“Kinsley, I don’t keep any of that shit. I used to throw it all away, but now I have to catalog it and turn it over to the cops.”

“Holy shit. You had to give a box of dildos to a cop?” Her question coming out more like a screech.

I laughed. “Yep and it was fucking hilarious. The detective on the case set his tagger over. The guy was young, must have just joined the force and had no clue what he was getting. The look on his face when he opened that box was priceless. I wish to God I would have camera to capture his face. He’s actually in my book ‘Cuff ‘em.’ But in that book he ends up fucking the woman with them.”

Kinsley joined in my laughter. “Well it sure as hell isn’t gonna be boring around here with your wicked mind.”

“Hey, don’t knock it. Writing has been really good to me. I love my fans. There are only a few that freak me out, but I don’t let those ruin it for the others.” I said flippedly.

“If you don’t do book signings, how do people know anything about you?”

I shrugged. “Internet and social media. I’m an indie author, so I rely heavily on bloggers and word of mouth for my work. I have a pretty good following and made some good friends so that all works in my favor.”

“So Gabriella Daniels. I get the Daniels, that’s your Grams’s last name. Where did you come up with Gabriella? You’ve never said.”

I smirked. “Babynames.com.” Kinsley started laughing. “No really, I did. I had no clue what my pen name should be so I searched. Gabriella stuck.” After searching page after page of names.

“I thought maybe it was your great great grandma’s name or had some significance.”

I shut my laptop, setting it on the table. I knew I was done writing for the moment. “Nope. Eenie Meenie Miney Mo. Done. I liked the way it sounded.”

“It’s awesome. I love it. How’d you learn about pen names?”

I stared at her for a moment collecting my thoughts. “When I was in college a professor talked all about pen names and how some writers like their privacy. For me, I didn’t want my personal stuff getting out, mainly my mom being a drunk and, well, my dad being an ass. I wanted to deal with that shit on my own.”

“Are you going to tell anyone here?” Kinsley asked.

“Nope, the only ones who know are you, Saw, Grams and my editor, but I have a signed contract from my lawyer saying she can’t talk.” And thank God for that. I’d heard tons of shit has been getting leaked these last few months after some ‘investigations’ into author’s real information. I just prayed mine didn’t leak and get into the wrong hands.

“How many books have you published?”

I loved that Kinsley was taking an interest in my books. I might not be the highest paid or most sought after author, but I was proud of my accomplishments. “Right now, seventeen. I started when I left here and never stopped.”

“Vann!” Sawyer yelled from the house.

“What!” I yelled back immediately.

“You’re phone’s been vibrating all over my counter. Would you pick it up already?” Sawyer huffed.

“Yeah! Hang on. We good?” I asked Kinsley.

“Yep. We’re going out tonight. Get ready.” Kinsley hopped up, grabbing my arm to ‘help’ me up.

Groaning, I complained, “No, I really don’t want to. Look at last night. I don’t want to do it again.”

“We’re not going there. You won’t see him. Get ready, we’re leaving in an hour and a half.” I knew I wasn’t going to let him rule my emotions, but I’d be damned if I was going to see him the night after his asshole behavior. I needed a little mental breather.

“Great.” I plastered on a fake smile.

Entering the kitchen, smells engulfed me. “God, Saw what are you making?”

“My momma’s chicken parm. Get in the shower so we can eat and still have time to get ready,” she said while stirring something on the stove.

“Fine.” Grabbing my phone off the counter, I saw I had six missed calls, all from Grams. She could be so persistent. Hitting send, she answered on the second ring. “Hey Grams, What’s up?”

“You avoiding my calls?” Grams teased.

“No. I was writing.”

“Uh-huh. Anywho … I called Keith, and we are doing dinner tomorrow night!” I loved hearing the excitement in her voice.

“All right, what time?”

“I eat early. So be here at four. Keith said he and his clan could get here around four-thirty, so I’m planning on eating no later than five.”

“No problem. I’ll be there.”

“Love you, Savannah.”

“Love you, too, and see you tomorrow.”

After saying our goodbyes, it was time for me to get ready for what I was sure would be an eventful evening.

5

Deke

What a fucking day. No amount of kicking, punching, or jabbing at the gym helped get that little blonde out of my fucking head. She was stuck there like some disease—one I thought I cured a long ass time ago. No, she had to bring her ass back here and stir up shit. Fucking shit-stirrer.

And then to think I called her name out when I was fucking Mindy. How fucked is that? In all the years, I had never called a chick another woman’s name. Ever. I actually prided myself on that considering how many women have had my dick in them over the years. That was also why I switched to sweetheart—helped a lot.

Why the hell did she have to be a fucking knock out? If she were anyone else, she would’ve been under me last night. No question about it. I would have fucked her every possible way I could, and then I’d have done it again. But no. She had to be Vann.

“Deke?” Z’s head popped around my office door.

“What?”

“Glad I caught you in a good mood. You’re gonna love this.” Z tossed a manila folder onto the desk. Opening it up, I saw a picture of him. The asshole we’d been after for the past two fucking years—his scraggly haired, tattooed face staring back at me. What I wouldn’t give to find this asshole and end him, for good. Most of the papers I had seen many times; I practically had them memorized, but one stuck out.

“You see it?” Z asked.

“Yeah, I fucking see it.”

“You’re going in as a buyer,” Z announced.

“I figured. I’m gonna need good cover.” Last time I was face-to-face with this douche was a few years ago when I beat him to a fucking pulp. I’d have to change up my looks a bit. At least I was bigger now; that would help.

“Yeah. Working on that.” Z sighed. “You gonna let your personal shit go so we can do this?”

“Fuck no, it’s my personal shit that keeps me doing this,” I growled. Like I could forget the fucking reason I wanted this asshole. I’d prefer him six feet underground, but since I liked my freedom, this was the next best thing. I would just make sure that he had a great roommate in the pen.

“You gotta keep your cool or they’re gonna throw your ass off.” I knew that. I wasn’t official anymore. I gave that up when the rules fucking sucked at catching the scum of the earth. I couldn’t sit around waiting for all the red tape to clear before doing what needed to be done. This was a better option for me. I helped them out my own way, but still had the back up if I needed it.

“Sullivan!” Captain Craiger called.

“Yes sir.”

“Come take a seat and shut the door.” I knew this wasn’t good. Captain only called you in his office and shut the door for disciplinary shit. I knew why I was there. I just didn’t want to deal with the bullshit of it.

I did as he instructed and took a seat in front of his desk.

“Look son, that shit you pulled out there the other day, we can’t have it. Too much paperwork and it comes down hard on the whole force. This is the third time.”

This time I couldn’t help it. The little fucking weasel deserved having his ass kicked for selling dope to a thirteen year old kid. I would have killed him had my partner not pulled me off him.

“I know.” I was going to say I was sorry, but thought better of it. I wasn’t sorry. He was too fucking high to give a shit anyway.

“And I know you’d do it again in heartbeat.” Captain blew out a deep breath. “Look son, I have a team and I want you to be part of it. You are too good to let go, and this might be right up your alley, but no one can ever know. Officially you will be discharged from the force.”

I immediately accepted.

“I’ve got this,” I said, pulling myself out of my thoughts.

“Meet Sam at your place at seven. She’s gonna fix your ass so you can buy. At nine, we’re gonna roll into Schooner’s. I’m hanging back, you’re doing the exchange.”

“Got it. Gotta talk to Ace.”

* * *

Sam worked her magic. Looking in the mirror, I didn’t even recognize myself. My hair was now black as coal hanging long to my shoulders. It was gonna drive me crazy as fuck, but I’d get over it. Contacts changed my blue eyes to green, and the goatee was a nice touch. I grabbed a long-sleeved polo and some jeans. The shit I was buying cost good money, so I needed to make sure I looked like I had it.

Grabbing my shades and tucking my gun in my boots, I was as ready as I was gonna get.

Heading out, Z was in a beautiful Camaro parked at the curb. “Like it?” He smirked.

I whistled. “Hell yeah. How’d you swing this?”

“Connections.” Sam did a bang up job on him, too. I wouldn’t have known it was him had I not been expecting him.

“Dumbass.”

Pulling up to Schooner’s, the place looked busy, which was good for what I needed to do. We were just getting a sample this time, pictures of the transaction, audio from the wire I had on, but no arrests. I didn’t understand the fucking wire; it would be loud as shit in there. They wouldn’t be able to pick anything up.

Scoping out the place, I couldn’t see him. “I’m gonna take a walk,” I called out to Z after grabbing my beer. I knew there were guys in here, and probably some women, too, watching my every move. I also knew they only stepped in if I needed it.

I scanned the place as I walked, but nothing. Intel said he’d be here tonight. Damn it. The dance floor was packed wall-to-wall with people. So many hot chicks, but I needed to get this shit done first. “Fuck,” I murmured to myself.

In the middle of the floor dancing were Sawyer, Kinsley, and Vann—bumping and grinding with each other and some fucking dudes. What the fuck was she doing here? Fury raged through me. I didn’t know if it was because she was here or because the asshole behind her was grinding his shit all over her.

I wanted to rip that fucker off her and shove his balls down his throat. I needed to find Z; he needed to keep an eye on them so I could get this shit done. Walking up to Z, he had a beautiful brunette hanging on his every word. “Give us a minute, sweetheart.” I smiled.

“Sure handsome, you wanna join us later,” she purred.

“We’ll see.” Her smile showed the teeth of a veteran smoker—not my type at all.

“I’ll be back,” Z told her and followed.

“We got a situation. Sawyer, Kinsley, and Vann are here. They shouldn’t recognize us, but we gotta keep an eye on them. You need to keep an eye on them.” After pointing out the girls and having another beer, I began my rounds of quiet questions to a few of glassy-eyed users trying to find this bastard.

A tap on my shoulder caught my attention. “You looking for me,” asked the scrawny ass I’d been waiting for.

“Yeah, you got some?” I said, eyeing him.

“Not here.” Fuck. I began to turn away.

“I meant not here. Back.” His head nodded, motioning for me to follow him. The back hall was a lovely fucking office. It was dark, but I could still see him. God, I just wanted to punch his fucking lights out.

“Cost?” I asked dismissively.

“Twenty.” I thought for sure he sold this shit for much more than that. Fucker kept scratching his arm—looking around—nervous as all shit. You’d think if he was so damn nervous, he would’ve made sure to know to whom he was selling.

I folded up a twenty and motioned to shake his hand. When his hand left mine, I was holding a baggie. No sooner did I look up, he was gone. Shoving the baggie in my pocket, I strolled back to the bar. We could get the hell out of here now.

The fact that I let the asshole just leave to sell more shit did not escape me. When Captain said there wouldn’t be rules for this new job, he lied. Not only were there a shit-ton of rules, I still had to follow the regulations of the police force and deal with all their bullshit. I just did it undercover now and below everyone’s radar. It also had me constantly rethinking this whole involvement I had with them in the first place.

Problem was, I did like it. Catching the fuckers that had ripped my life apart made it totally worth it. It was the one thing that I could be proud of, even though my father thought I was an even bigger disgrace for getting kicked off the force. Would I love to throw it in his face what I did? Hell yeah. Maybe then he’d shut the hell up, but I didn’t.

“Where the hell is Z?” I mumbled to myself. He’d better not have found a piece of ass and left me.

Ordering a Jack and Coke, I scanned the space. “Son of a bitch.” Downing the drink, I stalked out to the dance floor—to Z out on the floor between Kinsley and Vann. Touching, groping, moving, the girls ate this shit up with big smiles on their faces. Sawyer was next to them, dancing and laughing along.

Vann. Damn her. I could still feel her lips on mine. When she finally relaxed enough to let me in, I couldn’t help but take what I wanted. I’d wanted to kiss her for five long fucking years and the whole ‘Goodbye Vann’ thing just came to me. I needed closure; she never gave that to me.

Sure, she’d called, texted, and emailed, but there was no way in hell I was going to do that shit. If she’d wanted to talk to me, she could have brought her ass home and done so. But no, she stayed away.

And if she thought that I had no idea that she went away to college and could have come back then, she was sorely mistaken. People in this town talked and shit was easy to find out when you owned a bar and listened.

I’d even give her the first year since supposedly her mom made her leave, but what about the other four? She could have come here during that time, but no, she stayed away.

Well, fuck her.

And fuck me because her body was fucking hotter than hell and my dick was taking notice. That short ass skirt was killing me. It would be so easy to pull up …

Snapping myself out of my thoughts, I glared at Z as I walked up to them. The smirk, as he saw me, made me want to punch him in the jaw, but as he turned and gave his attention mostly to Sawyer, I figured what the hell.

With Vann’s back to me, I easily slid up behind her and began dancing. The instant her body froze and she twirled around, I also froze, figuring she was probably going to slap me for what I did last night.

With wide eyes, her shoulders immediately slumped and the long flow of air leaving her body deflated her. Her eyes once full of hope and excitement fell flat.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya, sweetheart.”

Vann’s smile was absolutely stunning, but it seemed a bit forced. “You didn’t.” She eyed me from head to toe, and I wasn’t sure why. She just saw me last night. “Your cologne reminded me of someone. Sorry.”

Taking a few seconds to process her words, it suddenly hit me. My disguise. Fuck. Of course she didn’t recognize me, but she knew my smell, and dammit if that didn’t completely turn me on. At least she was somewhat thinking of me.

“Sorry to disappoint ya.” I added a bit more drawl and twang to my voice to mask it.

“Not disappointed.” She smiled and pulled me to her. “Let’s dance.”

6

Vann

I swore Deke was standing right behind me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, and my heart pulsated rapidly. The smell. His cologne was unmistakable, woodsy, and panty dropping.

Needless to say, when I turned around and didn’t see him, my heart fell. This man had the same build as Deke, but the long dark hair, green eyes, and goatee were totally wrong. Not to say this guy wasn’t hot, but he wasn’t Deke.

The girls brought me here to have fun, so I might as well have fun with this guy. If nothing else I could smell him. Pathetic, totally pathetic. Wrapping my arms around his neck, his hair was covering his skin. I leaned over to his ear. “What’s your name?”

“Gunner.” His voice was smooth as silk with a Southern drawl heard even through all the loud music.

“Vann!” I yelled back. He just smirked as I turned around in his arms, lining our bodies up back to front.

Instead of thinking, I just danced. I probably looked like a total slut, but whatever. Most of the people here had no clue who I even was, not that I should care. It felt liberating to grind and rub all over this hottie. I could feel his erection hard on my ass, and it made me want to give him some more.

Gripping his hips with my hands, I began to move my ass up and down his body, dropping low and continuing to grind along the way. I could smell Gunner on me, and I tried to only think of him and not Deke, but it was hard.

Gunner’s strong arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me even tighter to him. His lips and goatee were scraping my neck, and I felt my knees want to give out. The problem was, I wasn’t with Gunner … In my mind, it was Deke. How fucked up was that. Turning to him, I leaned into his ear. “I’m gonna take a break. Thanks.” I grabbed Kinsley and Sawyer and led them to the bar.

“Whatever they want, I’m buying.” Gunner’s voice stopped me. I didn’t even see him follow us.

“Thanks, but that’s okay.” I smiled sweetly. I didn’t want anything more from this guy than to dance.

“Nope, I’m buying.” Gunner’s strong, powerful voice almost scared me. It was controlled and domineering, but I kinda loved it.

I smiled into his green eyes. I swore those eyes didn’t look right, but I thought it was the alcohol talking. “Thanks.”

“No problem. You dance like that, you deserve a drink.” His wink and smirk were unbelievably sexy. Too bad my damn mind was on that irritating SOB from last night.

“Damn, he’s hot,” Kinsley said in my ear.

“Yea. He is.” I smiled back, not wanting to give my true thoughts away.

“Stop it!” Kinsley’s abrupt voice caught me off guard.

“What?” I asked, staring at her.

“You need to let him go and have fun.”

“It’s only been a day. I can’t erase five years like that.” Snapping my finger, I thought it helped get my point across.

“I didn’t say marry the guy, but just have fun.”

I knew she was right. It wasn’t like I’d been saving myself for the all-powerful Deke Sullivan all these years. But Kinsley’s right. I needed to get over this shit.

Downing my drink and pulling Gunner’s arm, I said, “Let’s dance,” and dragged him to the middle of the floor. If nothing else, it would feel real nice having his rock hard body pressed up against mine. Maybe he could help me forget.

The loud pulse of the music caused my body to move. Even as sweat poured off my body, I didn’t stop. I didn’t think. I just did. The strong arms and hands that were around me were guiding me in a subtle way, and I let him.

Gunner turned me around to face him, his growing erection now pushing into my belly. It’d been way too long since I’d had sex and I couldn’t help but think what it would be like with this man.

In one swift move, Gunner reached for the back of my head, thread his fingers through my hair, and crushed his lips down on mine. Shocked, I didn’t kiss him back, but he kept trying to coax me into it. It reminded me too much of last night.

Abruptly, I pushed Gunner away. “Gotta go.”

Pushing past him, I headed straight for the girls. “We gotta go.” The look on their faces told me they were not ready, but I didn’t have time for this. “I’m leaving. If you want to come, fine, but I’m going out to catch a cab.”

Walking through the crush of people, I instantly felt the walls closing in on me—my insides twisted and my knees wanted to give way. I needed air. Pushing through the doors, I propped myself up on the wall, bending at the waist and trying to get myself pulled together.

These damn anxiety attacks hadn’t gotten any better. The medicine, the therapy, nothing helped. The damnedest things set them off, and there really was no rhyme or reason to them.

After a couple minutes, I was finally able to catch my breath, and I pulled myself up. “Shit!” I jumped.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya ... again,” Gunner’s voice powered through the fog.

“I didn’t even hear you come up,” I said, clutching my chest.

“I didn’t want to bother you. Looked like you needed a minute.”

“Thanks. I’m good now. You can go back in.” I couldn’t be around him anymore. His smell was just too damn much.

“I just wanna make sure you get in the cab okay. Then I’ll leave ya alone.” Hearing the sincerity in his voice made me wish I could get the hell over Deke, but I needed time.

“Thanks. Sorry about in there.”

“No big deal. I thought you were feeling it, and I wanted to kiss those beautiful lips.” He smirked.

Clearing my throat, I knew I had to let this one go. “Look Gunner, you’re hot, and you definitely turn me on, but I’m not looking for that right now.”

“It’s the guy I smell like, huh?” His eyes focused on the parking lot, appearing to be in deep thought.

“I shouldn’t have told you that. I just could have sworn you were him when you brushed up against me. It’s not right to compare.”

“It’s fine. I was just looking for a good time.” His drawl seemed to get a bit deeper.

“Sorry, but that’s not me. I’ll dance, but anything else isn’t going to happen.”

“Well, whoever it is that smells like me needs to get his head out of his ass and not let you go.”

Turning, I smiled. “Thanks for that, but it was over before it even started. It was my own fault. Not that I really had a choice.” I focused on my feet. I didn’t know this guy, and here I was telling him shit about me that he didn’t need to know.

“We all have choices, Vann. Some are made for us and others are our own. If it’s something you really want, don’t give up.”

“Funny. For five years I held onto my hope, but in one night it was crushed. I’m a big girl, though. I’ll be fine.”

“You waited five years for this asshole?” he asked, surprised.

“Yeah. See, I had to leave town, not by choice, mind you, but it messed everything up. It’s my fault, but having to choose family over everything else is what had to happen.”

“Do you regret your choice?” Gunner’s tone sounded like he was a million miles away and not standing right next to me.

“Ahhh … tricky question. Yes and no. Yes, because of what I lost and what could have been. Not saying it would have been anything; we were both young.” Walking over to the bench seat, Gunner followed and sat next to me. “It’s hard to miss someone so much and everyday feel like a part of you is breaking and dying off.” After no response from him, I continued, “No, because I needed to grow up. I needed to learn how to handle my family and make something of myself.”

“And you figured it would all work out if you saw him again?”

Crossing my legs, I turned toward him. “Honestly, I didn’t know what to expect. I’d been waiting so long to see him face-to-face that I had all these scenarios in my head of how it would play out, but nothing like what happened.”

“Maybe he was just as shocked as you were.” Gunner’s voice was a low whisper, and I could barely make out the words.

“Maybe, but he said goodbye, something I didn’t let him do before, and I could see in his eyes that he meant it.” Turning back toward the lot, I added, “I just didn’t expect it to suck so badly.”

“Well, he’s an ass for letting you walk away.”

“Thanks, but it’s a two way street, and it wasn’t meant to be. I’ll be fine. I’m really sorry about tonight. You’re a really nice guy, but it’s just too weird.” I turned to look at him. “You know, if you cut and lightened your hair, shaved off your goatee, and had blue eyes, I swear you could be his twin. I thought at first I was imagining it, but sitting this close, I can really see it.”

“Well, if I were him, I wouldn’t be stupid enough to let you walk away.”

Giving him a half smile, I stood up. I need to get the hell out of here. “Thanks for tonight and listening to me ramble. I’m sure you will find someone inside with a lot less baggage.”

Gunner rose and stood next to me. Inhaling his cologne, I wanted to melt. Surprisingly, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug. I rested my head on his shoulder and returned it, closing my eyes and enjoying the comfort.

“Wait,” Gunner’s deep voice had me turning my head up to look in his eyes, our faces close.

“What?” I asked.

“Why didn’t you come home sooner?” I thought it was an odd question from him, but then again, it was one I didn’t want to answer so I shrugged. “Come on, Vann, why? It seems odd that you waited.”

I closed my eyes and pulled out of his arms. I needed some air. Sitting back down, I crossed my legs. “Stupidity.”

“What?” Gunner moved to sit next to me.

Blowing out a long breath, I said, “In my messed up, teenage brain, I believed my mom. She told me repeatedly that he had moved on, and after the millionth time of hearing it, I believed her. I mean, what would someone like him want with a bookworm like me?” I waved my arm up my body. “He was popular and had every girl falling at his feet. Me, though? I was a wallflower. I knew I wasn’t in the same league as him.”

“What changed your mind then?” Gunner’s hand touched my thigh, but I didn’t pull away.

“Me. I changed.” We sat in silence for a moment. “After I went to college and got away from my mom, I finally realized that I’m not the shit on the bottom of someone’s shoe. I’m worthy of wanting what I want. I guess you could say I gained some confidence.” I smiled over at him.

“Glad to hear it, because you are a beautiful woman.”

“Thanks.” I blushed.

Hearing the sound of a car pulling up, I glanced over to see the cab I asked the bouncer to grab me was parked and ready. “Sorry to cut this short, but I have to go. Thank you for tonight.”

“It was fun. Thank you.”

“For what? I used you like a therapy session. What a great night for you,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Stop. It was great. It was nice to have a conversation that wasn’t hyped up on getting someone in bed.”

“Thanks, I think.” I didn’t know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult.

“Vann, just remember that, in life, lots of things aren’t what they seem. Sometimes it takes blind coincidence to pull in your favor. Sometimes it’s pure luck. Other times, it is persistence. Think about what you really want. You never know, this guy could be hiding and not ready to be found quite yet. It could be him and not you.”

As Gunner’s words began to sink in, I was mesmerized by his straightforwardness and willingness to give advice.

“Thanks.” Walking up to him, I threw my arms around him one final time. His strong arms pulled me into a tight hug. “Thank you for everything,” I whispered in his ear.

“It was nice to meet you, Vann. I’ll see you around.” Letting me go, he opened the cab door as I climbed in.

“Same here.”

Shutting the door, the cab took off. I couldn’t help but turn around to the man still standing there. If only it was a different time in my life, maybe it could have worked.

Deke

Fuck. I felt like I just experienced some out of body shit. Vann had no clue who I was, but she was damn smart. The comment about getting rid of my hair and changing a few things struck me. I should have known that if anyone would be able to tell, it would be Vann.

Luckily, alcohol played a role in keeping her thoughts away from the realization. But that fucking conversation. I wanted to know why she left. I’d wanted to know for five years, but couldn’t bring myself to talk to her. Anger was something that just ate at your insides, and I was too damn stubborn to let it go.

When she left, I couldn’t take it.

“What’s this?” I asked Mom.

“It was taped to the front door with your name on it,” she said curtly.

Who the hell would tape a note to the door? Texting, calling, emailing … but a letter. Really?

Climbing up the stairs to my room, I opened it.

She left? No, she didn’t leave. I just talked to her last night. She never said one word about leaving me.

Grabbing my keys, I ran outside and two doors down to her house. Banging on the door, my heart was beating feverishly. No answer. I slammed the door again with my fist, but nothing.

Running around the house, I peered up at Vann’s window. I’d climbed in it several times, and she always left it unlocked for me. Hoisting myself up, I found it open. Bingo.

Climbing in her room, everything was scattered. There were clothes, books, pictures laying aimlessly on the floor. The closet door was wide open, hangers dangling from the racks.

Shit.

Walking through the house provided the same picture. Everything was out of place and ransacked. If I hadn’t gotten the note from Vann, I would have thought they had been robbed.

She’d really left. Going back into her room, I slowly eased onto the bed. Lowering my head into my hands, a lone tear fell from my eye. She couldn’t have just left me.

Raising my head, I looked up to the ceiling; I thought God really hated me. I didn’t understand what I had done wrong in my life to keep having bad things happen every time I turned around.

Glancing at the dresser, I noticed a bunch of jewelry thrown about. Rifling through it, I didn’t see anything of significance. Looking down, I noticed the top drawer askew and something shiny caught my eye.

Inside was a long, black leather rope chain, and attached to the end was a key—a very old looking key with a long, rounded belly and a lone notch at the end. The top was rounded in several spots in a swirly design.

Reaching in, I picked it up in my palm, the weight of it heavy against my fingers. Clutching onto it for dear life, I wished that Vann would come walking in the room and say it was all a joke. But she never came in.

Eyeing the key, I realized this was the only connection that I had to her now. Slipping the key around my neck, I clutched it to my palm.

And five years later, I could still feel the rope of leather around my neck. Placing my hand on my chest, I could feel the key through my shirt. The rope was very worn since I had yet to take it off.

Heading back into the bar, I set my sights on grabbing Z and getting fuck out of here. Sliding up to him, I said, “Let’s go.” Z was still talking with Kinsley and Sawyer at the bar and, from that damn smile on this face, appeared to be enjoying himself. I wasn’t sure why he did this to himself; he knew these girls were off limits. They were the relationship type and that was not Z or I.

A slight brush of a hand on my arm caught my attention. Sawyer. I smiled politely at her. “Did Vann get in the cab okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Sorry about her. She’s just not herself right now.”

“It’s cool. She told me about it.”

Sawyer’s eyes bore into mine as she whipped her head around. “She told you about him?”

“Yeah.”

“But she knew you a whole five minutes,” she argued.

“Guess I’m easy to talk to.”

Sawyer sat for a bit, staring at me. “Huh. Well, he doesn’t know it, but he did a number on her.”

He did a number on her. What the fuck? I didn’t leave, she fucking did. Shaking my head out of my internal freak out, I focused on Sawyer.

“She said she had to leave.”

“Yeah, not by choice; her mom guilted her into it. She’s a piece of work. She tried to stay with her Grams, but her mom spewed a bunch of shit at her, and she believed it. Hell, she even tried to stay with me.” Turning to look me in the eye, she added, “I’m not sure what she told you, and she just has a lot to get over, but don’t count her out yet.”

Winking at me, she pulled Kinsley back out to the dance floor, leaving Z and me in the wake.

“Let’s go,” I growled.

“We gotta get some first,” Z argued.

“No. Not tonight. Let’s go.” Grabbing his arm, I pulled him to move.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Z barked at me.

“Nothing. Let’s go.” I let anger flow through me. I knew I was radiating some seriously mean vibes. I couldn’t put how I was feeling into words anyway.

“Fuck.” Z finished his drink and followed me out.

The car ride back was quiet, except for the roar of the Camaro engine. My mind replayed the entire conversation with Vann and Sawyer. She was guilted into going? Really?

Climbing out of Vann’s window, I ran. I took off until my body couldn’t move, and I couldn’t catch my breath. I hunched over and leaned against a large oak tree. The run did nothing to clear my mind, though. Did she even know how deep her leaving cut me? Did she even give a shit?

Jaxson left me, and now Vann. What the fuck was wrong with me that everyone I loved left? Tears freefell from my eyes, sadness roaring through me.

That was the last time I cried for Vann, and anger since took over. And I could deal with anger. I joined the gym and took every bit of frustration out on that damn bag, punching it ‘til my hands bled.

I thought I was over this shit.

“You gonna tell me what the hell’s going on?” Z muttered, breaking the silence.

“No.”

“Come on. If you want Vann, go for it.”

“If I wanted her, I would have her underneath me.”

“But instead you’re moping like a pussy.”

My hand instantly wrapped around the arm of his shirt, pulling him tightly. I knew my grip was rough, but I didn’t give a shit. “I’m not a fucking pussy.”

“Dude, chill.” Z didn’t even turn to look at me.

I released him and continued my blank stare out the window.

7

Vann

Waking up this morning sucked, but I needed to write. I had deadlines and they needed to be met. Sitting at my favorite spot on the deck, my hands began to glide over the keyboard.

“Vann!”

“Shit.” My hand fumbled on the keyboard.

“Yeah?” I yelled back at Kinsley.

“Here.” As she handed me a large mug of coffee, the thought crossed my mind to kiss her smack on the lips.

“Thank you. I need this.”

“So, you writing?”

“Was.” I glared at her.

“Sorry. I’m getting bad at that, huh?”

“It’s fine. It’s just something we gotta work out.”

“You know, Gunner was hot.”

Taking a deep breath, I knew this conversation was coming. I’d been trying to avoid it most of the morning. “Yeah, I don’t know what it was about him, but he was really easy to talk to.”

“Maybe you can go out with him sometime,” she suggested, shrugging her shoulders.

I knew she was trying to get me over Deke, but going out with Gunner wasn’t going to happen. “He reminds me too much of Deke.”

Kins’s eyes bore into mine. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. Just a vibe I got.”

“No biggie. There are tons of hotties around here.”

I smirked.

Going back to my laptop, writing became difficult as thoughts of Deke continually entered my brain.

* * *

When I talked to Grams on the phone, she was so excited to see me tonight, and I’d admit I was, too. After not seeing her for so long, I felt as if I needed to make up for lost time.

“Grams?”

“Oh, my girl, come give me a hug.” Embracing her and smelling her perfume, I felt as if I was finally home. Dad ruined everything back then and nothing was ever the same.

“Hey Grams. Need any help?”

“Sure thing. Come.” Following Grams down the narrow hallway, the kitchen was singing with pots bubbling and cooking utensils everywhere. Grams always liked to have ‘everything within reach’ when she cooked.

“Here Grams.” I handed her the small tin I held in my hands.

“What’s this?”

“A present.”

Opening the tin, her face lit up as soon as she saw it. “You made me fudge?”

“Of course I did.”

The small tear that wavered in her eye did not escape me, but I didn’t make a big deal of it. “Thank you, my girl.”

“You’re welcome. What do ya need me to do?”

Brushing her hands on her daisy-covered apron, she got down to business. “Start over there with the veggies. Cut them up to go in that big bowl for the salad.”

We worked in silence for some time, the only sound filling the kitchen was Grams moving from pot to pot. It was noisy, but peaceful being in the kitchen with her again. “You know, I wasn’t gonna bring this up, but you may see your dad around town. He moved back.”

My head whipped around to Grams. “What? When?”

I had known Dad moved away from Cottonwood because of Grams. I thought it was for the best being as I wanted to come back and really didn’t care to see him. “About two years ago. I was gonna tell ya earlier, but just didn’t want ya to hurt, and I didn’t want it to be an excuse for you not to come home.”

“That wouldn’t keep me away. Is she with him?” I already knew the answer; I just needed to hear the words.

“Yep. And their kid. Your sister.” I groaned. I knew I had a five year old sister. Grams didn’t keep that from me, but I had no connection to her since dad moved away right after he split from mom.

“Grams, I can’t do this,” I whispered.

“I know it’s hard, my girl, but it is what it is. Your daddy didn’t make good choices and let me tell you, I’ve had a hard time getting over what he did to you girls, but it’s in the past. You should get to know your sister.” Grams’s eyes were soft, but firm.

“I don’t know about that.” I hadn’t known a lot of things when I left—only that my mom was having a mental breakdown.

“The kid’s innocent.” I knew deep down Grams was right. Even now, having the sister I’d always wanted, I couldn’t help but think of all the hurt the whole situation caused my family.

“Grams. I don’t think I can.”

“You don’t have to do it today. Just think about it. And be prepared if you happen to see him downtown.” Grams patted my shoulder and then squeezed it slightly.

“What’s he up to these days?” I knew I shouldn’t give a shit, but he was my father.

“When he got back, I don’t know how he did it, but he bought the laundromat and carwash in town. He runs them,” she said as she stirred the pot.

“Wow. Guess he’s back to normal, huh?” Dad was always involved in something. It never failed, he was trying the next best thing.

“Guess so. Are you?” Grams’s voice was incredulous. I knew she only wanted the best for me, but she made it difficult to answer her.

“I’m fine.” My voice was low and quiet.

“You will not lie to me, young lady,” Grams’s stern voice had me turning toward her.

“Sorry, Grams. It’s part of me that I have to deal with.” Not really. I hadn’t done well dealing with the first year being in California. Mom’s constant badmouthing and my anger from having to move ate at me, making me hate him. But as time went on, I started seeing things differently and not with rose colored glasses. It didn’t make it any easier.

Grams stopped stirring the spaghetti noodles and got right in my face. “You’re giving him and your mom control. You need to take it back.”

“What?” I asked her, stunned by her abruptness.

“You are giving him the control of your life. You have to figure out how to deal with it,” Grams said as if it were the most common knowledge in the world.

“Grams, how the hell am I supposed to do that?”

“As much as I don’t want to say this, maybe talk to him. You’ve grown up. Maybe he can explain himself.” I didn’t think there was anything that he could do to explain his actions.

“Ha! Grams, he cheated on Mom and left us. Now, I’m not saying Mom is innocent, but he left me.” The hurt from those words broke my heart. I went from having a dad who loved me and spent time with me to … nothing.

Grams’s eyes bored into me. “You do remember that he was with you up until Annabelle decided to leave, then you didn’t have contact.”

“It’s what he wanted. He just wanted to be rid of us,” I whimpered, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall.

“Savannah Marie. Stop that. Your momma’s been feeding you shit for years, stop eating it.” I stared into Grams’s eyes searching for the answers I didn’t think I’d be able to find.

“Grams,” I whined.

“Don’t Grams me. You need to deal with this.”

Wiping my arm across my eyes, I wanted to end this conversation. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore. What can I help with next?”

Grams stared at me as if the wheels in her head were turning and she wanted to tell me what they were saying. She didn’t. Instead, she said, “Peel the carrots and slice them. I’ll let it go … for now.”

“Thanks.” Grams’s words swirled around in my head. She had never steered me wrong, but I thought I was doing okay without my dad. I hadn’t talked to him in years and tried not to think about him either. He never called so I assumed he didn’t want anything to do with me.

“So, since your father’s off the table, let’s talk about this boy you like ... Deke? Right?”

Rolling my eyes, I said, “I really don’t want to talk about him either. And don’t act like you don’t know him.”

“Oh, I know him all right. He was splashed all over the papers for months for getting kicked off the police force. But, if you ask me, that drug dealer he beat up deserved it.”

“I read about it.”

“He’s done good for himself, especially after everything he’s lost. Brother. Mom. Shame,” she said, shaking her head.

“His mom overdosed. Right?”

“Yes. Such a shame what happened to that family. First, Jaxson in the creek. Then his mom trying to cope by using drugs. It’s a surprise that Deke turned out pretty decent.”

“Grams, he got kicked off the force. How is that decent?”

“He got cut for beating up drug dealers. You can’t say that’s bad.”

“True.”

“So, tell me.”

I should have known Grams wouldn’t let it go. “I hurt him. He won’t say that, but I did. I just left him after Jaxson’s death and only wrote him a letter saying bye. It was wrong.” My leaving Deke couldn’t have come at a worse time. His brother had just drowned two months prior, and he was getting so much backlash from everyone around him.

“I don’t know what to do, Vann.” Deke’s voice was soft.

“I know.” Stroking his hair softly, he laid his head in my lap. These were the best times. For two months, we had been coming here. I knew that Deke was doing it out of grief, spending time with me, but I took it and held on to it with all my might.

This time with him had been the best of my life and how morbid was that when he was going through so much pain. But I couldn’t lie; I loved and craved every second of it. All these hours every night deepened the feelings that I had for him.

Deke hadn’t paid a lick of attention to me in school. Sure, his parents and mine had cookouts, and we were forced to see each other at those, but he never gave any indication that he wanted to spend time with me outside of those times.

Then the night that Jaxson drown, Deke came to my bedroom window tapping on it repeatedly. He scared the living shit out of me. Rushing to the window, Deke stood below, his clothes a mess, half falling off him and only wearing one flip flop.

When his eyes met mine, my heart broke. He had been crying, his face a tangled mess of runny tears and puffy eyes. Lifting the window, I asked, “Deke, what’s wrong?”

“Jaxson’s dead. I killed him.”

“What?”

“He’s gone.”

“Hang on.”

Throwing some clothes on, I motioned for him to climb through the window. He did so without a word.

“What happened?” Deke sat next to me on the bed and began telling me the horrible details of his brother’s death. I listened to every word that came out of his mouth, wondering the entire time why he chose to come to me.

“I’m assuming that you’ve seen him since you’ve been back.” Grams began stirring the large pot on the stove.

“Yep. At Sully’s. He … he kissed me goodbye.”

“Huh?”

“He realized it was me, grabbed my head, kissed me, and said, ‘Goodbye Vann.’ Then turned around and left,” I said waving my hand in the air.

“Well, he’s up on the dramatics isn’t he?”

“It wasn’t fun.”

“I bet it wasn’t. But now is time to pull up your big girl panties.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Pull them up. No use in doing that pity shit.” Grams turned and stared in my eyes. No more trying. This happened a couple days ago right?” I nodded. “That’s enough time for the pity train. Think back to your books. What would Mara or Keely do if this were them?”

“Grams, those are fictional characters who pop in my head,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“But real to you. You need to decide if you want to fight for him or let it go. Do one or the other.”

“He doesn’t want me, so I’m thinking the choice is pretty clear.”

“You think a man goes through a display like that and doesn’t want you? I’m willing to bet it’s the opposite and seeing you again flared that spark.”

“Grams, you are seriously wrong on this. You didn’t see the look in his eyes.”

“It was hurt. Look Vann, your mom took you away. It hurt all of us, but you couldn’t do anything about it. It was what had to happen at the time. If he doesn’t want to take the time to find out the whats and whys, then that’s his loss and you need to move on.”

“I know.” Even though it sucked.

Grams came over, placing her hand on mine. “My girl, life happens, and it happens fast. You have to figure out what you want and go for it. You never know if it will be there tomorrow.”

I stared into Grams’s eyes and smiled.

“All right, let’s get this done. Keith and his clan will be here soon.”

“Okay.” Grams was right. If he was done, then it was done.

* * *

“Keith, my boy, get in here!” Grams yelled from the kitchen. “It’s show time,” she said, grabbing my hand and pulling me behind her. I hadn’t seen Uncle Keith or any of his family in more than five years. Mom didn’t get along with him, which meant that I didn’t get to see him, except at the family dinners that Grams had.

“Oh. My. God!” a feminine voice screeched from the hallway. “Savannah!”

“Hi, Aunt Mary.” She was wrapping me in a tight bear hug before I got all the words out.

“Let me look at you.” Holding me out at arm’s length, she examined me from head to toe. I could feel my face blushing. I wasn’t shy by any means, but this was a bit too much. “You are so beautiful,” she mused.

“Thanks.” Aunt Mary stood there for what seemed like ages just smiling at me, making me feel a bit uncomfortable. With her short, dark brown hair, cut around her face, her large brown eyes were piercing me.

“Hi.” Uncle Keith’s deep baritone voice broke through my panic. Letting go of Aunt Mary, I moved over to him.

Trying to wrap my arms around him was a bit harder. He was much larger and built like a linebacker. I don’t remember him being like this before. His blue eyes and short brown hair were the same, but his broad shoulders were new. He was very handsome.

“Hi Uncle Keith.” I tried to not let my shyness come through in my voice, but I heard it. I hadn’t seen him in so long; I couldn’t help but wonder what he thought of me.

“How are you baby girl?” His voice was deep and calm.

I looked up into his eyes and saw warmth and acceptance. “I’m doing great. Glad to be home.”

“We are so happy to have you here. We missed you so much.” At his words, I actually believed him.

“Me too,” I whispered.

Meeting his family was awkward to say the least, but it was nice to be around family.

Movement caught my eye. Turning toward it, I felt my mouth drop. Z was standing in the doorway with a huge grin on his face. His dark brown hair cut close to the sides, but was a bit wild on the top. His upper body was covered in a white t-shirt that stretched across his broad, muscular shoulders. His gray eyes met mine. “What are you doing here?” I asked, still in a state of shock.

“Hey Vann,” was all he said as he swooped in to give me a hug.

“You two know each other?” Uncle Keith boomed from behind us sounding a bit accusatory.

Z let me go. “Umm … we met the other night. Right, Z?” I didn’t know why I felt so nervous all of the sudden. It just all seemed too strange.

“Yeah, Uncle Keith. Vann’s an old friend of Deke’s. I saw her at Sully’s the other night.” Z crossed his arms over his chest, stretching his t-shirt tighter.

“You didn’t answer my question. Why is Z here?” My clipped voice caught Grams’s attention. I knew I was treading a thin line and Grams didn’t think twice to call me out on it.

“Savannah,” she snapped. Making eye contact with her, I stopped collecting my thoughts. I knew I shouldn’t be upset, but he was just another painful reminder of Deke. “Zander is Mary’s nephew, and he came to live with them right after you left town. He is part of this family.”

“I apologize. I guess it just caught me off guard, that’s all,” I murmured quietly.

“Vann, it’s cool. I thought for sure we were coming to see you when Uncle Keith kept telling us all we were meeting Savannah. I had to see it to believe it. I can’t believe we’re cousins.” He smirked.

“In a way, I guess.” I wanted to yell, not by blood, but kept my thoughts to myself.

“Look, just ‘cause Deke’s my best friend doesn’t mean there needs to be bad blood between us.” Z’s eyes softened.

“It’s fine. No worries,” I said on an exhale.

“Great! Come here, cuz.” Z pulled me into a huge bear hug, which I reciprocated.

“Let’s eat!” Grams yelled from the dining room.

* * *

Dinner went by fairly smooth. Z made no mention of Deke, which put me at ease. I thought for sure he would ask me about him, and I didn’t want to talk about it, especially in front of my newly acquainted family. I did learn that he’s on the police force, a fact I will keep near and dear to me.

I also learned all about Kate and Ben—where they went to school, what their plans were, and every single sports or extracurricular activity they were a part of. It was actually nice getting to know everyone.

The only negative of the night came when Uncle Keith asked about Mom. I was very vague with my answers, knowing full well that he really didn’t like her. They may be blood, but that was about all they were to one another. I was already at odds with her so adding fuel to the fire just wasn’t worth it.

After getting all the dishes cleaned up, I needed a break. This entire evening was a bit overwhelming, which was how I ended up sitting under Grams’s old oak tree in the backyard.

The night sky turned a beautiful navy blue. The stars were bright, and I loved being able to actually see them. In Cali, there were so many lights everywhere it was difficult to see the stars.

I heard his feet rustling through the grass before I actually saw him. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Z sat next to me under the tree, picking a blade of grass before he began to twirl it in his hand. I sat there quietly.

“So? We’re family, huh? Funny. Deke’s never gonna believe this.” Z laughed. He really did have an awesome laugh—the kind that made you want to laugh with him, except this time.

“Why tell him. Just let it go.” I didn’t need Deke anywhere near my life or me at this point.

“Hell no,” Z barked.

“Why?” I asked, wondering what the hell he was up to.

“I love getting on his ass.”

“I bet.” I snickered.

Z pushed my arm playfully. “Not like that.”

“Whatever.”

“Seriously, I know things are rough with the two of you, but that doesn’t mean you can’t hang out with us. I don’t want it to be weird or have you avoid me just because Deke’s with me.”

I looked out over the garden. “It’ll be fine.”

Silent moments passed before Z spoke up. “You know it was five years ago.”

I looked at him, shocked. How does he know anything about the situation? “I know.”

“Why let him get to you?”

I softened a bit. “I don’t know, but I’m good now.”

Z eyed me wearily. “We should all hang out sometime. You, Kinsley, Sawyer, and Deke, and me.”

“Are you nuts? Deke hates me. Why would I want to hang out with him?”

“It’ll be fun. Come on. He doesn’t hate you. I think it just shocked him to see you in town.”

“Shocked is one word for it,” I mumbled.

“Let’s just try it out. But you have to be sure to bring Sawyer.” I didn’t miss the wiggle of his eyebrows.

“You have a thing for Saw, huh?”

“She’s hot.” Z’s eyes brightened and the gorgeous smile broke free.

“She won’t sleep with you for the fun of it.”

Z’s smile dropped. “Damn it if I don’t already know that,” he grumbled.

“Fine. Whatever.”

“Great. I’ll set it up.” Z slapped my leg as he stood to leave. “I gotta run.”

“Wait!” I yelled, needing the answer to a question of my own.

“What?”

My eyes drifted up to his face. “You still living with Uncle Keith?”

Z laughed. “Hell no. I’ve got my own house about five miles away from them. I only lived there in high school. I went to the academy right after high school. You think a hot guy like me still lives with his auntie?” He raised an eyebrow.

“That’s the way it seemed. So, you’re a cop?”

“That’s what they tell me.”

I thought about telling him what was going on with me, but fear ripped through me in the thought of him telling Deke. I didn’t know how he would take it, so I shut up.

“Gotta go. Later.” Z didn’t give me a chance to ask him any more questions, and he was off.

Sitting alone again, I allowed the quiet night to calm me. I could do this. It would be just like high school. When I existed, but Deke didn’t recognize me. Just like Grams said, time to pull up my big girl panties.

8

Deke

“You are never gonna believe this.” Z’s annoying voice droned on through my office door.

“What?” I grunted. The paperwork was piling up. I hated it and put it off ‘til the very last minute, and like always, this was the last minute. Shit was due.

“Guess who my new cousin is.” Z had that damn smile on his face that told me he knew something that I didn’t. To hell if he did.

“Vann,” I said as I stared at him deadpanned.

“Damn it. You took all the fun out of it,” Z grumbled.

He always wanted to try and get one up on me, but he should know by now that I knew shit. “You think I didn’t know that from the moment you moved into this town?”

“Would have been nice for you to at least seem a little shocked.” Z leaned against the doorjamb, practically pouting, which only made me smile.

“Nah. Old news.”

“I had dinner with her tonight at Grams’s.” This information caught my attention.

“Really. How’d that go?” Not that I wanted to know every single play-by-play that happened with Vann … who am I kidding. Yeah I did.

“Good. She agreed to hang out with us and Sawyer and Kinsley.”

I stared at him shocked. “She what?”

That damn know-it-all smile came back on Z’s face. “Yeah. Something about letting you go or something.”

Letting me go. Didn’t she already do that when she left me high and dry. “Good. You have a point to this little visit,” I said coldly.

Z slammed a manila file down on my desk. “More info on the mark?”

“No. Look,” he said, pointing to it.

Opening the file, I stopped breathing. Vann. Dozens of pictures of her—eating, sleeping, grocery shopping, working out. “What is all this?”

“Your Vann has a stalker. The California police sent all this down to the station. We just got it this morning. I was gonna say something to her at dinner, but decided to wait.”

Rifling through all the papers, I found pictures of dildos, handcuffs, lingerie, lube and various other sex toys spread out in front of me. “What is with all this shit?”

“He sends it to her.”

“Who is he and why is he sending her shit?” I barked.

“Gary Bankenship. At least that’s the name on the packages, but there is absolutely no record of him. Anywhere.” So, some fucker is trying to get to Vann.

“Shit. But why? Ex?”

“Nope. Seems your little Vann is also known as Gabriella Daniels.”

I stared at Z as if he grew three heads. “Who the hell is that?”

“Gabriella is her pen name.”

“Like for a writer?” I asked, growing impatient.

“Yeah, dipshit. She writes erotic romance novels. Very sexually explicit stuff. Check out the list.” Z pulled out a list of titles with their summaries. As my eyes wandered down the paper, I noticed she wrote lots of sex. Sex between a man and a woman. Sex between a man and two women. Sex between two men and a woman. Sex. Sex. Sex.

“How long has this been going on?” I asked breathless, thinking of how Vann felt during sex and wondering what exactly her thoughts were in her books.

“Reports say it started soon after she started writing about four and a half years ago. They believe it’s been the same guy the entire time, but they really have no leads.”

“All right, so she has a stalker. Is it an immediate threat?”

“As far as we know, no. But before she left, she got a letter stating all the things this guy wanted to do to her. And because we don’t know who he really is, we have no idea on his whereabouts.”

Sitting back in my chair, I rubbed my hands over my eyes. Some asshole out there wanted to hurt Vann. Fuck. And she was a writer. A sex writer. Memories of our first time together flooded me like a tidal wave.

“Vann,” I whispered in her ear as she lay on the blanket under the old oak tree by the river, my body on top of hers. I knew she was just as inexperienced as I was, but I wanted to rectify that. I’d had a rep of being a player in school, but it was far from the truth.

I’d never had sex before. I’d always thought about it. I mean, shit, what guy didn’t? I just didn’t want to just do it. I wanted it to mean something.

For some reason, it stuck with me what my dad told me about it not being taken lightly. I’d made out with girls, but that was about it. I never let the guys know, though. They’d be on my ass.

But Vann. She was different. She listened to me and cared. Every time I kissed her, my entire body caught on fire and I wanted more—more from her.

“Yeah Deke?” Vann’s voice was shallow and breathy. The kisses I’d just stolen did that to her. I did that to her.

“Can I touch you?”

Vann’s eyes searched mine as if she was looking for divine intervention. I didn’t know what she would find in my eyes besides want. “Yes.”

Smiling, I reached my shaky hand to Vann’s stomach, slipping my hand under her shirt. Reaching up, I lightly touched Vann’s boob. Her gasp in my mouth told me she felt it, too.

Rubbing her nipple through her bra, I could feel it harden beneath my touch. I wanted to see it. Reaching for the hem of her shirt, I began to slowly raise it from her body. Vann lifted her arms for me to remove it.

Underneath, her beautiful body lay before me. Her pink satin bra was standing in the way of me finally seeing her beautiful breasts. I began kissing her again, reaching around her body releasing the clasp. I pulled the fabric off of her in one swipe.

She was beautiful. Her breasts were the perfect size for my hands as they found them and began kneading. I tried my damnedest to look as though I had a clue what I was doing but the porn I watched with the guys didn’t hold a candle to this moment.

Vann’s small moans were such a turn on. My dick was swelling, becoming almost painful behind my zipper. “Deke.”

I began kissing down her body to her boobs. I kissed and sucked, trying to figure how to make them pebble tighter... My hand glided down her body to the button of her jeans. I began to slowly unbutton them.

I glanced up at her to get permission, but her head was thrown back and her eyes were shut tightly. Slipping my hand down to her panties, I didn’t immediately slide my hand into them. Nerves held me back. This was my first time to feel a girl like this. Shit. I could do this.

I rubbed the outside of her panties, feeling her hot, wet heat. Vann began writhing underneath me, grasping at my shoulders. “Deke”

I looked up at her face. “Vann?”

“Don’t stop.”

Her words gave me the courage to go into her panties. The feel of her soft curls ran through my fingers. Everything down there was wet, coating my hand. I slipped one finger into her and by God, I thought for sure I’d come right then. The feeling of being inside of her was a high that was hard to explain.

Vann’s breathing picked up to almost a pant. I pushed my finger in and out of her, trying not to scratch her. I should have cut my damn nails. Vann’s pussy began to clamp on my fingers as if trying to pull them in deeper. She began chanting my name, “Deke, Deke … What’s … Ohhh …”

I watched as the orgasm shot through her. With her head thrown back, she never looked more beautiful than at that moment. I couldn’t help but feel proud that I made her feel that way. I slowly pulled my hand out as I watched Vann try to catch her breath. She was so beautiful. I wanted to kiss her, but her breathing was so ragged.

She eyed me. “Don’t stop.”

“What?”

Vann began to push her jeans off of her body. My eyes focused on the curls I felt just a few moments earlier. The movies didn’t do this sight. Just when I thought my dick was as hard as it could get, I was wrong.

Vann’s hands went to the front of my jeans as she began unbuttoning them. She pulled them down, along with my boxers, springing my cock free. It felt so good to have it out of confinement.

Vann’s soft hands wrapped around my cock, and I did everything I could not to come in her hand. Her touch was soft yet tight, nothing like when I jacked off in the shower.

Her hand began pumping it up and down. “Vann, I’m gonna blow.”

Vann stopped and stared at me. “I want to do this.”

“Do what?”

“I want to have sex with you.”

Damn. I wanted that more than anything. “I want to, too.” Reaching over to my jeans, I grabbed my wallet and pulled out the condom I kept there just in case this was to ever happen.

Vann watched as I opened the packet. I took the small rubber ring and tried to pull it down, but it wouldn’t go. I kept looking down, not wanting to make eye contact with Vann and show her how much of a tool I was.

I turned the condom over and it instantly rolled down my shaft. I looked up at Vann who was smiling at me. “Good job,” she jabbed.

“Hey, at least I got it.” I smirked, not wanting to show any embarrassment. I pulled Vann to me kissing her while laying her down on the blanket. Rising up, I positioned myself. She was very wet so I hoped it would help get it in.

I slowly began to push inside of her. I lay on top of her with my weight resting on my elbows. Leaning down to kiss her, I felt my dick slowly sliding into her. The pressure was so intense.

I didn’t want to hurt her, but I needed in.

“Vann, this may hurt. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m happy it’s you.” Vann’s megawatt smile stole my heart. I was so in love with this girl.

I closed my eyes, knowing I was going to hurt her; how badly I wasn’t sure, but I was scared to see the look on her face. As I pushed, I heard Vann’s gasp of pain. My eyes flew open meeting hers. I could see tears welling up, and it crushed me that I did that to her.

As I stilled inside of her, I just wanted to get out so maybe that would stop her pain. “I’m so sorry, Vann.”

“Deke. It’s okay. Give me a minute.” I began to pull out. “Stop!” Her voice made me freeze in place. “Don’t stop. Just give me a minute.” She closed her eyes and tried to slowly breathe in and out.

I stayed there, frozen, waiting for something … but had no clue what. For her to say something, for a look in her eye, I had no clue. “Are you okay?” I finally whispered.

Vann’s eyes opened to mine. “Yeah. You need to start moving now.”

I slowly started to move, watching her face for any signs of pain. I kept going and going. She felt so good. I felt the telltale sign that I was about to blow by the tingle in my spine.

“Vann, I’m gonna come.”

Vann looked up at me, “I am, too,” she panted.

Vann began yelling my name and gripping me, pulling me farther into her. I reared back with one more thrust, spilling into the latex.

Trying to catch my breath, I looked into Vann’s smiling face. “I love you,” I said so softly, I didn’t think she heard me.

“I love you, too, Deke.”

“What are you going to do?” Z’s voice snapped me out of one of my best memories.

“I’ll figure it out.”

“Fine,” Z growled. “I’m out.” Z turned, walking out the door.

Someone was trying to hurt Vann. My Vann. There was no way in hell I would allow that to happen.

Vann

“You knew?” I half-yelled at Sawyer and Kinsley. How could my best friends not tell me about Z?

“It wasn’t a big deal.” Kinsley rolled her eyes.

“It just would have been nice to know. I don’t like being blindsided by shit.” My voice was laced with anger.

“Sorry,” Sawyer said sheepishly.

“Z wants us all to hang out. Well us, him, and Deke,” I added.

“Really? How do you feel about that?” Kinsley asked skeptically.

“It is what it is. If I’m gonna live here, I need to get over this. Move on.”

Kinsley smiled her beautiful smile. “Atta girl.”

Laying around the living room in our pjs, the three of us sat eating chocolate ice cream, gabbing. I’d missed this. I’d missed them.

* * *

The pounding on the front door had Sawyer, Kinsley, and me groaning and covering our faces. We’d obviously fallen asleep. After who knew how much sex talk last night, we fell asleep in the living room just like old times.

The pounding kept getting worse. “Who is it?” Kinsley croaked.

“Hell if I know. I’ll get it.” Getting up, I wrapped my hair up in a ponytail and wiped my face. Looking out the peephole, I saw Z standing there in a very nice suit.

“It’s Z,” I announced to the girls. I heard Sawyer groan before opening the door.

“Hey. What’s up?” my sleepy self questioned.

“Well, look at you.” His eyes wandered up and down my body. Shit. The tank with no bra and short shorts was giving him quite a show.

“You’re my cousin, knock it off.” I scowled.

“Not by blood.” He winked. “I’m thinking we need to go back to the no-relation thing, and Deke can kiss my ass.”

Rolling my eyes, I said, “Shut up. What do ya need?”

Z peered around me. “You have a slumber party last night and not invite me?”

“Yep and nope.”

“Damn. Hey ladies.” Z gave a small wave while staring at Kinsley and Sawyer.

“Hey Z,” Kinsley croaked right before Sawyer nodded her hello.

“Shit, if you ladies dress in pretty much nothing for bed every night, I’m coming over here early every morning.” He winked at Sawyer who blushed.

“Z, it’s early, what do you need?” I needed to get his mind back to why the hell he was waking us up at the ass crack of dawn.

“I’m actually on official police business. Can I talk to you in private?” His eyes turned serious.

“Sure. Come on in. I need to put some clothes on.”

“Don’t on my account,” he charged back.

“Don’t be a horny jackass. Go sit out on the deck. I’ll be there in a minute.” My head nodded toward the sliding glass doors.

“But I don’t want to miss this view.” His arm gestured at the women lying on the couches.

“Go.” I pushed him out the door and quickly changed.

* * *

“What’s up?” I asked as I walked out on to the deck.

“Thought you could tell me about Gabriella Daniels.”

I felt as if my blood left my body, leaving me cold. “Shit. You know.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes, I do, you sexy porn writer.”

“I’m not a porn writer.” I glowered. “I’m an erotic romance writer. There is a difference.”

“Whatever.” Z rolled his eyes. “Anyway, tell me what’s going on?”

“You already know.” I stared out at the woods lining the property.

“Tell me your view,” Z’s voice was curt and abrupt.

I turned to Z, seeing his arms crossed over his chest, his gray eyes staring intently at me as if he meant business. “This stays just between us. There are only a few people who know I’m Gabriella.”

“Yep. It’s marked confidential.”

Sighing, I pressed on, “I started writing after I left here. I needed an escape so I just started. Anyway, I used a pen name because I didn’t want anyone to know I was Gabriella. Everything was great until one of my guy fans went too far and freaked me out. I haven’t heard from him in a few months so I’m hoping he gave up.”

“You don’t have your legal name out there anywhere?”

“Nope. I never put it out there. Now, I’m not stupid either. I know the internet is my biggest enemy. If someone was savvy enough and they knew their way around a computer, I’m sure they could link Gabriella Daniels to me. But I don’t think Gary, or whoever he is, is that way.”

“You don’t think?” Z’s eyebrow shot up as if he thought I was being naive.

“He’s only sent letters and packages. He’s never made in-person contact.”

“All right. You get anything or hear anything you come directly to me. Got it?”

“Got it.”

“Now that that’s over, let’s talk about this date.” Z uncrossed his arms and followed me to the lounge chair.

“Already?” I asked, thinking it had only been a day since I told him I’d do it.

“Yep. Tonight. Meet us at Sully’s.”

I groaned. “Really?”

“Yep. See you tonight.”

* * *

Sully’s was hopping. People were packed wall-to-wall, leaving barely any space when we entered. Taking the corner booth, Kinsley, Sawyer, and I decided to start with tequila shots.

“One, two, three … go.”

Pounding back our drinks, I searched the crowd for Deke; I couldn’t stop myself. I just wanted a glance.

Moving slowly toward our table, Z approached with Deke on his tail. My mouth watered at the sight of him. His jeans looked as if they were custom made with the way they hung off his hips. His t-shirt fit like a glove, showing off his unbelievably muscular arms and hot as hell tattoos. When my eyes lifted to his, I pulled my glance away.

“Hey ladies. You look beautiful tonight.” Z’s voice had my eyes traveling to him.

“Hi Vann.” Deke’s voice was low and utterly delicious.

“Hey.” I smirked and turned away from him.

“Hey cuz! How’s it going?”

“Oh, so now we’re back to cuz. That’s not what you said this morning,” I said teasingly as Z slid in the booth next to Kinsley and Sawyer leaving Deke to slide in next to me. His smell, the one that engulfed me every time I was near, was already sending me into a tailspin.

“I can’t help it you were half naked this morning. It was a hot way to start my day.” The sound that came from Deke was fierce causing me to jump. Z smiled. “You should have seen it this morning, all these beautiful ladies, barely any clothes on. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.” Z’s arm reached around Sawyer, as a small smile played on her lips.

With Deke sitting so close, I could feel the tension coming off his body. I tried not to react to it and join in the conversation.

“Vann?” Nerves were about to crush me, but I held it together at the sound of his voice.

Turning slowly, I looked in his beautiful blue eyes. “Yeah?”

“You gonna talk to me or ignore me all night?” The tension in his face was still there, but the tone of his voice was calm.

I, as Grams put it, pulled up my big girl panties. “You kissed me goodbye. Remember?”

“Still pissed about that?”

“Not at all.” I smiled, knowing it wouldn’t be a full one.

Deke grabbed my arm. “Come on, we need to talk.”

I didn’t fight as he led me away from the table toward an empty table in the back. “So, you gonna tell me why you left?”

“You gonna tell me why you never called?”

“I was pissed. You left when I needed you.” He shrugged his shoulder.

“So, instead of calling me and talking, you just cut me out. You didn’t answer my calls, texts, or emails?” My anger rose.

“I was a teenager. What did you expect?”

“I was a teenager and didn’t have a choice. I expected you to be by my side like I was for you.” I bit out angrily not even realizing where that was coming from. Deke stared at me as if he didn’t know what to say. Good, maybe I gave him something to think about for a change. “I need a break. Move,” I brushed past Deke. “I’m going to the restroom girls, be back in a few.”

I needed air. A lot of air.

The bathroom was dark and small, but clean. Sitting down, I laid my head in my hands. What in the hell was I going to do? What the hell was I thinking, being ‘friends’ with Deke?

A woman’s loud voice boomed as she walked into the bathroom. “Can you believe he blew me off?”

“No. I can’t,” some random other girl answered.

“I guess I need to wait ‘til later, but Deke will be mine tonight.”

“He’ll be up for it. I hear he always is.”

“I’m ready for my turn. I’ve waited too damn long for him.”

As I sit there listening to this conversation, I could only wonder when I would get my chance with him. How sick was that?

“Just flash your boobs and he’ll come.” The woman laughed.

“He is a boob guy,” she said, adjusting her boobs and pulling them so her cleavage was spilling out.

I could hear the smile in her voice. Looking down at my own cleavage, I reached my hand in and push them up a bit more, showing even more. What was I doing? Ugh.

Hearing the door slam, I finally escaped the bathroom. I thought I needed space from Deke, but now I needed space from the bathroom. Why did these women act like this?

I shouldn’t give a shit. Fuck him.

Heading to the bar, I needed a drink—a strong one. Ordering tequila shots, I begin shooting them one by one. Glancing over at our table, Deke’s eyes were boring into mine.

Quickly, I looked away, slammed another shot and headed out to the dance floor. At least out there, I could get lost in the music and just move. Closing my eyes, my body began to move. The fog in my mind caused by Deke started to slowly clear.

I felt arms grip my hips, and upon turning saw a handsome man with blonde hair and a strong jaw smiling at me. Leaning down to my ear, he said, “I’m Blake.”

“Hi. I’m Vann.” I reached up, pulling him closer to me by the shirt. “Dance with me.”

“Absolutely.”

Turning around, I closed my eyes and began to grind against him. At least I turned him on—that much I could tell. Sweat began streaming down my body, while Blake’s hands groped every inch of me. I didn’t stop him. I wasn’t going home with him, but it was nice to feel wanted.

Suddenly, strong arms pulled me from Blake’s grip. My eyes flew open to see Deke standing in front of me.

“Hey man, go find your own,” Blake barked behind me. My eyes were glued to the blue ones staring in front me.

“Fuck off,” Deke growled, his eyes never leaving mine.

Blake’s hand gripped my arm tightly, pulling my attention away from Deke. “Come on.”

“Ow. Stop!” I yelled, trying to yank my arm out of his grasp.

“Let. Her. Fucking. Go.” Deke’s low rumble turned into one of the scariest things I had ever heard. There was something else laced in his voice. But Blake didn’t seem to want to back down.

“She’s been practically dry humping me out here. She’s mine.”

“Fuck off. I haven’t been doing shit. I’m not going home with you!” I yelled.

“You heard the lady, now piss off.”

“You fucking bitch.” Blake’s grip got tighter before shoving me into Deke’s arms.

Deke caught me and steadied my feet before his entire body changed, becoming stiff and unyielding. He stepped in front of me, and I couldn’t help but touch his back, pulling on his shirt, and holding for dear life. “Deke, come on,” I tried yelling over the music.

My words fell on deaf ears as Deke’s arm flew out, his hand connecting with Blake’s chin. Blake instantly fell hard on the floor, gripping his face. Three mountainous bouncers came from out of nowhere, pulling Blake up off the ground.

“Get him out of here now,” Deke instructed the guys.

With nods, the very large men dragged Blake off the dance floor. Deke grabbed my hand, pulling me along. Directing me through the crowd, he pushed through a large door with me hot on his heels. I hated to admit it to myself, but I wanted to follow him.

After getting through the door, Deke slammed it shut. Grabbing me, he pushed me against it, meeting my eyes. My breath caught, no words coming out of my mouth. He was so close. “Are you okay?” Deke’s soft tone caught me off guard. I thought with all the anger rolling off him, his words would be harsh, but I was wrong.

“I’m fine,” I whispered breathlessly.

“You sure?” Deke’s hand grazed the spot where Blake had gripped my arm. Looking down, I could see the red handprint imprinted on my arm, but I could feel the electrifying tingle from Deke’s touch, which was so much better than the angry red marks.

“Yeah. I’m okay.”

Deke’s hand grazed my cheek, pushing the hair behind my ear ever so slowly. I felt my heartbeat pick up its pace and my breath hitch. Staring into his eyes, I could once again see the boy I’d left all those years ago.

9

Deke

Vann’s body trembled from my touch, her lips slowly parting as she inhaled. I took that as my cue. My fingers threaded through the back of her beautifully soft, long hair and gave a small tug.

Vann’s eyes opened wide as she gasped. I didn’t wait for her words. I needed to taste her. Plunging my lips onto hers, I coaxed them open, sliding my tongue in with ease. Her response was immediate, her tongue following mine, move for move.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pulled her close to me. Her beautiful breasts crushed against my chest. I needed to get her naked and under me. Now.

Vann’s arm wrapped around my neck, while the other hand thread through the back of my hair causing an immediate moan to escape my throat. Her hands kneaded my scalp, massaging as we continued to kiss.

Kissing was never like this for me. It was always a means to an end, but kissing Vann … I could do it forever. Shaking those thoughts, I focused on the incredibly hot woman pressed up against me.

Vann’s body went completely lax against mine, falling into me quickly. She pushed her body against mine, no doubt feeling my hard as a rock cock against her, but I fully controlled the kiss. I took her deeper inside my mouth as if I could crawl inside her and stay.

All thoughts of being pissed at her for leaving me dissipated into thin air. Nothing mattered, but this moment … with her. I wanted to envelop her. I wanted to show her that I learned quite a bit from my teenage years. Vann abruptly pulled away. “Deke. Stop.”

“Baby, you don’t want me to stop any more than I do.” Vann’s hands pushed against my chest, but I didn’t let her move an inch. She wasn’t getting away. Not this time.

“You need to. This can’t happen.”

“Why not? It’s happened before.”

“We were kids then.”

“And now I’m all grown up. I’ve learned quite a few things, and I can’t wait to show you.” My lips began moving again.

“I bet you have.” Vann groaned. “We can’t.”

“Yes. We can.” Pulling Vann’s beautiful lips to mine, I devoured her. The rigidity present a few seconds ago left in a flash. Vann’s soft lips battled mine. My hands began to explore her gorgeous body.

She was nowhere near the girl she was our first time. She was all woman with curves that were driving me crazy. Reaching under her shirt, I went straight to her tits. As I rubbed and groped, I lost it. I needed to see her. Ripping her shirt over hear head, I pulled her breasts out of her bra, but kept it latched causing them to be on display for me. Like a prize.

Lavishing each one, I sucked, nipped, and bit, reveling in the feel of her. Grabbing her around the waist, I pulled her over to my desk. Vann’s small gasp made me smile.

Swiping my arm across my desk, everything went flying in a heaping mess to the floor. Vann’s eyes widened as I smiled. Laying her across the desk, I kissed her deep and hard following with kisses along her jawline and neck. Her moans and mews are causing my dick actual pain—pain that needed to be relieved.

Kissing down her body, I paid special attention to her breasts then continued down to the button of her jeans. Vann’s hand clasped mine, and I couldn’t help but feel dread that she was going to make me stop. I didn’t know if I could.

Making eye contact with her, I asked, “You okay?”

“Yes,” she whispered, removing her hand.

Continuing my work, I slowly pulled her jeans and underwear down her legs. The beautiful sight of her blew me away... She was bare, pink, and perfect.

“I need to taste you, Vann.”

Vann

I groaned deep in my throat at his words.

Oh God, the things this man did with his mouth. He was no longer the boy I first had sex with who had no idea how to put on a condom. Deke knew the exact places to kiss me, sending shockwaves through my body. It was like the past five years vanished, and we were exactly where we needed to be.

Being laid out on his desk, I was a buffet ready for him to feast. I’d loved this man for years, and now he would finally be mine once again.

“Lift your knees and rest your feet on my desk. Spread wide for me.” Without even thinking, I did exactly as he said, opening myself up for him. Deke kissed a trail right down to my pussy and began his assault. And what a beautiful assault it was.

I couldn’t keep my body from moving. With every lick and nip Deke gave me, I wanted more and more. “Deke,” I whispered, my voice coming out soft and breathless.

“What’s wrong? Not enough?” He chuckled.

“No, it’s not enough,” I groaned. He was doing everything he could to drive me crazy, but not giving me the relief I desperately needed. Reaching down I gripped his hair, trying to maneuver him exactly where I needed him, but he was not cooperating.

If anything, he was resisting my pulls. Damn. Deke slowly inserted a finger inside me as he continued to work on me with his mouth. Every thrust in and out sent me closer to the edge. If he would just move …

Deke pulled my clit into his mouth and began sucking … hard. My entire body went off like fireworks. One explosion right after the other sent me into convulsions right there on his desk. “Deke!”

Coming down from euphoria, I had to grip the desk to make sure I was really grounded. I felt Deke kiss the inside of my thigh as he moved above me. “That was hot.”

“It felt hot.”

Deke’s mouth slammed down on mine, crushing my lips into his. The desire that I thought was wrung out from that last orgasm was in full force again. My pussy clenched with each pounding movement of his lips. Tasting myself on his tongue only made me want him more.

I wanted to see him. Reaching down to the hem of his shirt, he stopped me. “No,” he said boldly.

“Why not?”

“Because I said no.” What the hell? I could be fully naked and laid out on his desk, but he wouldn’t take his damn shirt off.

A feeling in the pit of my stomach told me something wasn’t right, but in the moment, I just didn’t give a shit. Instead of his shirt, I reached down for his pants, unbuttoning them and sliding them down.

“Don’t worry, it’ll fit.” Deke’s voice came out as if he was reading my thoughts. His cock was nothing like I remembered. He was big—huge—and right now, it was as if I wrote about him in my books, hoping for my fantasies to come true.

“You sure about that?” I eyed him wearily.

“Yeah. It’ll feel good. I promise.” Smiling up at him, I watched as he fitted the condom over himself. It barely fit, and I couldn’t help but panic a bit.

Deke brushed his lips against mine. “It’s okay.” His kisses continued to be rough, and I loved every minute of it.

Feeling Deke’s cock at my entrance, I closed my eyes, enjoying every second. This was what I wanted for so long, and it was finally here. I needed this. I needed him. Pulling away from his mouth, my eyes captured his. I swear I saw something in his for a brief moment before he diverted his gaze.

Deke pushed fully inside of me and I couldn’t help but gasp. I had never felt so full before. It was as if he was pushing against my insides, hitting spots I didn’t know existed, but so happy he found them.

My hips began falling into sync with Deke’s thrusts, and he was right, I could take all of him. “Deke!”

“You like that?”

“God, yes.” Deke began pumping relentlessly inside me causing my body to coil, ready to spring at any second.

Closing my eyes, I relished in the feeling.

“Come Vann.” Looking up at him, he read my mind. “You can come. Come. Now.”

And I did, screaming his name throughout the small office. My body flew off into another world. The electricity coming out of it was burying me alive. I felt my body jump and move. I had no control over it. It was flying on pure instinct, my brain totally shutting off.

I felt Deke’s dick grow even thicker inside of me, which I didn’t think was possible. With a few more solid thrusts, he threw his head back, groaning, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying.

Coming back down to Earth, I looked up at Deke’s beautifully chiseled face. His blue eyes met mine, and for a moment, I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. “Thanks, I needed that.” Deke pulled out of me, disposing of the condom while pulling up his pants.

“Yeah, thanks,” I said, scrambling off the desk in search of my clothes, the air in the room changing and not for the better. What was once lust and passion was now something else that I couldn’t put my finger on. I just knew I needed to get dressed. Now.

With my back to Deke, I threw all my clothes on, just wanting to get it covered up, somehow feeling unbelievably exposed.

“That was great, Vann. Only a few more times and you’ll be worked out of my system.” Deke’s words cut right through me.

Ice flushed through my body, making it impossible for me to move. He wanted to work me out of his system? I stood there, mute, not able to find my voice, the shock seeming to have eaten it up.

“That was so much better than our first time, don’t ya think? You were so responsive, following all my directions. That was seriously hot. I can’t wait for round two.”

“Wait.” I turned, looking him square in the eye. “You want to work me out of your system?”

Deke’s stare was intense, but I didn’t shy away. I gave it back tenfold. “Yeah. That way we can both move on. We had so much that was unfinished; we need to finish and be done with it.”

Shaking my head, I said in disbelief, “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m dead serious. You came all the way back here, and you can’t tell me that it’s not been on your mind.”

Hurt and anger surged through me, but I found I liked the anger better. Who in the hell did he think he was?

“You asshole! What the fuck is your deal? First, you never tell a woman you want to ‘work her out of your system’ by fucking her, at least not this woman. Second, what makes you think for a minute that I will go along with this idiotic, second-grade scheme? Huh?” I began edging closer to him, but what I once felt was attraction had evaporated, and all I wanted to do was kick his fucking ass. “You’re out of your fucking mind!”

Deke laughed. “You’re so hot when you’re mad.”

“Fuck you. You can shove this ‘plan’ of yours up your ass because it’s not happening. You want to work me out of your system? I’ll help you with that. I’m out of here.”

Reaching for the door handle, Deke’s voice boomed, “Wait!” My body immediately halted as if Deke’s command demanded my obedience. “You’re not going anywhere.”

I swung around to face him. “The hell I’m not. You don’t own me, and you will never have me.”

“I just did.” Deke smirked.

“It’ll be the last time. Didn’t you say you needed closure? There it was. One last fuck before we part ways … how Romeo and Juliet of us. Too bad you’re not dying at the end of this story.”

“I don’t know why you’re so bent out of shape. I don’t usually fuck women more than once, and I’m offering you that. You should be grateful.”

“Grateful? Are you fucking kidding me?”

“No.”

He so did not get it. What in the hell happened to him? “Deke, I wouldn’t fuck you again if you were the last man on the planet. Go find someone else to be your ‘toy,’ ‘cause it’s not me.” Deke grabbed my arm as I flinched away.

“You don’t touch me…ever again.”

“Oh. I’ll touch you and you’ll beg for it.”

“Now you’re in dreamland.”

Deke leaned in close to my ear, “I’m not dreaming. It will happen.” His words sending shivers down my spine, but I refused to let them show. “Come on, we can both get off, have some fun, and move on. You know it’s the best scenario.” Deke actually sounded like he meant what he said.

What the hell was he thinking? How dare he think I would go along with a plan like this. No woman would agree to this … would they?

Deke knew how to kiss, but he’d probably kissed many women throughout the years. The thought made my heart ache. If he would have just called and talked to me, then we wouldn’t be in this position right now.

But, I wouldn’t do this to myself. I deserved better.

Grabbing the door handle, I wretched my arm away and pulled the door open with as much force as I could muster and headed straight back to the bar. The crowd was still in full force, but I ignored every single one of them. I didn’t want to see any of them, not to mention I probably looked like I’d just been fucked. I needed a drink.

Pushing my way up to the bar, I called Ace over and ordered tequila. Lots and lots of tequila. I began shooting, not giving two shits what any of these people thought.

“Hey babe. Need a partner?”

Turning, Z was standing behind me. “Go away,” I barked at him.

“Come on, cuz. What’s the deal? Why you drinking all by yourself?”

“Get. Lost,” I bit off, turning around to do another shot. I motioned to Ace, handing him a fifty. “Keep ‘em coming.”

Z pushed his way in next to me, and shit if that didn’t piss me off. “Come on, Vann. You’ve had enough.”

“I’m a big girl. I can handle it.” Bringing the glass to my lips, the cool liquid burned on its way down my throat. Every shot made Deke disappear just a little bit more.

“What happened with you and Deke?”

“Nothing,” I growled, taking another shot.

“Doesn’t look like nothing.”

Turning, I glared at him. “What the hell does that mean?”

“Whoa … pull it in, tiger.” Z’s hands went up as if in surrender, and I wanted to punch him, too, just for being a man. Turning back to the bar, I waved at Ace, who poured me another shot, which I quickly downed. The ‘forget about Deke juice’ was losing its flair. I needed more.

“What the hell happened to you?” Kinsley yelled at my side, making me cringe.

“Nothing.”

“To hell with nothing. What. Did. You. Do?” Kinsley bit out as if she was mad. She had no right.

“I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to do.”

“Did you screw him in the office?” I ignored Kinsley, motioning to Ace again. Kinsley would know. Nothing got past her, but fuck it, I didn’t have to justify anything to anyone. If I wanted to fuck Deke on top of his desk, I’d do it. And fuck if Z had a problem with it.

“It’s about time,” Z’s voice boomed.

My head whipped around, catching him a bit off guard. “About time for what?”

“For you two to hook up.”

“Yeah … I’m so happy that it happened.” The sarcasm spewed from me while I rolled my eyes.

“Was he that shitty?” Damn Kinsley always cutting to the chase.

Staring at her, I said, “No. It was actually great until he opened his mouth at the end. Now. I’m done with him.”

“You are not done with me,” Deke said from behind me.

Blowing out a deep breath, I faced him head on. “I’m so done with you. I don’t want to see you again. You’re a pompous ass.”

“You want it.”

“I don’t want anything from you.” We stood there toe-to-toe, and I was not backing down.

“Not what you said a few minutes ago.” I wanted to slap that smug look right off his face.

“Maybe we should get out of here.” Kinsley’s arm rested on my shoulder. I didn’t move despite knowing that she was right, but my feet not allowing my body to move.

“So you are thinking about the deal.” Deke smirked.

“Hell no I’m not.”

“Okay, I think the show’s over.” Kinsley squeezed my shoulder. “Let’s get you home.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I came here for fun and I’m damn well gonna have it. Ace! I need another.” Turning my back to Deke, I sat back at the bar staring as Ace poured yet another.

“How many have you had?”

“Kins, don’t worry about it.”

“Vann, your slurring your words.”

“I am not.” I did notice a slight slur but it wasn’t enough for me to forget.

“Yeah. I think you should call it a night.”

“Kins. I’m not leaving yet.” Slamming back another drink, I completely ignored Deke. I scanned the crowd looking for the hottest guy I could find. Over in the corner stood a very handsome man, broad shoulders, muscles protruding underneath the tight navy Henley shirt he had on. The hint of a tattoo coming out of his sleeve made him even hotter.

His face was nice with a slight scruff across his chin. His baseball hat turned backwards hid his hair, but I thought I could see a hint of brown poking out. As he made eye contact with me showing interest, I smiled at him.

“I’ve got somewhere to be.” I said getting up out of the chair.

“Where are you going?” Deke’s voice boomed.

“None of your damn business.” Fuck him, like I had to explain myself to him.

“My dick in you less than ten minutes ago says it’s my business.” I felt his anger coming off of him in waves, but dismissed it.

“I’m sure your dick will find a new home very soon.” I smiled sweetly.

“Wait” Kinsley’s concern made me stop and turn to her.

“What Kins?”

“Where are you going?” Her question coming off a bit guarded.

“See that hunk of a man over there?” Pointing the direction of the man across the bar.

“Yeah.”

“I’m going to him.” I smiled.

“You really think that’s a good idea?”

Where the hell did the real Kinsley go? Normally she would be all for this. “Yep, better than the one I had a while ago.”

Grabbing my arm, Kinsley’s words were almost a plea. “Please don’t. You’ve had a lot to drink. It won’t end well.”

“It’ll be fine. I’m a big girl. Just ask Deke.” I pointed to Deke and strode away from them all. I needed some air.

10

Deke

What the hell was she playing? Watching her walk over to Marc, I wanted to punch him already, and she hadn’t even made it to him yet. Vann was mine; she’d been mine from the beginning. I’d be damned if she even tried to get with anyone else.

She got away from me once, and I let her go. I had to. It was too much dealing with my parents, Jaxson, and Vann at the same time. I figured if Vann wanted to leave with her mom, then fine. I’d forget she even existed. But deep in my soul, it had always been her and would forever be her.

I wished she didn’t have this hold on me. I wished I could have let it go by now, but seeing her, being with her again, made every single feeling I’d ever had for her rush back. Even if I could never give her everything she needed, I needed her.

“Wait!” Kinsley’s voice stopped me.

“What?” I clipped off.

“You sure you want to go after her? Or should you just let her go?” Her hand on her hip and the curtness in her tone suggested she was not very happy with me.

I smiled. “She’s mine, Kinsley. She’s been mine since we were kids.”

“Then why were you a dick to her?” Kinsley huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Normally, I wouldn’t mind taking a look, but she didn’t appeal to me.

I stared at her not really knowing what to say. I didn’t know why I suggested fucking her out of my system. I just wanted to be with her, and it was all I knew. “I shouldn’t have done that. I’ll talk to her.”

“Yeah. You better.”

Not wanting to hear any more from her, I stalked behind Vann. Marc smiled as she walked toward him. Grabbing Vann from behind, I pulled her to my chest, talking in her ear. “You’re not going over there with him.”

Vann began tugging, trying to escape my arms. I saw Marc approach out of the corner of my eye and glared at him. Fucker better turn around and keep going. I turned Vann in my arms ignoring the murderous glare she gave me. I crushed her lips to mine reveling in the taste of her. Vann did not participate in the kiss at first, so it was like I was kissing a mannequin, but pulling her closer, I swept my tongue across her bottom lip and felt her body unwind.

Vann began kissing me back, giving me everything she had. Her arms wrapped around my neck and I pulled her as tightly to me as I could. I could taste the tequila on her tongue, and it was better with Vann’s taste mixed in. She could be her own brand.

Vann pulled away panting softly. “I can’t do this.” Wiggling out of my arms, she ran to Kinsley, leaving me standing there like an idiot. I charged after her, but when I got to them, Kinsley held up her arm stopping me. To my surprise I stopped, maybe from her boldness.

“That’s enough, Deke. She’s done. I’m taking her home.” Kinsley tucked Vann under her arm so I couldn’t see her face.

“I just want to talk to her.”

“Not tonight. She’s had too much to drink, and she’s done.” Kinsley started walking her toward the door.

My anger rose. “I don’t need you to tell me I can’t talk to her.”

Kinsley’s face grew furious. “The hell you don’t. You’re the asshole who wanted to use her as a fuck buddy, so if I were you, I’d figure out how to fix that first. Vann is not that way. You should know that better than anyone.” Kinsley and Sawyer guided Vann out of the bar, and I watched as they swung through the doors.

“Guess you fucked up that one,” Z said, his hand clamping down on my shoulder.

“Fuck off.”

“What did you say to her?”

“None of your business,” I growled, taking off toward my office.

Z laughed, calling out, “Good luck getting yourself out of that one.”

Plopping down on my chair, I looked at the mess all over the floor. There were papers, pens, and everything else. My mind raced as I remembered Vann spread out for me to feast on my desk. She was the sweetest woman I’d ever tasted.

My God, the way she moved with me was amazing. I felt each time she spasmed and watching her come was amazing. The way her face flushed and body convulsed. I wanted, no needed, more of her.

Damnit.

“Where the hell have you been?” My mom yelled as I walked in the door.

“I was at Vann’s.” I’d pulled myself together before coming into the house knowing my mom would be pissed I left the house.

“All you do is hang out with that girl.”

“Don’t need to worry about that anymore, Ma. She left.”

“Isn’t it amazing how people leave you? Sometimes I wonder what’s wrong with you that everyone has to leave, and I have to suffer for it.”

I’d gotten used to my mom’s ramblings about my brother’s death being my fault. She’d told me many times that it should have been me and not him. At this point, I’d agree with her. I knew better than to respond to her, as that’d only make it worse.

“First, you kill Jaxson, and now Vann left you. Must be your karma. It’s a bitch, isn’t it? All this is your fault. If you wouldn’t have let him swim that day, he would still be here and everything wouldn’t be falling apart!”

Turning to go to my room, I needed to get away from my mom. Lately, the words she spat at me had been getting worse and worse. I wasn’t sure how much more I could handle.

Shutting my door, I fell face first onto my bed. Reaching in, I grabbed the key strapped around my neck. As I rubbed it, the tears free fell from my eyes, and I wished I could disappear forever.

Reaching underneath my shirt, I grabbed the key and pulled it out. For some reason, I didn’t want Vann to see it, which was why I wouldn’t let her take off my shirt. I’d held this key for so long it’d become part of me. I wondered, though, if she would even remember it. She left it behind … just like me. I thought we would pair well together.

Vann

My head hurt—pounding and throbbing pain surged through it. Rolling over in my bed, I pulled the blankets over my head. The light made it unbearable. I must have forgotten to close the blinds before bed. Last night’s events came rushing back like a tidal wave. All the drinking, dancing, Deke getting pissed, fucking Deke on his desk …

“Rise and shine, sunshine!” Groaning at Kinsley’s voice, I wished she would disappear.

“Time to get up, Vann, you’ve slept the whole day away.” Sawyer’s voice of reason rang through.

“What time is it?” I choked out.

“Four.”

“God …” I needed more sleep.

“Here, I brought coffee.” Sawyer handed me the steaming cup as I sat up in bed.

I pulled the covers off, blinked repeatedly, and grabbed the mug. “Thanks Saw.”

“All right, spill it,” Kinsley said, jumping on my bed next to me.

“Damnit,” I growled, almost spilling my coffee.

“You’re fine. Spill.”

Sawyer crawled up next to me and lay down, while Kinsley laid on the edge of the bed. “Look girls. I had a moment of weakness. I got caught up in the moment and screwed Deke.”

“Obviously. But what happened? And how was he?” I stared at Kinsley not wanting to answer, but did anyway.

“The sex was amazing. It’s what happened after that tore me up.” Blowing out a deep breath and taking a sip of my coffee, I continued, “He said he wanted to keep fucking to work me out of his system, just like you’d overheard at the bar. I blew up.”

“You sure were drinking tequila like water.”

“Kins, I know you tried to stop me. Thanks.”

“It is what it is. We got ya home safe, that’s all that matters, but we gotta talk about this.” Kinsley’s voice took on a deep level of concern.

“What?” I asked, thinking it was about Deke.

“You kinda drank a lot last night … like your mom does.” She whispered the last part, but it didn’t stop the shock that roared through my body.

“What? You think I’m an alcoholic like my mother?” I argued, staring at Kinsley and trying desperately to make heads or tails out of what she was saying.

“No. I’m not saying that. It’s just … you need to be careful so you don’t end up that way.” Sawyer’s calm voice was soothing.

“I’m not an alcoholic,” I said adamantly.

“We don’t think you are. We just want you to be careful.” Sawyer grabbed my arm and gently rubbed it. I knew they meant well.

“So, how big of an ass did I look like?” I must have been a huge one to garner all this talk.

“Well, I only saw from a distance as I couldn’t help but dance with that hot ass cowboy.” Sawyer’s big smile cut across her face. “Anyway, from where I saw, it just looked like you two were talking. You stomped off, and then Deke grabbed you and kissed you. And let me tell you, that was a hot kiss.”

“I actually don’t remember much after the kiss,” I said.

“You pretty much broke after that,” Kinsley said, rolling on her back.

“What do you mean broke?” I asked.

“Crying … a lot of crying.”

“In front of everyone?” I gasped, embarrassed.

“No, I shielded your face. No one saw anything. The real waterworks didn’t start until we got home,” Kinsley added.

Breathing out a sigh, I said, “Well, at least I didn’t make an ass of myself crying over a guy.”

“I knew it was coming soon, the way you were pounding the drinks.” I stared at Kinsley as I took a sip of my coffee.

“So, what are you going to do?” Sawyer asked.

“Didn’t you ask me that same question back when I first got here?” I smirked.

“Sure did. Now it’s a bit different.”

“I can’t believe I slept with him.” I grabbed my head with the hand not holding the mug. “I mean, I do believe it … but I was thinking it was more than sex. But obviously not to him. I’m just not built like that.”

“We know. I told him as much.”

“What did you say to him, Kinsley?” I asked with a touch of anger in my voice.

“I just told him that he fucked up, and you are not the type of girl to be anyone’s fuck buddy. I also told him that he should have already known that.” Kinsley threw her arm over her eyes. “I also tried to stop him from coming after you and Marc. He proceeded to tell me that you were his, and then left without another word to me.”

“I’m not his. I will not be his the way he wants.” I could hear the touch of venom in my tone.

“We know. The way he went about his was fucked up.”

“No shit. I don’t know what I’m gonna do. This was not what I had in mind when I came back here.” I tried biting back the tears that were attempting to escape.

Kinsley put her hand on my leg. “You knew it wouldn’t be all roses and butterflies with him.”

“I know, Kins. I just didn’t expect this …”

I could tell Sawyer was done with this conversation. “Come on. Get your ass up and let’s get something to eat.”

* * *

That night, thoughts of Deke kept me from any semblance of a good night’s sleep.

11

Vann

“Would you come out of there?” I heard Sawyer yell through the door. “You’ve been locked in there for three days. Come on!”

Little did Sawyer know, I got tons of writing done these last three days. My characters had taken my mind off all the thoughts that wanted to ramble through my brain. It may just be some of my best work so far.

Opening the door, I asked, “What’s up?”

Barging through the door, Sawyer plopped on the bed. “What is going on? We haven’t seen you for days.”

“I’ve been writing. And you did see me for a few minutes when I came out for food, so don’t be so dramatic.” Not that it was too long; I tried my hardest to make myself scarce.

“You’re hiding,” Sawyer accused.

“Nah. Been writing, trying to get this story to flow.” And trying not to let Deke invade every waking moment of my thoughts.

“And hiding from what happened with Deke.”

“I really don’t want to talk about it,” I cut her off from further discussion. I thought I’d done a pretty good job focusing on my writing, but maybe not so much.

“Too bad. You can’t hide out in here. Z’s come by asking to talk to you, but I’ve batted him off. And your cell’s been ringing like crazy.”

“Sorry, I should have turned it off,” I said, joining her on the bed. “What did Z need?”

“He wouldn’t tell me, but we did hang out for a bit.” The gleam in her eyes was seriously telling.

“You have a thing for Z?”

Saw blushed. “Why would you say that?”

“Don’t play coy with me.” I should have known it wasn’t one-sided.

“I’ve known him for years, but he’s never paid me any attention, unlike every other woman in this town.” Saw rolled her eyes and hung her head.

“Then what was that ‘dancing with the cowboy at the bar’ thing the other night.”

“Havin’ fun.” Her coyness was adorable.

“You ever make a move on Z?”

Sawyer laughed. “Are you serious?”

I looked at her dumbfounded. “Yeah.”

Blowing out an exasperated breath, Sawyer stared at me. “I’ve never had the chance. He’s too busy with all the others to even notice me. So, I just do my own thing. I’m not waitin’ around for him or anything.”

“Good for you. You shouldn’t wait. One day, if he hasn’t already, he’ll notice.”

“Right. Whatever. Anyway … Deke. What are you gonna do? You can’t say cooped up in here for the rest of your life.”

“You act like I’m a hermit or something. I’ve been writing. I haven’t been crying my eyes out or anything like that.” At least, not for the most part.

“So you coming out today?”

“I’m thinkin’ about it.”

“Seriously Vann?”

“Look Saw, I’ve been in love with Deke since I was a kid. You don’t just switch that off, there’s too much history.”

“It’s been five years,” she whispered.

“Yep, and for five years, he’s all I’ve thought about. He’s all I’ve wanted, even if I was with someone else. Which is why none of them lasted long.”

“Sorry.” Saw stared down at her hands.

“All right, so what do you want to do today?” I asked, needing to break the Deke tension in the room.

“I thought you were going to write.”

“Nope. Let’s go shop.”

Smiling, Sawyer laughed. “Now you’re talking. Meet you downstairs in ten.”

“You got it.”

* * *

Grabbing my cell, I had several missed calls: Grams, Z, and tons from Deke. I couldn’t help the giddiness that washed over me in seeing the amount of times Deke called. I could still feel his lips and touch every time I closed my eyes. I couldn’t help myself from wanting him. God help me.

“You ready?” Saw’s voice made me jump.

“Shit. You scared me. Yeah.”

“Let’s get something to eat first. We’ll hit up Ludy’s for a burger.”

“Sure.” I wasn’t going to tell her that I really didn’t feel like eating, and hadn’t for the past few days, but I’d try.

Pulling into the diner, the paint was worn and the sign that read ‘Ludy’s’ was quite faded, but this place did have the best burgers in town. We found a corner booth, and I began to prepare myself for Sawyer. After ordering, it didn’t take long for her to begin.

“So?” Saw asked, folding her hands together and laying them in front of her on the table.

“So what?”

“How was he?” I rolled my eyes, not wanting to relive how utterly amazing it was being with him or how it was the best orgasm of my life.

“Let’s not.”

“Come on. I know it ended shitty, but how was it before that?” Thinking back to Deke’s desk, my blood began to heat up and not from anger. The sexy way his fingers grazed my skin lighting every nerve as he went.

“He’s good.” Lame.

“Good. Spill it. Was it better than your first?”

I stared at her as if she grew two heads. “God, yes.” Pausing, I tried to collect my thoughts. “He’s grown up, Saw, and has probably been with lots of women. He knows exactly what to do to make a woman happy.”

“Did you scream?” Her question caught me off guard.

“What is up with you Sawyer?” I eyed her wearily … she had never been the one to need details from my sexual experiences. That would be Kinsley.

Blowing out a deep breath, she said, “I’m just living vicariously through you. It’s been a long time.”

“How long?”

Sawyer entangled her fingers and began to stare at them. “Years,” she said softly.

“Really?” I couldn’t help my shock. Sawyer was one smokin’ hot chick. I would think she could get it whenever she wanted.

“Don’t sound so shocked. It’s not like I became a nun or anything,” she said, smiling.

“You holding out for someone?” I winked.

“Shut it. No.” But the smirk playing on her lips told me I nailed it.

“Mmmhhmm … Z, huh?”

Before she could answer, the waitress appeared with our food, setting it before us. “Look, Saw. What happened with Deke can’t happen again.”

“Why?”

“Why do you think?”

“You still love him?”

“I don’t know if I love him or the him he used to be. My judgment’s a bit whack.”

“It’s always hard to forget your first.”

“It’s not just that. I’ve compared every guy I’ve dated to him. I know that’s shitty, but not one matched up.” We sat there in silence, eating, while Sawyer was apparently trying to figure out what to say. I didn’t think anything could help fix this situation.

Hearing the overhead bell on the door chime, both Sawyer and I looked up. Walking in was a beautiful little girl wearing the most adorable pink and white flowered dress. Her blonde hair hung below her shoulders and was held up a headband with a bow on it.

As she looked up, I followed her gaze. Gasping loud enough for everyone in the damn town to hear me, I immediately brought my hands to cover my mouth, embarrassed.

He must have heard me because the same blue eyes I look at in the mirror every morning found mine. I felt stuck in a trance, unable to look away from him, and he seemed to be the same.

“Holy shit,” Sawyer muttered.

I heard Sawyer, but couldn’t move. Whether frozen from fear, anger, nervousness, I didn’t know. My dad stood at the door, and I so badly wanted to know what was going through his head. Was he happy to see me, pissed … did he hate me because Mom made me leave?

He looked almost the same, except his hair had a dusting of gray forming around his ears while the rest remained a darker blond. His face still held its strong jawline, and he was just as handsome as he was when I was little.

As the little girl pulled on his arm, he broke eye contact with me and looked down, smiling at her. I knew that exact smile she was receiving, as I was once on her end of it.

My eyes stayed glued to the two, not even blinking. Of the scenarios I played out in my head of seeing Dad again, me being stunned and speechless was not one of them. I had role played it many times in my mirror—yelling, cussing, and condemning him to hell. But nothing would come out.

Dad whispered something into the little girl’s ear, and they began walking over to my table. The surge of anger that I thought would be there at seeing him again was nowhere to be found.

“Hi Savannah.” His gravelly voice was exactly the same even after all this time.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I gave a little cough. “Hi.”

“How are you?” He actually sounded sincere.

“Fine.” I didn’t want to be rude, but the awkwardness was sparking my anxiety.

“You sure are beautiful.”

“Thanks.” I almost called him Dad, but didn’t know if I should, fearing my sister had no clue I existed.

“Savannah, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.” Dad pulled the little girl gently in front of him. “This is Sydney, your sister.” I couldn’t hold back the gasp or the feeling of panic that rushed through my body. I’d never heard the words ‘your sister’ from him before, and all of the sudden it seemed too real.

Having Grams tell me about Sydney was one thing. Sydney could have been on TV for all I knew. I never saw her or even pictures of her; it was just a name. But hearing the words out of Dad’s mouth was a sucker punch.

Blinking back tears quickly, I looked at Sydney. She was unbelievably adorable and had Dad’s and my eyes.

“Hi Sydney. I’m Vann.”

“Vann? Daddy said your name is Savannah.” Sydney’s voice was incredibly soft and small.

“It is, but I go by Vann. You can call me either.”

“I like Vann.”

“Okay.”

“Daddy told me that you lived … by the beach.” Her words stopped me. Had Dad told her about me? He must have.

“I did. But I’ve moved back.”

“Good. Will you take me for ice cream?”

My eyes widened. “Hmm. Sure.” Looking up at my dad, I asked, “You told her about me?”

“Of course I did.” Staring at my dad, I didn’t know what to say. After Mom and I left, I hated him with every fiber of my being … and still did. He held most of the blame for what happened. If he hadn’t cheated on mom, none of this would have happened.

Dad sighed. “Look Savannah. I’d love to talk to you, get all this out there so we can move past it. I love you and miss my baby.” He paused. “Will you come to dinner tomorrow night?”

With my head spinning, I thought I may pass out, but I knew what I had to do. And then looking into the blue eyes of Sydney confirmed it.

“Yeah. I’ll come.” I saw Sawyer out of the corner of my eye. Her eyes grew large as if I had a horn sprouting out of my head.

“Great.” Dad pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it. “Here is our address. Be there at five?”

“Sure.”

“I’m so happy you’re coming.” A very genuine smile came from Dad’s lips.

“Me too,” Sydney’s small voice chimed in. “I can show you all my Barbies!”

My eyes went back to Sydney to see her smiling, too. “I’d love to see them.”

“Bye, and we’ll see you tomorrow.” With those parting words from dad and a couple of waves, they took off.

“You’re going to see him?” Saw questioned.

“Yes. It’s time. Can we get out of here? You were promised shopping.” I needed to get out of this room. It felt as if it was enclosing on me quickly.

Sawyer smiled. “Sure, let’s go. But we will talk about this.”

“Of course.”

Shopping with Sawyer was so much different nowadays. Before, I didn’t have two dimes to rub together, but now, I could buy what I wanted. And even buy Sawyer a few things.

“Try it on!” Sawyer exclaimed when she picked up a stunning bright blue tube dress. It would be perfect for about anything, but after being Sawyer’s puppet for the past three hours, I was beat.

“Nah. I’m ready to head out.” I waved my hand toward the door.

“Come on … one more. Please?” Sawyer gave me her beautiful puppy dog eyes, and I had no choice but to cave. “I’ll wait out here.”

Feeling defeated, I gave in. “Fine.” Heading down the long hallway to the back dressing room, I held the dress up to my body. Looking down, it hit right above the knee and would show off my legs.

Suddenly a hand was latched against my mouth, muffling my attempt to cry out. Dropping the dress, I tried to claw at the hands trapping me. I assumed from the bulk it was a man, but wasn’t completely certain.

The person restrained my arms behind me using one hand, while the other was kept around my mouth. I tried biting, but came up unsuccessful. My kicks were all aimed for the jewels, assuming this person had them, but my legs didn’t make contact.

I was being dragged farther into the dressing room toward the back, still fighting and trying to scream. Then the voice came … “Stop. You want that pretty little thing out there to be hurt?” I shook my head no and stopped screaming. “Good. I just want to talk. So stop fighting and listen.” The voice was one I hadn’t heard before … or at least I didn’t think so.

Pulling me to the dark corner of the back room, I searched my surroundings, trying to find someone to help me, but there was no one. I didn’t believe this person was here to ‘talk’. Not for one second. And not after the letters I’d gotten over the years.

“How ya doing, Gabriella?” a low voice said. My entire body stilled at his words. He knew my pen name. I should have known he’d find me. Shit.

“Can’t talk … oh right. My hand. Well, I’m not moving it. When you didn’t show up after my letter, I wasn’t happy. So we need to do it this way.” Letter? What the hell was this guy talking about? And why did he smell of fried chicken? Gross.

“I want you to come away with me … and since you won’t do it on your own, I’m gonna help you out. You know I had to track your ass from California to here and it wasn’t easy. But you have to know that you are mine. Will always be mine. Now we are going to disappear so I can help you live out all your sexy fantasies.”

My stomach coiled. My legs began flailing, my arms grabbing at anything I could reach. A thought came to mind and I figured I had nothing to lose. I pulled my head as far forward as I could muster and whipped it back as hard as I could. I somehow made contact with his nose, which I only knew from the spots of red blowing across my face.

The man instantly released me. “You bitch!” he yelled. I ran—I could hear my shoes stomping on the floor underneath me. The once beautiful blue dress I was going to try on was laying crumpled on the floor.

Bursting through the hallway, I ran into Saw’s arms. “We have to get out of here now.” I pulled her arm hard, yanking her out of the store.

“Vann, what is going on?”

“He’s here. He tried to take me.” My entire body was shaking uncontrollably, but I was able to keep my feet moving. “Unlock the door.”

Sawyer hit the key fob and we climbed in. I immediately locked the doors. “Drive,” I ordered.

“Vann, what happened? You’re covered in blood. Are you okay?” Sawyer’s panic was evident.

“Call Z for me.”

Sawyer dialed the phone, beginning a one-way conversation with him that I was trying desperately to follow, but the panic in my body was not subsiding.

“Z, its Sawyer. Listen someone tried to grab Vann.”

“At Roni’s.”

“She has blood on her, but she’s not saying much.”

“I don’t know if he’s there … hang on.”

Sawyer looked over at me. “Was he still there?”

“Yes,” was all I could muster.

“She says yes … okay … Vann, are you hurt?”

“No.”

“Where’d the blood come from?”

“His nose.”

Sawyer smiled at me, but I couldn’t return it, my body not wanting to do anything at the moment. I heard Sawyer repeat it to Z. “Yeah. I’m taking her home. All right. I’ll keep her there.”

Sawyer hung up, tossing her phone in the cup holder. “Z’s heading over to Roni’s, and then he’ll be over. We’re gonna stay at home and lock up tight.”

I stared out the window, feeling the daze take over my body. I don’t remember the rest of the car ride or climbing into my bed at home.

Deke

“Four, five, six, seven … three more ... come on!” My personal trainer yelled from above me as I did full body curls on the strong bar. I wanted to punch him, but this was what I paid him for. To kick my ass, which was exactly what he had done today.

My body was on the verge of shutting down, muscles giving up, but I kept pushing. It was the only way to keep in shape.

“Ignore it,” I barked at Darren, the trainer. My phone had been going off steady for the past twenty minutes, but I didn’t bother with it. I needed to get this workout in.

“Don’t ya think you should get that? We’re done.” Hopping off the bar, I wiped the sweat from my face. Sweat always meant it was a good workout. Searching through my phone, I had a shit ton of calls from Z. What the hell did he want?

Heading into the locker room, I dialed Z. “Why you blowing up my phone?” I growled.

“Vann was almost abducted.”

“Almost?” The air left my body at his words and fear spiked through me.

“Yeah. She head-butted the guy. I assume breaking his nose ‘cause of all the blood.” His matter of fact tone had more of an edge to it than normal.

“Where is she?” I needed to get to her now.

“Home with Sawyer.”

“You catch this asshole?” Grabbing my shit as he talked, I hauled ass out of the gym.

“Nope. He got away, but we have his blood. We’re gonna run it through the system.”

“I’m heading over to Vann’s.”

“You sure about that?”

“Bye.” Hanging up with Z, I grabbed my shit and headed to Vann’s.

She hadn’t been around for days. I’d called repeatedly … and nothing. I’d talked to both Sawyer and Kinsley, but all they’d tell me was she was hanging out and didn’t want to take any calls.

I got in my truck several times to just head over there, but stopped myself, thinking maybe she needed a bit of space after everything that went down at the bar. I was done with that shit. She would see me.

Driving to her house, I never told her, but I’d been by several times since finding out she was home. I wanted to stop, but really didn’t know what the hell to say. This time, I knew exactly what to do. I would protect her from this asshole. I’d find out who he was and rip his balls off then feed them to him.

Pulling into her driveway, Vann’s house looked locked up. The blinds were closed, doors shut, and looked as if no life was going on inside. Good.

Knocking on the door, I got no answer. “Sawyer, its Deke. Open up.”

I saw the blind to the side of the door slightly open as eyes peeked through. I stood there waiting. The lock slowly disengaged and the door opened.

“Where is she?” I asked, entering the house.

“In her room.”

“Which is where?”

“Down the hall, third door on the left.” Sawyer’s voice was shaky.

“You okay?”

“Just scared.” Sawyer’s face was ashen, her eyes totally void. “She went in there when we got home. I laid with her for a while, but she never moved. She has her head buried in a pillow.”

“Lock up, I’m going in.” I’d have to worry about Sawyer later.

Walking down the hallway, the only shut door was the third on the left. Upon opening it slowly, I found Vann lying on the bed in the exact position Sawyer described. She was clutching her pillow tightly—her body falling up and down slowly.

Thinking she was asleep, I climbed in bed beside her. I knew I reeked of sweat, but I didn’t give a shit. I pulled her close, her entire body jerking away.

“It’s okay Vann, it’s me.” Her eyes darted open, staring at me as if to make sure I was real. “It’s okay. I’m here. You’re safe.”

Vann closed her eyes and pressed into my body, her hands clutching onto my shirt. Her body began shaking, and I could hear her small sobs. Rubbing her hair, I held her as close to me as I could. I kept giving her reassuring words, trying to calm her, but she needed to get it out. And damn if I wasn’t happy to be the one to hold her through it. She said before I wasn’t there for her, so I was damn well gonna be there this time.

* * *

Waking up with a jolt, I gripped onto Vann. She was thrashing around in my arms. “Vann,” I said calmly, trying to wake her up.

Nothing.

“Vann.”

Nothing, but more thrashing.

“Vann,” I said in a very stern voice, causing her entire body to stop. Her eyes flew open, and she stared at me.

“Deke,” she whispered.

“It’s all right.”

Vann’s grip tightened on me as she pulled my body even closer into hers. She began sobbing into my shirt again. “It’s okay.”

She pulled away and looked into my eyes. “Okay … okay? Are you serious? It’s not okay. He wants to kidnap me and do … things to me.”

“I know.”

“You know what?”

“I know you’re Gabriella Daniels and you have a stalker … who has apparently followed you to Alabama.”

She stared at me. “Z told you!” The anger pulsated through Vann as she clenched her fists.

“He had to.”

“To hell he had to! I trusted him to keep his mouth shut.” At least her temper was back in full force. It was better than crying. She’d be ready to take action, and even though I did like having her in my arms, I didn’t want her hysterical.

“Vann, I’m gonna tell you something.” I let out a deep breath. I was gonna get in so much shit for this, but fuck it. “I’m an undercover cop.”

“No, you’re not. You got kicked off the force. Grams told me all about it, and I Googled it,” Vann seethed.

“I did get kicked off that force. I then entered a different kind … I find the lowest scum and bring them in.”

“No, you own a bar,” she argued. I really didn’t think it would be this hard to convince her.

“I do that, too. But I’d always wanted to own one, so I did. It ended up being a great cover.”

“Really?” Her voice calmed as she stared at me. I loved seeing those beautiful blue-gray eyes of hers.

“Yeah. Really.” I began stroking her hair; it was so smooth and soft.

“So you know what I do for a living?” Vann’s cheeks blushed as she bit her bottom lip.

“Yep, and I gotta say, it’s hot.”

Vann smiled for the first time since I’d gotten here. “You don’t think it’s nerdy?”

“Vann, I’ve never thought of you as nerdy … ever.” Hell no, I couldn’t wait to read what she wrote.

Vann rolled her eyes. “That’s debatable.”

Letting that roll off my back, I moved forward, “Tell me what happened.”

“Deke,” she whispered, digging her face into my chest.

“Vann. Pretty soon Z’s gonna be here with a lot of cops. Ones that do not know I’m undercover. I need to know what happened.”

Vann’s body went rigid against mine. I wrapped my arms around her even tighter, as if holding her body from floating away. I needed to know what happened so I could rip this asshole apart.

Vann’s voice was barely a whisper. As she replayed the entire scene, the anger set in deep in my soul and all I wanted was to kill this asshole.

I didn’t think Vann’s body could get any stiffer, but it did. “What is it?”

“His blood. It’s on me.” Pushing me away, Vann scrambled to her feet running toward the bathroom. “I’ve gotta get it off!” She was in pure panic mode.

“I’ll help you get it off. Calm down.” Damn near sprinting to the shower, she turned it on full blast and began ripping her clothes off. I shucked my clothes off, too, jumping in right behind her.

“What are you doing?” she shrieked.

“Helping you. Relax.” I began rubbing shampoo into her hair, massaging as I went. I pulled her into the spray and watched the water turn from clear, to red, to clear again. I added conditioner and began to massage her head once again.

Watching the water run down her beautiful body was giving me a hard on that I couldn’t control. I didn’t want that from her, but damn if my body didn’t. Trying to conceal it would be no use. It was there in full force.

I rubbed the soap all over her body and washed her. Nothing I was doing was intended to be sexual, even though I loved touching every inch of her body.

Vann turned around staring at me, something flickering in her eyes. “Give me the soap.” I complied.

Vann began rubbing the soap up and down my body. I wasn’t sure if she was trying to turn me on, but she so fucking was. Every pass over my body sent electricity straight to my cock.

As Vann’s hands glided along my chest, I was about ready to lose my mind. As she began teasing my nipple, I stared at her. She looked up at me and whispered, “Please.” I nodded my head as she began to lick, nip, and suck on my nipples, pleasure surging through me.

Vann suddenly dropped down to her knees and mine about buckled. She took the soap and lathered up my cock, massaging every step of the way. I thought for sure I’d lose my load, but somehow hung on.

After rinsing me, her tongue reached out and licked the top seam of my cock, sending me into oblivion. I’d dreamt of having Vann on her knees in front of me, and this was better than every one of those dreams—like I’d gone to heaven.

12

Vann

I needed to taste him—roll him around on my tongue and send him to ultimate pleasure. Why? Don’t know. I needed him to make me forget.

I took Deke into my mouth. He was huge, but I made it work. I licked up and down, sucking the tip. I used my hand at his base, pumping as I sucked.

Reaching down, I began touching myself, slipping my fingers around my clit and in and out of my pussy. I never thought sucking Deke off would be such a turn on.

“Vann.” At his groan, my eyes fluttered to his. The lust found in them was undeniable. Deke grabbed under my arms and pulled me up.

His tongue thrusting inside my mouth muffled my protests. Wrapping my arms around him, I kissed him with everything I had. Every emotion, every bit of love and anger … everything, I poured into him.

Deke ripped his mouth away from mine. “Turn around.”

I did so quickly. I knew what was coming, and I needed it more than my next breath. I needed to feel alive … I needed Deke.

Placing my hands on the glass that encased the shower, I felt Deke move in behind me. After sweeping my hair to the side, Deke began kissing down my neck, shoulder, and back. A loud thud behind me had me turning.

“Look at the glass,” Deke ordered.

I was forced to only feel … and trust. Deke’s kisses trailed to the cheeks of my ass and down my legs. “Spread ‘em.”

Spreading my legs, Deke’s hands moved slowly up, sending tingles throughout my body. Closing my eyes, I enjoyed every second of his touch. Then, Deke’s head was between my legs, his tongue grazing over my clit, sending fire racing through every part of my body. I couldn’t help but gasp.

“Deke.” I heard the moan come out of my mouth before I could think. As his fingers began their assault on me, I lost it. “Deke, please.”

“Please what?”

“I want you in me.”

“I am in you.” His fingers continued to do wicked things to me, sending me close to the edge but not quite enough to free-fall.

“Deke,” I barked.

He laughed. “Hang on, baby. I’ll fix it.” I could feel his hard body behind me, his cock resting in the small of my ass, and I so badly wanted it inside of me. Deke’s hands went to my hips, spreading my legs unusually far.

With my hands still pinned to the glass, I tried to grip it but my fingers kept slipping. I felt Deke’s cock inch closer to my pussy only to have him pull away. I groaned in defeat. Deke tortured me this way for quite a few minutes, before finally plunging deep inside of me.

I screamed out. I was ready for him, but with his size the stretch caused a pleasure-pain mix sending me spiraling. Deke’s arm wrapped around my waist as he began pounding inside of me. Reaching around, he rubbed my clit and sent me into the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt.

Deke released my waist, just as my knees decided to work again. He wrapped one of my legs around his hip, my foot rested on his ass, and interlaced his fingers with mine on the glass. He continued pumping inside me, sending me over again and again.

I felt Deke grow even larger inside of me. Releasing my hand, he started rubbing my clit, sending me into another wonderful orgasm as he released deep inside me.

Out of breath, Deke asked, “Vann?”

“Yeah.”

“I didn’t wear a condom.”

“Shit. I’m on the pill. You’re clean, right?”

“Yep. I’ve only not used a condom this time with you,” Deke said, wrapping his arms around my body as I released the glass and rested my head on his shoulder, Deke still inside of me.

“I’m clean,” I panted, out of breath. Not that any of this information would do us a damn bit of good now, we should have talked about this before the sex. “Thank you,” I whispered.

“For?”

“This.” My hand motioned to the shower.

“This. I’ll do anytime.”

“You know I can’t be that person for you.”

“I do.” Deke pulled out of my body, and I instantly felt the loss. I also felt the surge of his release running down my leg as the water pelted it away.

Turning to him, I asked, “You do?”

“Vann, let’s get you out and dried off. Z will be here soon.” Confusion set in. He knew I wasn’t the plaything he wanted, but look what did I the first chance I had … screwed him … in the shower. What a great way to prove that.

Deke turned off the water, stepped out of the shower, and grabbed towels. He wrapped one around his waist and then wrapped one around me.

“I can do it,” I said, batting his hands.

“I know you can. Let me take care of you.” I quit fighting as Deke patted down my entire body using the towel from the rack. He even began to dry my hair for me. I felt unbelievably pampered and cared for. Something I hadn’t ever felt before, which scared the living hell out of me.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Go get some clothes on. We’ll go out and see what’s going on out there,” he said, nudging me toward the closet.

Stopping, I turned to him. “I really don’t want to do this … tell it again.” Looking down at the tan carpet, I just wanted to disappear for a while—be someone else, somewhere else. The calmness from our sexual fun in the shower had vanished. Calm was nowhere in my realm now.

Deke wrapped his arms around my body, pulling me close to him. “You know I’m proud of you.” I stared up at him.

“What?”

“I am. You knew not to let him take you out of there, and you fought like hell. I’m proud of you.”

Feeling the flush on my face, one question stood out that I needed answered. “Why are you here?”

“Because I want to be. I’ve been trying to call you, but you don’t seem to want to answer, so coming by was my only option.” Feeling his strong exhale, he continued, “When Z called me and told me what happened, I couldn’t get here fast enough. I know I fucked up … can we talk about all that later? Just let me be here with you.”

I looked into his beautiful blue eyes. “You know I missed you,” I whispered.

“And I’m realizing the same.”

His words made me melt. “You know this conversation isn’t over … right?”

“You’re too stubborn to let it go.”

I smiled. “Damn straight.”

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t know yet.” Deke kissed my forehead and released me. I wore my comfy sweatpants, pulling the bottom of the legs up to my knees and an old t-shirt. Deke went to a bag by the door and pulled out clothes.

“Why do you have a bag?” I thought it a bit odd that he had an extra change of clothes with him.

“I was at the gym when Z called, so I just grabbed my bag and left.” He shrugged, pulling on a pair of shorts and t-shirt. “I’ve gotta ask you a question.”

“Yeah.”

“You said something about a letter this asshole sent you. Where is it?”

I cringed. “I never got a letter, at least not that I know of. But I’ve been holed up here writing for the past few days and haven’t checked the mail.”

“We need to go check the mail.” Deke interlaced our fingers and began to lead us down to the kitchen. The voices coming through were all mumbled making it difficult to decipher who was who. Entering, all eyes shot to the two of us, making me feel a bit embarrassed.

Z had his arms wrapped around Sawyer, but as soon as she saw me, she broke free and came running right for me. Dropping Deke’s hand, I hugged her. “I’m so sorry, Vann.”

I pulled her so I could see the blank stare in her eyes. “Saw, you didn’t do anything wrong. There’s no reason for you to be sorry.”

“I should have gone back with you.” Sawyer’s eyes closed, but I grabbed her arms so she would have to look me in the eye.

“Then he would have hurt you.”

“He wouldn’t have come near you.” The pain laced in her voice was killing me.

“I’m sure he would have. This guy is not right in the head.”

Tears began to fall down Saw’s face. “I can’t believe someone tried to take you.”

“Me either.” I pulled her to me and hugged her tightly. “I’m okay. You’re okay. Let’s just see about getting this guy before something else happens.”

Saw nodded in my arms and pulled away. Z was right behind her, and Saw didn’t think twice to fall into his arms.

“You okay, Vann?” Z asked while rubbing Saw’s back.

“I really don’t know.” With my emotions and thoughts all over the place, it was the best answer I could give him. I felt Deke come up behind me and wrap his arms around me. I leaned back. As much as I needed him when we were kids, this was making up for it.

Deke cut in, “Where’s the mail?” He looked directly at Sawyer.

“On the island, why?”

“Be right back.” Deke kissed my temple and rushed over to the island, but grabbed a towel from the rack on the stove first. “Saw, you or Kinsley touch any of this?”

“Yeah. We went through it.”

“What’s going on, Deke?” Z cut in.

“The asshole got pissed at Vann because she didn’t respond to a letter. I need to see if it’s here.”

“Deke, how about you let the cops handle it,” Z growled.

Deke looked between all of us. “Damnit,” Z muttered, knowing he’d told me. “Look Vann, I need you to tell me exactly what happened.”

Moving to the island, I saw the mail sprawled everywhere. I knew better than to touch it. Deke was rummaging through it as if he owned the place.

“I’ll tell ya everything.” My eyes stayed focused on Deke.

“Here. This is it.” Deke held up a plain white envelope with the dishtowel wrapped around it. “You got gloves, Z?”

“Yeah.” Z reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pair of rubber gloves. Deke slipped them on his hands while I stood there nervous as shit about what was inside that little envelope.

Deke carefully opened the letter, and I swear you could’ve heard a pin drop the room got so damn quiet. As he unfolded the pages, I couldn’t stand it anymore. “So?”

Deke read through every word, his face growing tighter and red with anger. “Z.” It aggravated the piss out of me that he wasn’t talking to me.

Z released Sawyer and moved to stand beside Deke. As he read it, his face changed as well. “Would you two read it?” I snapped.

Deke and Z exchanged a look. “Vann, it’s detailed.”

“And the last ones weren’t?” Fury rolled off me. This was happening to me; I had a right to know what the hell it said.

“I’m not reading it out loud. Come here and take a look.” Deke’s voice was deep and rough, sending chills down my spine.

I knew I needed to read it. If I didn’t, it would haunt me.

“Don’t touch it, Vann,” Z bit out.

“I won’t.” Deke spread his legs where he sat on the stool, and I immediately walked between them. I needed to feel his heat—his strength.

My eyes fell to the paper, which was regular lined paper from a spiral notebook, torn out leaving the fray on the sides. The words were written in blue pen and looked like line after line of scribbles.

Gabriella … I mean Savannah,

Yes. I found out your real name: Savannah Marie Kelly. I’ve been searching for you every day since you left me in California. I know you love me, and we’re meant to be together. I’ve told you that before, and you need to listen to me.

I’ve been watching you here in Alabama, and I’m not happy about what I saw. You should be ashamed of yourself … out drinking and dancing with those men. You seem to forget that you are mine … ONLY MINE. None of those assholes will give you what I can.

I’m the only one who will fulfill all your fantasies. Every one of them. Every single word written in your books, I’ll fulfill.

Remember in Desires Above … the tub scene? I will do that for you. I will wash every part of your beautiful body. Then slide my hands between your thighs and play with that beautiful pussy of yours. I’ve seen it in some of the pictures I’ve taken from your window. I know it’s beautiful. I can’t wait to get my mouth on it.

Remember in Seduction Overload … the rope scene? Oh yeah. I’ve had dreams of that one. I’ll tie you up tight ... ‘til you scream, begging me to let you go, but I won’t. Then I’ll fuck the living shit out of you ‘til you can’t move.

Remember in Orgasms For All … the voyeur scene? Oh yeah. I’m all about others watching me fuck you. They would never be able to touch you, though. That’s the one fantasy of yours that I can’t allow. NO ONE WILL EVER TOUCH YOU BUT ME. But I could give two shits who watches. We can even have that asshole you were all over watch us. That would be hot.

Let’s just say I have a list of everything I want to do with you, to you, and for you. Everything will drive you crazy with desire. I guarantee it.

You need to do this the easy way. Meet me. Meet me on Monday night, 7 p.m. Have your bags packed, and we’ll get the hell out of here and finally be together.

I know you want this as much as I do. You had better be there … or else. Also, this letter had better never make it to the cops or those two pretty roommates you have will find some trouble.

I love you, Savannah.

Gary

My entire body began shaking. Deke wrapped his arms around me, holding tight. “He actually thought I would meet him and go away with him,” I whispered.

“Yeah. He did.”

“Why is he doing this?” I breathed in his leather scent trying to calm myself.

“In his mind, you’re his. But I’m here to remind you you’re not. You’re mine. Have been since we were kids.” The spark of hope lit up inside me pushed aside all the fear. Was this really going to happen?

13

Deke

Before I could filter my mouth, the words were out, but I didn’t want to take them back. Vann was mine. Mine to keep, protect, and cherish. God, I’d missed her.

Vann’s body began shaking as I held her close. I could feel her tears begin to wet my shirt making me hold on to her tighter. I realized in that moment that I would do anything to protect her.

“What the hell is going on here?” Kinsley’s loud voice busted in through the front door.

Sawyer ran up to her. “And what the hell is she doing in his arms?” she barked.

I couldn’t help myself. “It’s where she belongs.”

Kinsley rolled her eyes. “Vann. You okay?”

Vann pulled out of my arms far enough to turn her head. As she wiped her tears, I felt her take a deep breath. “Not really, Kins. This is a mess.”

“I’m gathering.”

“Vann, I really need you to answer questions now.” Z said, looking at me. I nodded, knowing this had to happen now. He’d already given Vann quite a bit of time before drilling her.

“Fine. Better she answer them once and tell Kinsley at the same time.” I didn’t want her to have to repeat herself over and over again.

“You sure you want them to hear everything?” Z asked because most of this revolved around Gabriella.

“They know all about Gabriella. It’s fine.”

“You told him about Gabriella, Vann?” Kinsley sounded genuinely shocked.

“Yep. I did. It’s fine. I know he won’t tell anyone. Let’s get this over with,” Vann said as I led her over to the couch. I sat in the corner with my legs open wide, pulling her in between them. No way in hell I was letting her go when she needed me. She obviously agreed because she didn’t hesitate to fall right between them.

As I sat and listened to what happened to Vann, my anger was getting harder to control. I felt it radiating through every limb of my body, and I wanted to punch something. I wanted this guy. Who the hell did he think he was?

The questions went on and on. I learned more than I needed about the ‘gifts’ she’d received.

“Do you know who Gary is?” Z’s question pulled me from my murderous thoughts.

“No. I have a Facebook page, and he sent a couple of messages to me through there. I also have an email or two. The cops looked into it, but never found anything.”

They were obviously stupid. The internet had all sorts of fun ways to track—one very important thing I’d learned in my line of work. “Can I have your username and password?”

Vann turned around and looked at me, trust in her eyes. “Sure.”

Damn. How the hell did I open my mouth and spew that shit about getting her out of my system? I didn’t deserve her, but damn if I wasn’t gonna try and be the man she deserved.

“Wait!” Kinsley’s voice boomed from the kitchen. “Where did this come from?” Coming into the living room with a large manila envelope, she handed it to Z.

The front of the envelope said Savannah in the same scrawl as the letter. “Gloves,” I barked at Z.

“No shit,” he growled, pulling out another pair of gloves. “Where did you find this?”

“It was under some of my magazines on the counter.”

As Z opened it, Vann’s breathing picked up. I rubbed her back in an attempt to sooth her, but nothing seemed to work.

“What the hell?” Z gasped.

Pictures fell out, scattering all over the coffee table. Vann left my arms and moved closer. I wasn’t far behind her. “Don’t touch them,” I warned her.

“Oh my God.”

“Breathe, Vann … breathe,” I whispered in her ear.

“How did he …” Vann’s voice trailed off as she continued to look at the pictures laid out before us.

Dozens of pictures in full color spread on the table—pictures of her driving, at the bar, in her room, on her laptop, getting out of the shower … masturbating.

My cock twitched at the site, but I wasn’t a total selfish asshole, and kept that under wraps. It infuriated me that some asshole was seeing her like this.

“First thing, we get blinds for this entire house and up the security system.” My admiration for Kinsley was growing. The way she protected Vann was commendable. Now I just needed to put in my two cents and hope it didn’t backfire in my face.

“Vann’s coming to stay with me.”

Vann turned her head, eyes wide, boring into mine. “No. I’m not.”

“Yes. Until we find out what the hell is going on. You’re staying with me,” I argued.

The fire in Vann’s eyes lit. She stood and moved in front of me. “I don’t need your macho caveman bullshit. I’ve been dealing with this for years … without you,” she growled at me.

Standing, I tried to reel in my temper, but it won. “Damn it, Vann! It’s just a couple of days. What’s the big fucking deal?”

“The big fucking deal is … I refuse to stay at your house and be your little plaything! I’m a big girl, and I can take care of myself!”

“We already covered that plaything bullshit. Get over it!”

“Get over it! You want me to get over it? And we haven’t ‘covered’ anything!”

“Would you stop repeating yourself? And yes, we did!”

“Over it! I’ve been stuck in this nightmare for five years, come home, and you tell me you want to fuck me out of your system. No fucking way!”

“Vann, we already talked about this.”

“I don’t give a shit.”

“I know you’re hurt and pissed, but calm down.”

“Calm down, huh? I have some asshole try to kidnap me, writes me letters threatening to do so, there’s even pictures of me masturbating for everyone to see.” She waved her arm to our friends standing in quiet awe of this not-so-little conversation. “And you want me to be calm? Add to that … I saw my dad today for the first time in five years, met my little sister, and you fucked me again!”

“You wanted that just as much as I did.”

“Whatever,” she grumbled.

“You didn’t?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Don’t go throwing shit in my face.” Stomping out of the room, I needed to get some air.

Vann

“You saw your dad today?” Kinsley’s voice was loud enough for me to hear, yet quiet enough to have concern laced in her words.

Turning, I stared at her. “Yep, and I’m having dinner with his new family tomorrow. The woman he cheated on my mother with and their child … my sister. That should be fun.” My words dripped with sarcasm.

“Why did you say yes?”

“I had to, Kins.” My anger began to wane. “He’s my dad, and no matter what he did to mom, I gotta at least hear him out.”

“Was it weird meeting her?”

Blowing out a breath, I grabbed Kinsley’s arm and pulled her into the kitchen. I needed some space.

Climbing up on the bar stool, I patted the one next to me. “It was weird. She knows all about me, and I know nothing of her. I want to be mad at my dad for that … but I know that was entirely my mom’s doing.”

“Wow. How will it go with the wife? What’s her name again?”

“Julie. And I don’t know. When I first saw him I couldn’t move. I had it all planned out to yell and scream, but nothing. It will probably be the same with her.”

“You’ve had a busy day.”

“Yeah.” My body slumped.

“What was that with Deke?”

“He thinks he can just tell me what to do and I’ll do it. Not. Gonna. Happen.” My spine stiffened at my words.

“You know I’m not a fan of his, by any means, but he might be right.”

I gaped my mouth at her. “You’re kidding, right?”

“No. I’m not. Vann, he obviously cares about you. He has a messed up way of showing it sometimes, but you have history. You’ve trusted him with Gabriella, and when he came here today, you obviously didn’t push him away.”

“I know,” I said, hanging my head as shame washed over me.

“Then whatever that was in there … you need to reel it in. We all know you’ve been through a lot, but a guy like Deke can’t be pushed too much.”

“What, so I’m just supposed to let him take care of me? Where was he when I needed him five years ago?”

“Where were you?”

“Shut up,” I said, burying my head in my hands.

“You see my point. You’ve got some seriously fucked up shit going on here, and you’ve gotta get it worked out. Look, I know you love him. Figure it out.” The silence after those words were spoken was deafening. I jumped out of my seat and rushed to Deke. He didn’t say a word as I walked to him, but I could feel the anger rolling off him in waves.

Instead of some big speech, I walked up to him and tightly wrapped my arms around him. “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

When Deke didn’t reciprocate, I felt the tears begin to fall. Suddenly my bed sounded like a much better place to be. As I started to pull away from him, he wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me tight.

My legs gave out, forcing all my weight onto Deke, who scooped me up into his arms, weightlessly, kissing me on the forehead repeatedly. Burrowing my head in his neck, I could feel him walking, but at this point I just didn’t care where we were going … as long as I was with him. As he gripped my body tighter in his arms, I could feel my tension easing away.

“I’m gonna lay you down.”

The soft bed caressed my body, but the coldness swept through from the loss of Deke so close. Moments later, I felt the bed dip next to me. I didn’t ask, but just moved into his arms, resting my head on his now bare chest.

My vision was blurry from the tears, but I wanted so badly to explore him. It would sadly need to wait.

Time escaped me as I lay curled in his arms, but the tears finally dried up as my body molded against his, completely relaxed. Deke never said a word and continued to slowly stroke my shoulder. It was exactly what I needed, and damn if my heart didn’t swell in that moment.

Raising my head from his chest, my cheek stuck a bit. I quickly wiped it with my hands, trying not to let the embarrassment show.

“You okay?” he drawled smoothly.

Staring in his eyes, I knew I was lost … again. “Yeah. I’m sorry.”

“You’ve been through a lot.”

“I shouldn’t have said those things.”

“They were true … at least at the time.”

“Why didn’t you ever call me after I left?” I whispered, resting my hands on his chest with my chin on top, staring at him. My hand instantly found the key that was dangling from the rope on his neck.

“You wanna talk about this now?”

“Yes.”

Blowing out a deep breath, Deke looked up at the ceiling. “I was pissed. I couldn’t believe you left me.”

“I’m sorry.” My voice was so quiet, but I couldn’t speak louder.

“Why did you go? Why didn’t you stay with your grandma?” The pain in his eyes tore me up. I wanted to erase all those years of hurt for him.

“I couldn’t. Mom was flipping her lid, saying that I was just like my father leaving her. I had to go.” I tried hard to hold the tears back as they were lurking in the back of my eyes.

“That’s why I didn’t call. I was pissed at just about everything in life already, then when you left, it got worse.”

“I wanted to stay, ya know?”

“No, not really,” he grumbled. “How was California?”

His abruptness at the question caught me off guard. “Okay.” I turned my head; resting my check on his chest, I felt the steady rise and fall with each breath. “Mom and Aunt Tennie drank most of the time, so I pretty much had to fend for myself. School was horrible. My Southern accent didn’t fly well with the kids, so I continued to immerse myself in books.”

“Is that why you started writing?”

Looking at him I smiled. “I just started one day. It was kinda crazy actually.”

“Why’s that?” I couldn’t help but be touched that he wanted to learn more about my writing.

“I didn’t have normal stories running through my head. Mine were adventurous and sexy. Then they began to have a life of their own. I didn’t know what to do with them. I sat on them, tucking them away in my drawer. I didn’t start pulling them out until college. Then I showed them to a professor of mine who encouraged me to put them out there.”

“Where did you go to college?” Deke’s fingers pulled gently through my hair.

“USC. I got in on a lot of scholarships that my high school counselor helped me apply for. I took classes year round and graduated in four years.”

“Good for you.” His arm squeezed me tight, and I relished in his embrace.

“What about you? What did you do after high school?” I asked, knowing he didn’t go to college, at least from what the girls told me.

“I went to the academy. After my mom overdosed, I wanted to find the fucker who gave her the drugs. So I thought it would be the best way.” I turned my head so I could see him, but stared at the ceiling.

“You did it just for that?”

“Yep.” The void of emotion coming from him was almost scary.

“How’d that work?” I was quite surprised that a man would go through all that training just to hunt down one man.

“Found him, beat him up, almost killing him with my bare hands. My partner had to drag me off of him. He’s the reason I’m now undercover.” Deke said it so flippantly that it didn’t seem to bother him.

“Wow.” I couldn’t help but be a bit stunned. I’d never seen this side of him.

“I’ll take him out, but first I have to find the boss. Once I cut him off at the balls, then I’ll take the asshole out.” I lay there, still not knowing what to say. Fear ripped through me at what could happen to him. I’d never thought about the danger before this moment. “It’ll happen, hopefully sooner rather than later,” he continued.

“Then what will you do?” My curiosity peaked.

“Don’t know yet. I love my bar, so probably just that.”

“Why did you start Sully’s?” I happened to love the fact he named it after himself.

Deke turned to face me, the spark back into his eyes. It was a relief. I didn’t like that void. “Dad wanted me to come work for him and go to college after I lost my job, but there was no way I was gonna be cooped up with him any longer than absolutely necessary. I needed a cover, always wanted to have a bar, so I did it. It worked out well.”

“What about the band?”

“That’s just for fun.”

“I didn’t know you played.”

“I played when I was a kid, stopped for quite a while, but after Mom died and you were gone, I needed to do something besides punching everything at the gym. I got out my old guitar and started playing.”

“You looked hot up there.” I smiled remembering the way his muscles flexed as the lights shined down on him. I moved off him to lay my head on the pillow, facing him.

“I did, huh?” He smirked, making my panties wet.

I moved to straddle his hips. Looking down at him, he was still the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on. His strong face and sparkling blue eyes sucked me in. “Yeah. You did.”

Laying my body down on top of his, I began kissing him. It only took him a second to begin to kiss me back. Our tongues danced back and forth, entwining and caressing. My hands began to roam his beautiful chest, and I needed to explore.

Venturing down, I began kissing, sucking, and nipping his neck and pecs—his body was incredible. Moving my tongue flat along his nipple, I heard him groan. The power I felt from that one noise was amazing and caused me to push forward.

As I moved to the other side, I crossed over the key he had hanging from his neck. “Where’d you get this?”

“God, that feels good,” he groaned. Feeling that power surge again, I went back to work kissing and nipping his body. Finding my way down to his abs, I licked each one individually, paying special attention to his light dusting of a treasure trail down the center.

As my hands went into his waistband, Deke grabbed me under my shoulder hoisting me up. “Ahh …”

“Get up here and kiss me.” Deke entwined his hands in my hair, pulling me to him hard. We kissed and kissed as if our lives depended on it.

Involuntarily, my body began rocking on his. My clit rubbed repeatedly on his hard cock still covered by his jeans. I couldn’t stop moving as my body was lit on the verge of exploding, my need growing.

Breaking away for breath, I said, “I need you, Deke.”

“I need you, too, but I’m not having sex with you.”

My body instantly froze. “What?”

“I want to prove to you that you’re not my plaything … that I’m yours.”

I stared down at him, tears welling in my eyes. “Vann, I want to watch you come.”

I crashed my lips against his, trying to convey to him every emotion that was coursing through my veins, hoping he was feeling it, too. My body started grinding against his again, pulsating through me. Deke’s hands fell to my hips as he helped grind my body on his, taking me further than I could have gone myself.

There was no stopping the lightning crash that flew through my body enveloping me into a world of euphoria. I smashed my body onto Deke’s, laying my head on his chest. His heart was beating so fast like it wanted to jump out and take off.

As my senses came back, I felt Deke’s hard erection between my legs. I started to get up to rectify the problem, but was immediately pulled back down to his body, his arms wrapping around my mine tightly, holding me in place. “What are you doing?”

“Holding you,” he teased.

“I can feel you.”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“I can help relieve it,” I said, stunned he really didn’t want me to help him.

“I know, but not now. Let me hold you.”

“Is this part of the me not being a toy thing?”

“Yep. Lay down.”

Lying back down, I listened as his heartbeat slowed, but his cock was still hard as steel. I didn’t attempt to help him. I rather enjoyed where I was.

A loud banging came from the door. As I sat up, still straddling Deke, the door flew open.

“Savannah Marie!” My Grams’s voice flowed through the room. I immediately jumped off the bed, righting my clothes on my body. Being caught at twenty-two was just about as bad as being caught at seventeen.

“Grams, what are you doing here?” I screeched.

Glancing over at Deke, I wanted to wipe the smile off his face. I didn’t know what the hell he found so damn amusing. Deke lay on my bed, shirt off, legs spread out, but crossed at the ankle. Yes, I was a grown-ass woman, but this was still Grams!

“I had to hear at the store from Grace what happened to you?” The disappointment and anger in Grams’s voice was enough to send me to my knees. I never wanted that.

“I’m sorry, Grams. I’ve been dealing with some stuff,” I said, ashamed.

“I know, but you should have called.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I hung my head.

“Son, can you give us a few minutes?” Grams pinned Deke with her stare.

“Absolutely, ma’am,” he said, climbing off the bed, wrapping his arms around my body and kissing my temple. “I’ll be in the living room,” he whispered in my ear.

Nodding, he turned to walk out the door. My eyes focused on his sculpted back, but noticed another tattoo that I hadn’t seen before. It looked like a puzzle piece that had been carved out of his body exposing muscle underneath, a small drop of blood hanging off the end. I needed to make sure to ask him about it.

14

Vann

“Grams, I’m sorry.” I rushed into her open arms, and she hugged me tightly.

“Why didn’t you tell me this was going on, baby girl?” Grams’s hand rubbed up and down my back rhythmically.

“I didn’t want to worry you,” I whispered.

“Nonsense. We both know your momma ain’t gonna help ya. You need to come to me.” Grams pulled away and stared at me. It was like I was five years old all over again.

“I’m sorry.” Tears I thought were dried up sprung out of my eyes and fell down my cheeks.

“Now. Now. Let’s sit.” Grams led me over to the bed, pulling the comforter up over the sheets. “I don’t want to sit in that.”

“Grams!” I yelled and couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped.

“Truth. Anyway talk.” Grams was always no nonsense, which was why I loved her so much. I let everything spill out of me as if it were something bad I ate, telling her every last detail, barely taking breaths as I went.

Grams wrapped her hands around mine and squeezed tight. “Okay. So what’s next?”

“I don’t know.” I didn’t know anything at the moment. Everything was happening so fast that it was all jumbled. I had a hard time putting words to any of it.

“No clue who this guy is?”

“No. Just fake names. Nothing real.” The tears began falling harder. I never thought having this career would lead to someone actually wanting to hurt me. The few ‘gifts’ were nothing harmful, but having someone actually want to rape me was hard to take.

“Deke gonna stay with you?” Grams asked as if she already knew the answer to the question.

My eyes shot to hers in surprise. “He wants me to stay with him. We haven’t really talked about it any further.”

“It’s good. You go with him. He’ll take care of you.”

“You’re not freaked out to see me with him?” I knew I talked a lot about Deke over the years, but to actually be with him now when I just got home was a little quick to the punch.

“Come on, baby girl. You’ve loved that boy for years. It’s about time he opens his eyes and sees you for the prize you are.”

Grams’s gleam in her eye made me blush. “Thanks Grams.”

“Truth. That’s all I speak. What’s this I hear about your daddy?”

I dropped my face, not wanting her to read my thoughts. “You heard that, too? Damn small town,” I grumbled.

“Yeah I did. Talk.” Grams slapped the back of my hand so I looked up at her.

Rolling my eyes, I told Grams all about the meeting with dad and meeting Sydney. “Grams, I just don’t know if I can let it go. I mean … I’ve been so mad at him for so long, and when I saw him … nothing came out. None of the anger … nothing.”

“That was probably because Sydney was there, baby girl. You were taught not to show that in front of the little ones. It’s not right.” Grams taught me that, Mom never did, another thing to be grateful for. “Baby girl, you don’t know the circumstances before your daddy ran around. Was it wrong? Yes. But you’re older now, so you gotta let him say his piece and hear him out.”

The whirlwind of emotions swimming through my head was sucking every bit of energy out of me. Suddenly I felt very tired.

“I can see you’re gonna fall asleep on me. I’ll talk to Keith if Zander hasn’t already. You need to get safe, but I need to know where you are no matter what.” Grams wrapped me back in her arms.

My spine stiffened a bit. I blurted, “I’m gonna stay here, Grams. I’m not gonna let some asshole throw me out of my own house.”

“Then you figure out what you need to do—blinds, security, and alarms,” Grams said without the disdain I thought she would have.

I hugged her harder. “I will. Thanks Grams.”

“I love you, baby girl.”

“Love you, too.”

Leaving the bedroom, we headed into the living room where Deke was sprawled out on the couch flipping through channels. Grams made no qualms about marching right up to him. “Son.” Her tone was strong and determined.

Deke turned off the TV and stood in front of Grams. “Yes, ma’am,” he said. Deke towered over her, causing Grams to look up a bit, but she was not intimidated in the least by his size.

Grams’s finger came out as she began waving it at Deke. “You take care of her, you hear me?”

Deke graced us with his beautiful smile. “Yes, ma’am.”

“And I don’t just mean in the bedroom.”

“Grams!” I gasped, not believing that just came out of her mouth.

Deke chuckled, tucking his hands into his pockets. “I’ll do my best. In and out.”

Was I hearing this conversation right? Grams was actually talking to Deke about sex … and Deke was going along with it? God help me.

“Uh huh. You stay with her … here. She doesn’t want to leave, so get a bag together and get over here,” Grams demanded. I stood there, speechless. Didn’t I just tell her that I would talk to Deke about that?

“Yes, ma’am.” Deke turned to me and winked. I opened my mouth to talk, but instantly shut it not knowing what to say.

Grams’s finger continued to wag, “Also, she’s gotta go see her Daddy tomorrow. You’ll make sure she safely gets there and back. Got it?”

Deke shuffled his feet, a smile playing on his lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Grams, I’m not a kid,” I groaned.

Grams turned to me, looking me straight in the eye. “You will take care of yourself. And you will let him help you.”

Looking into her beautiful blue eyes, I remembered how much I truly missed this woman. “Yes, ma’am.”

Grams began to step closer to Deke, and I couldn’t blame her, with no shirt on he looked hot with his muscles flexing, but it struck me a bit odd for Grams to be staring. “Son, come here,” Grams said.

Deke did without question, dwarfing her. Grams reached to the key around his neck, and Deke’s face lit up almost as if he was surprised. “Where’d you get this?” Grams’s voice shook as she asked. I didn’t know if it was with hurt or anger.

Deke looked slowly up at me as if looking for answers, but I had no idea where he got the thing. He looked down at Grams.

“I want the truth, son.” Her stern voice caught me off guard, and my eyes flew to her.

“No, ma’am, I wouldn’t lie.” Blowing out a deep breath, his eyes bore into mine, never moving. “I got it when I was in high school, ma’am.”

“Go on,” Grams said as if she knew there was more to the story.

“When Vann left, I was pissed … beyond pissed … and went to her house.”

“You did?” I gasped in surprise.

“Yeah. I looked around the place, but mostly anything personal was gone. I happened to be standing by the dresser when something shiny caught my eye. I reached in the drawer and pulled this key out.” Deke’s hand instantly went to the key and began rubbing it. “I put it on that moment and haven’t taken it off once since.”

“You’ve worn that for five years?” I stared at him in shock.

Deke broke eye contact from me and looked down at the ground, embarrassed. “Yeah.”

Grams cut through the moment. “Do you know what that is, son?”

Deke’s eyes shot up to Grams. “No, ma’am. It was just something to keep Vann close.”

Seeing Deke’s chest begin to rise and fall rapidly, my heart swelled. I wanted to run over to him and jump in his arms, but I stayed put wanting to hear this.

Grams stepped back from Deke, and for the first time, she got really quiet when she spoke. “Vann’s granddaddy gave that to me when he had to leave for the service. I wore it for years ‘til he came home.”

Surprise hit me. “Grams, how do I not recognize this? If it was in my drawer, shouldn’t I know what it is?”

Grams looked at me, her eyes showing a bit of wetness trying to escape. “I never gave it to you. I gave it to your momma. I don’t know why ... no, I take that back, I do. She was going through some old stuff, and I told her it would give her good luck.”

That still didn’t explain anything. “Really. Then how was it in my drawer?”

“Baby girl, I have no idea, but it looks like it’s gotten good use over the years.” Grams’s smile beamed up at Deke. “And don’t you worry, I’m not asking for it back.”

“No disrespect, ma’am,” Deke said clutching the key. “I couldn’t give it back to you if I tried. Sorry.” I stood there in awe, part stunned, part so in love I couldn’t breathe.

Grams came up to me and wrapped her arms around me. “I like him,” she whispered in my ear.

“Me too,” I whispered back.

“I’ve gotta head out. Remember what you said, boy. You protect my girl.” Grams patted Deke on the arm.

Deke eyes drifted to me. “Yes, ma’am. I will.”

And just like a tornado, she’d stirred things up and left silence in her wake.

Deke

I couldn’t believe that Grams recognized the key around my neck. I’d worn it for so long that it was a part of me, just like Vann had been since we were kids, but I felt a bit tongue-tied in talking about it. Embarrassed a bit, but damn. When Vann first saw it and didn’t recognize it, I was relieved that I didn’t have to explain, but now the news was out.

I couldn’t help but love Grams. She did all my hard work for me in convincing her. Yes, I wanted Vann at my place, but that was for purely selfish reasons. I wanted her in my bed. I’d never had a woman there. Ever. But I wanted Vann.

“So, you think you’re gonna move in here?”

“Yep,” I said, pulling her into me. Wrapping my arms around her, I loved the way she molded to my body as if she was made for me. Bending down to her lips, I brushed mine softly against hers.

Cutting right to the chase, Vann whispered against my lips, “You’ve been wearing a key for five years to remind yourself of me, huh?”

“It appears so.”

“You weren’t gonna tell me?”

“Didn’t plan on it.”

“Why?”

“You’d think I was a pussy.”

Vann crushed her lips to mine before pulling away all too quickly. “Not a pussy at all big guy. I think it’s the sexiest …” Vann’s lips touched mine again. “… fucking thing …” And again. “I’ve heard …” Vann kissed me hard before pulling away. Damn if I didn’t want to pull her to me, but I needed to let her take the lead … for the moment.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Want me to show you just how sexy?”

I groaned. “Hell yeah.”

Vann’s breath hitched, and shit, I loved hearing that. My lips met hers, and the air around us turned like a switch going into need and want. After she rode me in her bedroom, I hadn’t been able to shake the hard-on I was left with. But I wanted to prove to her that she meant more to me than just sex.

I just didn’t know how long I could hold out. She was so damn irresistible and I’d waited five long, agonizing years to have her again. My body craved hers and right now it was in charge.

Reaching around, I laced my hands through her soft blonde hair angling her body to get deeper. She met me kiss for kiss, pulling and sucking me closer into her. Breaking away, she asked, “Where are Sawyer and Kinsley?”

“They left.”

“Good.” Vann dropped down to her knees in front of me. Just the sight alone made my cock grow painfully large. As she unbuckled my pants, she pulled my dick out and stroked it. Having Vann on her knees below me was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

Her strokes took me to another place in my head, the pleasure so intense I felt I could burst. Vann’s tongue darted out as she licked the underside of my cock, causing me to gasp. I’d had plenty of blowjobs in my day, but this … this was different.

Vann sucked me into her mouth, my dick touching the back of her throat. It took everything I had not to blow in that second. As she sucked, licked, and rubbed, it was like I was on another planet and didn’t want to return to Earth.

“Baby, I’m gonna come in your mouth if you don’t stop.” I looked down to see her beautiful blue-gray eyes looking up at me with a slight smirk on her lips. She continued to stroke and suck faster than before sending me in a downward spiral.

Grabbing the back of her head, my hips began to piston in her mouth. One ... two ... three … “Vann …” drawled out of my mouth as I came down her beautiful throat.

Looking down, Vann had swallowed every single drop I gave her and was now licking all the remnants off my cock. As our eyes met, Vann gave my dick a small kiss on the tip and stood to meet me.

Grabbing her, I devoured her mouth tasting myself on her, and I took more until she was withering underneath me. I laid her gently on the couch, falling on top of her.

My once sated dick was already getting hard again. I just couldn’t get enough of this woman, and I figured I would show her. Reaching down, I pulled her sweatpants down, ripping them away from her body.

“Deke,” she spoke, breathless.

“Yeah?”

“Please.”

“You got it, babe.”

Spreading her legs wide, I knelt down to feast on her beautiful pussy. I slid my tongue down each of her lips, sucking in her sweet taste. “You’re so wet, Vann.”

“Yes.”

My tongue began to stroke harder, finding every nook and nerve to hit. I ate her as if she was my last meal and I was a starving man. And I was about to die if I didn’t have her.

Vann’s hips began grinding against my tongue, her hands quickly finding my hair. I let her guide me exactly where she wanted me, and I sucked, licked, and tasted until she screamed my name. Her body responded by giving me a very sweet treat on my tongue.

“In. Now.” Looking up in Vann’s eyes, they were desperate and wanting. Shucking off my jeans the rest of the way, I kissed her hard, my cock just barely touching the lips of her pussy.

Vann’s hands gripped my ass, pushing me down to her. “It’s coming,” I teased.

“Now. Deke. Now,” she begged.

With that, I slammed into her all the way to my root, causing her to scream like I’d never heard her in my life. “God yes!”

As my body pounded into hers, I sucked in every word and moan that came out of her body. The fact that I was giving her this much pleasure was such a huge fucking turn on. I rose up so I could see Vann’s and my connection. Seeing myself glide deep in and out of her, combined with Vann’s look of pure enjoyment, spurred me to pump harder than I’d ever done before. I wanted Vann to come hard so she would never forget this moment.

I felt my balls start to rise and the familiar tingle in my spine. I began rubbing Vann’s clit. “Vann, you gotta come baby.” As if she needed my permission, she set off like a bomb exploding over and over and over again. Mine crashed through me as I watched Vann come again.

I would never get tired of seeing her do that. “Oh my God,” she panted.

“Good?”

“I’ve never had an orgasm like that before.”

“Good, I’ll give them to you all the time.”

“What was that?”

“An explosion.”

“Damn right.”

I fell, lying on the floor next to her, unable to move. Vann rolled off the couch and landed on top of me with an oomph. “Sorry. Didn’t want to be alone up there.”

“Vann, you never have to be alone again.”

“What’s this?” Kinsley’s voice boomed through the front door, swinging it open. I immediately covered up Vann, trying not to smile at her surprised expression.

“Well … well … well. What do we have here?” Z’s voice came from behind Kinsley’s.

“Stop looking at my girl.” I glared at Z.

Z smiled. “Oh. Now she’s your girl.”

“Damn right. And I suggest your eyes go somewhere else. Considering she’s also your cousin,” I growled.

“Only by marriage.”

“Damn girl. I love that couch … how am I gonna sit there now and not think of this? Come to think of it, can you do it again so I could watch?”

“Kinsley!” Vann’s face was the color of a tomato, and I didn’t think she liked the smirk on my face by the glare she was giving me.

“Sure Kinsley. Why not?” I joked back.

“Stop it!” Vann yelled.

“Come on, you’re both hot. It would be fun to watch.”

“Kinsley. Stop it! You’re not watching us! Go somewhere so I can get dressed.”

“Why? I wanna watch.”

“Dammit, Kinsley!” Vann screamed.

Chuckling, Kinsley grabbed Z. “Come on copper … let’s give these two a minute or thirty seconds. Then we can rush back in and look.”

The laugh I was suppressing came out in full. Looking at Vann, I could see the tips of her lips wanting to join me but trying desperately to hold back. Grabbing her, I began tickling her everywhere.

That produced the laughter I was looking for. Keeping up the pace, I touched and grabbed every part on her I could find. “Deke! Stop! Please! Come on!”

Lying back down on the floor, Vann immediately got up and threw her sweats on. “Would you put on your pants?”

“It’s a lot more fun with them off, right?”

“Yes. But put them on. Now!”

Chuckling, I pulled up my jeans, just in time for Z and Kinsley to walk in the room.

“Dressed?” Kinsley asked full of hope.

“Yep.”

“Damn it!” Kinsley yelled.

15

Vann

Eating dinner with Deke and Z was like eating with an entire football team gorging before a big game and after. Deke’s excuse: “You wore me out, babe.” Who the hell knew what Z’s was, but I did notice the moment Sawyer stepped in the room, Z’s total demeanor changed. He sat up a little taller, there were light brushes of his hand on her arm … if I hadn’t been paying attention, I would have missed it because of its subtlety.

Deke was actually taking this whole moving in thing seriously. I didn’t have the heart to tell him no. Who the hell was I kidding? I could say no ‘til I was blue in the face, and he wouldn’t listen. Grams already backed him up, so I was screwed there for help. And really, I wanted him here … with me … in my bed … holding me just like he was doing at the moment.

Listening to his breathing go in and out was the most calming sound I’d ever heard. Add in his sexy ass smell and I couldn’t help but snuggle up closer on his chest. Grabbing the key resting on his pec, my fingers glided over the cool metal.

I searched my memory trying to recollect if Mom ever told me about this key, but nothing came up. I didn’t even recall how it got in my drawer, but damn was I glad it was there.

The fact that Deke found it and wore it for five years blew my mind and my heart. I always knew I loved that man, but this … right here … made me love him even more, and that scared the living shit out of me. He could destroy me, but I knew I couldn’t turn away from him. Ever.

Here I thought he was so pissed at me he wanted nothing to do with me, yet he held me close to his heart for five years without even thinking twice about it. Happiness swept through my body, my arms instantly wrapping tightly around Deke, squeezing him to me. I knew I was a lost cause.

“Hey.” Deke’s gravelly voice was sexy as hell.

“Sorry to wake you up.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah. I actually am.”

“You sure? No nightmares?”

“No. I haven’t been to sleep yet for that, but thanks for putting those thoughts in my head.”

Deke chuckled in response.

“If you were so mad, why did you wear this?” The long silence that drew felt like years. I lay on his chest, continuing my massage of the key around his neck.

Finally Deke spoke. “Hurt. I was hurt. But I missed you.” Deke took a long pause, breathing in and out slowly. “You were all I had, and when you left … I had nothing.”

“Did things ever get better with your folks?”

“No. Mom died hating me. Dad tolerates me, but that’s about all.”

“I’m sorry … You know I missed you, too.”

“I do know. Now.”

“I didn’t want to leave you.”

“You’re here now. Get some sleep, babe.” Deke kissed the top of my head as I snuggled closer to him.

My eyes grew heavy, but I had a question that I needed answered. “Deke?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled.

“Tell me about the tattoo on your back. The puzzle piece.”

“Pieces,” he corrected.

“Huh? I thought I only saw one.” Deke pulled out of my arms and rolled to his stomach. Kneeling before him, I studied the tat. It was one large puzzle piece, but the large piece was cut into three smaller pieces that were all connected to each other. The large piece looked as if it was cut from Deke’s skin. I traced it with my fingertip. “Tell me about it.”

Deke let out a large sigh. “This must be the day for all the skeletons to come out.” He groaned. “The pieces make up the three people who left me: Jaxson, Mom, and you.”

My heart lurched as he continued, “The piece is out of my body because the it is missing from me.”

“Oh, Deke.” I leaned down, kissing the tattoo. “I’m so sorry.”

Deke rolled over, circling his arms around me. “You’re here now. That’s all that matters.” His lips touched mine in the sweetest kiss before he pulled away. “Get some sleep.”

“K, ‘night.”

It took me a while to come down from the revelations of the day, but hearing Deke’s breathing slow, I finally drifted off.

* * *

Waking up, I felt like I was in a warm cocoon. Deke’s entire body was draped around me, practically lying on top of me. I loved it. I loved him, not that I would tell him that.

Deke’s hips bounced, causing me to jump. “Morning.” His gruff voice was sexy as hell.

“Morning,” I whispered softly.

“How are ya this mornin’?” Deke’s hand brushed across my face, sending chills down my spine.

“I’m good. I’ve got you here, what’s not to be happy about.” Looking up, Deke’s eyes flashed to something I couldn’t read. “What?”

“I’m moving in here with you.”

“You are … huh?” I grinned.

“Your Grams’s orders. I just wanna make sure you remember that from last night.” Deke’s voice was muffled as he continued to talk into my neck.

“It’s a good thing I’m in a good mood then, huh?”

“You want me here?” Deke raised his head, his eyes latching onto mine.

More than you could ever know. “Yeah. This is nice.”

“I’ll show you nice.” Deke’s mouth found mine, crushing down into a passionate kiss. All thoughts of morning breath were lost as only thoughts of him inside me swam in my head.

* * *

The day flew by. Deke needed to go pick up his things and stop by the bar, and I needed some time to get things organized. I called the security company, who ended up putting cameras up outside and some high-tech system that only Kinsley knew how to work.

I tried my damnedest to get some writing done, but that didn’t go so hot. I just couldn’t get in the groove. Most of my thoughts were on this moment right here, sitting in my dad’s driveway. After arguing with everyone that I could drive myself and didn’t need every one of them coming with me, I drove.

“You’re not going alone,” Deke growled. “If you don’t want me going, then take one of the girls.”

“No. I’ll be fine. I’m just going to Dad’s, and I’ll meet up with you at Sully’s. I’ll text you and call when I’m leaving. I’ll be fine.” I wasn’t backing down from this. There was no way I was showing up at my father’s new home to meet his new family with a security detail.

“No,” He growled. “Not happening.”

“You are not telling me what I can and can’t do. That is not how this works, Deke Sullivan!” I yelled at him.

“You don’t know me well, do you? I’ll be following you. Once you get there and you’re in the house, I’ll go to Sully’s. You call me before you get ready to leave, and I’ll come meet you,” he said as he scowled at me.

I stared at the man in front of me. Part of me wanted to kick him in the balls for being an ass. The other part wanted to hug him for caring about me. “Fine.”

Pulling up to my dad’s house, I could see Deke’s headlights reflecting the area around my car. Giving him a small wave, I made my way up to the house. I couldn’t help but feel a little cheated. The house was beautiful with flowers all in front and looked happy, and damn if I hadn’t had that since before he left.

The front door flew open as Sydney ran down the small steps. All thoughts of getting the hell out of there vanished as soon as I saw her excitement. I’d always wanted a sister, I just never envisioned getting one like this.

“Savannah!” she yelled.

“Remember, I told you to call me Vann.”

“Daddy says your name is Savannah, and that is what I should call you.”

I smiled at her sweetly, wondering why the hell my dad didn’t want her calling me Vann. “I told her that because I call you Savannah. I never liked the name Vann.” Dad stepped down the steps toward me.

I stared at him. I thought that he’d gotten over his dislike for the name a long time ago. He said it reminded him of a van not his little girl. “It’s okay.”

“I’m glad you came.”

“I told you I would.”

“Come on in. I want you to meet Julie.” The chill through my body held me on the spot. “It’s okay,” Dad whispered, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the front door.

Sydney grabbed my other hand. “I can’t wait to show you my room!” She was so excited, and it helped to relieve some of the tension.

I’d hated Julie for years, and now that I was in her home, I actually feared her. What did she have that my mom didn’t? What does she look like now? I’d only seen her a few times, but never really met her. I felt my anxiety grow, but kept focused on the little girl holding my hand.

She was too excited for me to let down, and I wouldn’t, no matter how uncomfortable.

Entering the front door, a huge sign that looked vaguely familiar hung on the wall. It read: ‘God Bless this Home.’

My heart broke a bit at the realization that this was their home no matter how much I wanted to hate being here; I needed to respect it.

“Savannah!” a very feminine, high-pitched voice called from down the hallway. As the petite, long blonde haired woman came down the hall rubbing her hands with a towel, I could instantly see how Dad could fall for her. She was beautiful. Her face lit up as she got closer to me.

Arms extended, she reached for me giving me a huge hug, and rather than be rude, I limply returned it. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Thank you for having me.”

“You are always welcome here.”

I pulled away and looked in her eyes. What I saw was someone who was very genuine in her words. There was no anger in them whatsoever. I thought there might be some considering I was his first wife’s kid. But nothing but happiness? “Thanks.”

“Come see my room!” Sydney grabbed my arm and began to pull me.

“Sydney. Give Savannah time to say hi.”

“But Daddy, I’ve waited a really, really, really, long time to show her my room. Please!”

Dad smiled down at Sydney. “Do you mind, Savannah?”

“Not at all.” Sydney squealed and began to pull me down to her room. I couldn’t help the huge smile that spread across my face. Grams was right. I needed to meet Sydney and actually try and build something with her. She was my sister. That was still difficult, but I was becoming more accepting of it.

“Look!” Sydney led me into a pink princess paradise. Everything except the carpet was pink—walls, bedding, furniture, curtains, and pillows—and all different shades of pink. It reminded me of bubble gum bubbles. “Come look at my Barbie house!”

She led me over to this monstrosity of a house that was taller than she was with three levels and furniture galore. A little girl’s dream. “Which is your favorite?”

“Barbie and the Pop Star, of course.” Her tone suggested that I should have known that tidbit of information already. Sydney flashed this Barbie at me that had pink and purple stripes in her hair along with a rocker dress and guitar. I didn’t remember Barbies like this when I was growing up.

“This is cool.” The Barbie station lasted all of about five minutes then we moved on to these things called LaLa Loopsies that looked like crazy dolls with buttons all over them. I didn’t get these. Then it was on to Polly Pockets, which had all these little bitty pieces. I vaguely remembered these, but mine looked nothing like this. Then on to the baby dolls.

“Look Savannah! This one I can feed, and it pees.” She handed me the peeing doll, and I couldn’t help but look at its crotch to see if I was gonna get wet. “And this one I can feed special food.” She handed me the food bandit. “And this one is a water baby Grover.”

“What does it do?” After asking, I rethought if I should have.

“Mommy puts warm water inside and then it’s all cuddly. And these are all my other babies. I have lots of names for them.”

Sydney began handing me all of her babies, naming them off so quickly I couldn’t keep up.

“You girls ready to come to dinner?” My Dad peeked his head inside of the door, smiling at me. I couldn’t help but return it as I sat there with a load of babies in my arms.

“No!” Sydney yelled.

“I know you’re excited to have Savannah here, but we need to feed her.”

“Can we come back?” Her excited little voice had me enthralled.

“Yeah. I’ll come back up here with you. Let’s see what your mommy made for dinner.”

Sydney reluctantly walked out of the room. “Come on,” Dad called. “Are you okay?”

“Yep. Why?”

“You are really quiet. I don’t remember you ever this quiet.”

I rolled my eyes. “Dad, I grew up.”

“I saw you roll your eyes, young lady.” He chuckled. “Some things never change.”

Heading to the table, Julie had it set with plates, silverware, and even a candle decoration with greens all around it in the middle. When she came in carrying a bowl, I immediately asked, “You need any help?”

“No, thank you. You are our guest. I want you to sit and relax.”

“Savannah, sit here!” Sydney called from across the room, patting the chair next to hers. As I glided into the chair, I couldn’t help the feeling of surrealness I got. A happy family dinner, which I couldn’t even remember the last time I had.

Even when dad was home, dinners never seemed to be like this, all sitting at the table together and actually smiling, but the awkwardness was still there.

“Savannah, how are you?”

“I’m good, Dad.” I began eating the meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and corn that were put on my plate, suddenly not feeling like eating, but rather, forcing myself to.

“What do you do?”

“Huh?”

“Your job, Savannah. What do you do?” Dad’s voice sounded loving just like he always was with me.

There was no way that I would be telling him about my chosen career, even though a small part of me actually wanted to, wanted to prove I made something of myself. But I kept mum. “I’m between jobs right now.”

“What did you study in college?” Dad played absently with his fork.

Surprised, I asked, “You knew I went to college?”

Dad turned and stared at me. “Of course I knew, but I don’t know what you studied.”

“Journalism.” I beamed, my pride escaping me.

“So you write?” Dad asked.

“Yes,” I said quietly, hoping for this line of questioning to be done.

Dad kept pushing, “What do you write?”

“Depends on the job. What about you, Dad? What have you been up to these days?” I needed to change the subject and get onto a topic Dad would want to talk about.

“Well, Julie and I bought some laundromats here in town and out. We manage them,” Dad mused.

“You like that?”

Dad continued twirling his fork almost nervously. “I like being my own boss.”

“Savannah. Will you play Barbies after dinner?” Sydney chimed in.

Smiling over to Sydney, I said, “I can for a little bit, but then I have to go.”

“Okay.” Sydney beamed the most beautiful smile at me, and my heart melted for her a bit more.

Dad lovingly said, “Sydney, could you run upstairs for a bit and put on a movie.”

“Daddy. I wanna stay with Savannah,” Sydney whined.

“I know, but we need to talk for a bit, but then I’ll send her right up to you.” Dad’s eyes gave the ‘father glare’ as I liked to call it. I remembered it well and always listened when he did it to me.

“Okay.” Sydney left the table, stomping her little feet. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I remembered I did the same thing as a kid every time my parents made me mad.

“Savannah, we heard what happened at Roni’s. Someone attacked you?” I should have known that in this small town everyone talked. I was utterly grateful at the moment for Z, though. He came up with a perfect story for me.

“Yeah. It was freaky. I was just shopping with Sawyer and some guy came up behind me. But I’m good.” Good. Really, was I good? Not so much.

“Cops know who it was?” Dad asked, pushing back his chair from the table and crossing his arms across his chest.

Whenever dad did that, I always felt intimidated. I knew my voice was soft. “Nope. No idea.”

“Why would someone do that?” Julie asked.

“I don’t know.” Lie. I did know, I just couldn’t tell them.

“Do you want to stay here with us for a while?” Julie’s words stunned me, my fork stopping mid-bite.

“You’d let me stay here?” I asked, shocked.

“Of course,” she said without hesitation.

“Thank you. But I’m just fine.” Even though it was wonderful that they wanted me to stay with them, I couldn’t. It was too soon to be this close to my dad.

“Do you have a security system?” Dad asked.

“Yes. I even had them put in cameras today, and Deke’s staying with me,” I said, gaining a bit more confidence.

“Deke? … Sullivan?” His voice was full of surprise.

Looking at Dad, I couldn’t tell if he thought this was good or bad. “Yeah.”

“How did you meet up with that boy?” Dad pushed.

“Well, he’s not exactly a boy anymore. Before Mom and I left, I was seeing Deke. When I got back, we picked up where we left off,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest mimicking my father’s posture.

“He’s not good,” He ground out.

“What does that mean?” I felt my defenses fly up immediately.

“He got kicked off the police force. He almost killed a man.” Anger pulsated off him.

“A drug dealer … the one who gave his mom the drugs she killed herself with,” I defended.

“Still. That is such violence. I don’t want you around that,” he barked.

“Dad, you gave up a say so in my life a long time ago,” I snipped back.

“I’m gonna go into the kitchen and then go check on Sydney. Why don’t you two go into the study so you can talk?” Julie stood up to leave.

“That’s a good idea.” Dad got up and stared at me. “Can we please talk?”

I was already here, may as well get this out. “Sure.”

I followed Dad into a small room lined with bookshelves and floor-to-ceiling windows on one side. A large cross hanging on the wall caught my attention. It was adorned with large blue and green crystals and looked beautiful. With a large desk in the middle, a couch sat on the other side of it. Dad plopped down on one end of it. “Have a seat.”

Sitting down, my hands began to sweat. I knew I should be mad at him for leaving us, but I couldn’t help in that moment feel like a little girl who just wanted her daddy. I tried pulling my big girl panties on, but they were becoming harder to yank up.

“Savannah. I know you have questions. Ask. Please.”

I sat there dumbfounded. There were so many times that I wanted to say and ask everything under the sun, but in that moment, nothing would come from my mouth.

“It’s okay, Savannah. Maybe I should just talk.” I nodded, not wanting the anger to destroy everything before it started.

“You’re mom and I had problems. Lots of problems that I tried to shield you from. Your mom liked to drink. A Lot.” I gasped in shock. I had always thought Mom started drinking ‘cause Dad left. “I’m guessing you know she drinks and thought it was because I left.” I nodded at this. I was there and heard the fights even when they were behind closed doors.

Dad continued, “Sorry, but no. She started drinking while you were little, but she was a pretty functional drunk. She was able to attend everything you had and even have supper on the table, even if she didn’t eat with us.”

Recalling that time in my life was difficult. I tried blocking it out a long time ago. “I remember she always said she needed to go upstairs.”

“Yes, and drink.” Blowing out an exasperated breath, he continued, “Savannah, I know I did things wrong. I should have never gotten involved with Julie while I was still married, but it happened. The part I’m so sorry about is you.”

Looking up at Dad’s face, I could see the light sheen of tears threatening to release from his eyes. “Everything changed after you left.”

“I tried to get you away from her, but she wouldn’t listen to me.” Dad sniffed his nose, wiping it with the back of his hand.

“Why didn’t you just talk to me? I was in high school. It’s not like I was Sydney’s age or something.”

“That was another one of my mistakes. I’m so sorry.”

“I couldn’t believe you just left us. Left me.” Hurt poured through my words.

“I should have called, but I had already caused your mom so much hurt, I didn’t want to add to it.”

“But you forgot about me.” The tears I didn’t want to show were begging to make their appearance. I ducked my head to shield my face, not wanting him to see it.

“No, I never forgot about you. I went to every school function you had until your mom left with you.”

“I didn’t want to go with her.” Reliving that pain was too much to bear.

“I found out from Grams at the supermarket that Annabelle took you to California. I’m so sorry.”

“It was bad there, Dad. Really bad.”

“I tried calling, but your mom wouldn’t let me talk to you. I thought about coming to California and getting you, but I didn’t think it would go well. But you got through it. You even got an education.”

“I had to get lots of scholarships.”

“I’m sorry. If I’d have known, I would have helped.” Looking into Dad’s eyes, I believed him.

“Don’t be sorry. I earned them, just like I earned my degree. I am very proud of both of them.”

“As you should. I’m proud of you, too.” Relief washed over me, as I’d been waiting for those words from him for so long.

“Thanks … I was so mad at you.”

“You should have been. You still should be. I’m actually a bit surprised that you’re not yelling at me.”

“I thought I would be, too.” I chuckled. “I just can’t seem to do it.”

“You know I love you.”

I stared at my dad. It had been so long that I yearned to hear those words from him. I felt the tears splashing down to my hands, as they lay crossed in my lap. Dad’s large arms engulfed me, where I began to soak his shirt, letting the years of hurt out of my body.

I didn’t say the words back, I just couldn’t. I wasn’t ready to concede to it yet. As Dad released me, I instantly wanted to go back in his arms. For him to make everything better just like he did when I was a kid. Then I thought of what I actually did for a living. How would he feel knowing his daughter wrote smutty books? I hoped he’d be proud, but I couldn’t risk it.

“Savannah. You need to be careful out there. You are a beautiful woman, and if this guy out there is trying to get his hands on you, I need you to stay with someone all the time.” Dad’s concern touched me deeply.

“I know.”

“Then why did you drive here by yourself?” he accused.

“I needed to. Deke argued with me and followed me. He didn’t give me a choice.”

“I’m leery of Deke.”

“Please don’t. I care a lot about him. I won’t hear anything bad said about him.”

“Understood. Come on. That’s enough for one night. Let’s go have dessert.”

Dad led me down to the living room where Julie and Sydney were playing Barbies on the floor. “Savannah! I thought you left!”

“I tried to convince her that you were just talking to Dad, even showed her your car was still here, but she didn’t believe me.” Julie’s bright smile was contagious.

“Well, I’m here. Which one am I?” I asked, kneeling down beside her as she handed me this really cool Barbie with tattoos! Really, a Barbie with tattoos! I couldn’t help but feel excited about it.

As we played on the floor, Julie brought out strawberry shortcake for us all to eat. “I’m really sorry that Jake couldn’t be here. He really wanted to meet you.”

“Who’s Jake?” Over all the years, I had never heard that name before.

“My son. He’s about your age, but he said he didn’t feel well. I really wanted you two to meet.” Julie grinned. I sat there, shocked, not realizing dad left us going into another family. I had no clue she had a son.

“You looked shocked, Savannah,” Dad said.

“I kinda am. I didn’t know you had a son, Julie.”

Julie turned. “From my first marriage.”

“Were you married when you and Dad got together?” When the words left my mouth, I immediately wanted to take them back. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.” Turning my head, I focused on the Barbie in it.

“No. It’s okay. No. I wasn’t married when your father and I got together. I had been divorced for about five years before that,” Julie answered.

“I know it’s a lot for you to take in. I just want to be part of your life again.” My dad cut through the fog of the stirring thoughts racing through my head.

“I’d like that too, Dad.” I never thought I would … ever, but realizing now I wanted it more than ever. I wanted to be part of Sydney’s life.

“So, have you been sending out your writing to the papers around here?” Dad questioned.

Talk about change of subject. “No, but that’s a good idea.”

“Where are you looking then?”

Dad’s questions were getting harder to evade. “I’m just taking it easy right now. I have some money saved up from previous jobs in California so I’m fine.” I felt my heart rate pick up. I hated lying, but knew I had to keep my shit together. I tried breathing slowly to calm myself.

“You really need to be thinking about a job. Your savings will go fast.”

Little did Dad know, I had enough in savings to live off for years. “Don’t worry. I really should be going. Thank you so much for dinner and for having me over.”

Julie stood. “Savannah, you are welcome here anytime. You never have to call, just come. And if you want to stay here, you are more than welcome.”

“Thanks, Julie.”

“No! I don’t want you to go!” Sydney cried.

“I have to, but I tell you what. If Mommy and Daddy say it’s okay, maybe you and I could do something together sometime.”

“Sure. Here though. Just ‘til we figure out who this guy is.” Dad’s concern was admirable.

I couldn’t help but smile. “Of course.”

Leaving the house, I actually felt relieved. I could breathe again. Not that being with them was horrible, but I just had so many pent up feelings that I’d held in for so long, and feeling them in such a short amount of time took a lot out of me.

The night was quiet with the moon’s light shining down beautifully. The stars were bright as they lit up the sky.

Getting in the car, the hair on the back of my neck stood as if electricity was flowing through me. Looking around, I didn’t see anyone except Dad waving from the door, but felt this eerie sense like someone was watching me from the shadows. Shaking it off, I locked the doors, needing Deke and a drink. Before leaving, I texted Deke and told him I was on my way.

Cranking the radio, Miranda was singing about revenge and lost love. My thoughts drifted to Deke and how wonderful he’d been since that maniac tried to hurt me. His small touches, his kisses, and words had been everything I’d ever dreamed of. I’d wanted him for so long, I couldn’t believe it was actually happening.

While I loved Miranda, I couldn’t help but feel nothing of lost love … I was so in love with this man it physically hurt. It hurt that I wasn’t near him. I needed to be with him. A smile etched on my face just thinking of him and made my cheeks throb.

Bam … My head was thrown forward, hitting my forehead on the steering wheel as my jeep was slammed into from behind. With tears in my eyes from the hit, panic raced through me and made it difficult to breathe. Searching in the rearview mirror, two bright headlights were shining coming closer and closer.

Bam … Another slam of my car. Fear touched every part of my body as I gripped the steering wheel tight. I searched for somewhere to pull in with people. I needed to get away from whoever this was immediately and get help.

Searching, there was nothing but trees lining the road with a few dusty turn offs. Trying desperately to keep my panic in check, I reminded myself I needed to stay in as much control as I could muster.

Bam … The hard hit caused the car to begin to spin. Turning the wheel, I tried like hell to regain control of the car.

Bam … It felt as if I was rolling in the air as the wind whipped all around me. A loud crash … My head slammed against something hard, and the lights went out.

16

Deke

The walls of my office were beginning to close in on me. For hours, I’d sat here like some pussy whipped little boy waiting for Vann to call or text me. So far, nothing. She was supposed to call as soon as she left her dad’s, but that had yet to happen.

I’d texted her only twice, because I was such a patient person … yeah right. But nothing back. I’d half a mind to hightail my ass out of here and go to her dad’s and check on her.

It seems as though that was what it’d always been. Me chasing after Vann. In high school she was a total bookworm, keeping to herself and mostly hanging out with Kinsley and Sawyer. Not much there had changed. I felt the smile play on my lips at the memory.

Seeing Vann across the library, I couldn’t help but feel that pull toward her that’d happened for the past few years every time I set eyes on her. Not that either of us did anything about it. When we were small, our parents hung out quite a bit, but shit happened and those days were long gone now. I missed hanging out with her, even if our families were around.

It surprised me that she was actually really fun to talk to. We’d laughed, played around with Jaxson, and just had fun. It was so nice to let loose and be with her. Then the beginning of my freshman year, my folks began to have some issues. All I heard was a shitload of fighting, so I kept Jaxson away and took him pretty much everywhere with me.

Even though Jaxson was two years younger than me, I loved hanging out with him. He was totally mischievous and played way too many pranks, and being the loving brother that I was, I played them right back.

On the night Jaxson died, which would have been the end of my junior year, my parents were beyond consolable. Besides the yelling and hateful words that spewed out of their mouths to me, they didn’t talk to me, completely ignoring me ... which went on for weeks. But that night I needed someone. Images of Vann sitting at the picnic table listening to me rant about baseball and soccer popped into my head. Vann popped into my head.

I just knew she would listen to me, because at that moment, that was all I wanted. I needed someone to be there even if I didn’t know how or what my body was going through. I knew I needed to be with someone.

The sound of my cell going off with a call and a text pulled me from my memories. Thinking it was Vann I excitedly turned over the phone. Disappointment hit when Z’s name popped up on the caller ID.

“What’s up?”

“Get out to Koerner Road now!” Z yelled into the phone, totally out of breath like he’d just ran a marathon.

“What’s going on?” I clipped.

“Vann! Her car’s in the ditch. There’s lots of blood … and …” he trailed off.

“What?” I barked as I leaped out of the chair causing it to fall to the ground with a loud crash.

Z’s voice quivered. “She’s not here. She’s nowhere.”

“What the fuck do you mean?” I raced as fast as I could to my truck, pushing my way through the throngs of people.

“Like I said, she’s nowhere. There’s a trail of blood, and it just stops. Someone took her.” His voice was barely audible.

Dread coursed through my veins, turning them to ice, but I didn’t let it still me. I instantly went into cop mode. “Are there tracks?”

“Yeah. Truck tires that appeared to be covered in mud since they left us something to go on.” Z’s voice turned from melancholy to factual in a flash. It was the way I needed him if we were going to find Vann.

“Anyone see it?”

“Not that I’ve found yet.”

“Damn it. Who’s there on scene?” I would be going full cop mode as soon as my damn truck would get me there.

“Tebbin, Mason, and Fly right now. But more are on the way.”

Throwing my phone across the dash didn’t help the pain go away. If she would have just fucking listened to me and let me come with her to see her dad, but no. She had to be independent and stubborn as shit. But that was what I loved about her.

Yeah. I loved her. I always had; no one ever compared to her so I never tried. No reason to. When she left my life, she took my heart with her. And I’d be damned if this asshole was gonna hurt her now that I finally got her back.

Pulling onto Koerner Road, I couldn’t help but want answers, not unlike every other time I pulled up to an accident. In this case I was grateful for them because knowing it was Vann was tearing my shit up.

Three cars were parked in the middle of the street with their lights rapidly flashing. Pulling up, I instantly saw Vann’s jeep. I stopped dead in my tracks. Her jeep looked as if it was part of the demolition derby and didn’t fare so well. The top was smashed in. The side walls were busted in and one side looked to be completely ripped off. The back of it was smashed almost all the way to the front as if someone had hit her from the back end repeatedly.

If I had to guess, she got rear-ended and clipped causing her jeep to flip a few times before it landed in the ditch. My feet began to move, but at a much slower pace than I normally would, maybe the cop side wasn’t coming out as much as I thought. I needed to look inside the vehicle.

“Whoa. There.” Z tried to stop me, but I ignored him, and continued plowing through him like a linebacker. “Deke. Stop!”

“Fuck you!” I barked back almost making it there when Z stood before me with his arms crossed. “Move.” I pushed.

“Deke. Just be warned, there’s a lot of blood. We think he took her.”

I whirled around, getting right in his face, nose to nose. “What the fuck do you mean ‘think’?”

“Damn it, Deke. Calm down.”

Grabbing the front of his shirt, I growled, “I will not calm down.”

“Stop this shit. The other guys see you, they’ll arrest you first and ask questions later.” His eyebrow shot up. It didn’t even register that he was in uniform.

I let go of him, wanting so badly to push his ass down, but refrained. “I’m good.”

“Sure you are.” Z smoothed the front of his vest.

I quickly made my way to the jeep, looking for anything and everything I could come up with to help me find her. No cell phone, no purse. The car was a heaping pile of mangled metal and inside showed no signs of her putting up a fight. Making my way to the tire prints, they looked to be from a larger truck like mine as they were set pretty wide. But they could have also been some type of large SUV. I’d have to wait until forensics ran them through their system.

The woods. I headed off toward the woods; maybe she got away and was waiting there.

“Wait!” I didn’t stop when I heard Tebbin calling my name. I wasn’t in the mood for his shit right now. “Damn it, wait!” Tebbin’s boots pounded the ground beside me, but I didn’t stop. “Here.”

Looking at the light being handed to me, I quickly said, “Thanks,” and took off. After two hours of searching these woods, I came up with nothing. My feet and body felt numb. I knew I was moving, but barely felt my body go. I really didn’t think she was ever in the woods. Whoever got her took her somewhere far away from here.

“I’ve got Fly going back to the station to run a trace on her phone. If it’s still on, we may have a chance.”

Dread and fear came back tenfold as my stomach twisted in knots. If it wasn’t on … we had nothing to go on but a couple of tire tracks.

Vann

Voices—no—a voice. The muffled, masculine sound came from a distance as if someone was speaking through a door or wall. The voice was low and gravelly, but not in a sexy way and not one that I recognized. I tried focusing on the words being said, but the pain surging through my head was blinding.

Speaking of blinding, how come I couldn’t open my eyes? Opening them is challenging, but something dark was covering them with only a small slither of light coming through the bottom. I tried to move, but my arms and legs were restrained, maybe tied to the chair I was sitting on.

My head felt so heavy, as if it weighed a thousand pounds and my neck couldn’t hold it up, but I strained to keep it up. My head was so cloudy that nothing seemed to come into focus.

My head became too heavy, falling back to hit the back of the chair. Closing my eyes, I just needed to rest a bit.

* * *

Startled and shaking, my eyes flew open only to see blackness again. I pulled my arms and legs trying to move, but they wouldn’t budge. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Panic surge through my body, causing it to shake.

The memories of the accident flood my brain, and I immediately know who has me: Gary. I try my damnedest to calm my ass down. There was no way in hell I’d get out of here alive if I kept freaking out, but it was definitely easier said than done.

I listen, trying to hear anything. The only thing I made out was a small scratching as if something was scratching wood.

Moving my head back and forth, I tried desperately to shake off the fabric covering my eyes, but it didn’t work. The small light that was at the bottom was still there, and I focused my energy on it, trying to find out where the hell I was.

My slither of light didn’t reveal too much. I was indeed sitting on a chair, which I could feel. Raising my head to get a better feel for the room, a bed sat off to the right of me with messed up blankets as if it was just slept in.

On the other side of the bed were bookshelves. As I squinted the one eye that could see out of the slit, shock pulsated my body. My books. It looked like all seventeen of my books all lined up and displayed on book holders with the covers facing out, in order of when they were written.

My entire body began to shake, but I reeled it in quickly knowing that I was the only one who would get me out of this alive. I needed to think and quick.

In front of me was a door with my purse lying next to it and half the contents spread out on the floor. I needed to get to my cell. I saw the screen light up with Deke’s picture and name. Thank God I had it on vibrate. I never turned the ringer back on after dinner.

I began to move my body trying to get over to the phone, but being tied so tight was hindering my movements.

The rattling of the doorknob caught my attention. My one eye flew to the door, trying to get a look at who was walking through. In an instant, my heart stopped, and I couldn’t breathe.

“Well, well, well … what do we have here.” He smirks. “Well, since you can see me, I may as well give you a good look.”

The man stepped closer to me, and it took all my willpower not to flinch as he pulled the fabric off my eyes. Blinking rapidly, I needed my eyes to adjust quickly to the harshness of the light.

Staring at the man in front of me, I was certainly confused. The khaki shorts he wore showed off his narrow, pale legs. His light blue polo shirt was neatly tucked inside his shorts with a brown belt encasing his skinny waist.

As my eyes travelled up his face, his green eyes locked on mine, but there was a void of emotion there. A cold shiver ran down my spine, but I did my best to keep it hidden. This man was clean-shaven with a slither of a nose. His jet-black hair was styled intricately and swept to the side with some sort of gel.

This man reminded me of an All American good ol’ boy, except for the eyes. The eyes were freaking me the fuck out, not to mention all the swelling around them. I didn’t know what I expected, let’s face it, I never wanted to meet face to face with this man ever, but this was not what I pictured. And it hit me. I’d seen his picture before, at my dad’s. My pulse picked up fast.

“Hi there … Gab—” he stopped, and then continued, “I mean Savannah.” I began to try to move my body, not knowing what this man was going to do to me. “Oh, come on … you’re not getting out, so stop it.” His voice was totally calm, and as much as I wanted to freak out, I knew I needed to learn as much as I could. Grams always said ‘knowledge is power.’ I willed my body to listen and calm down.

“I’ve missed you.” His voice was trying to be seductive, but I just wanted to puke. “You gonna talk to me?”

I stared into those void green eyes wishing I had some kind of superpower to read his mind. But this was the real world and that wasn’t going to happen. I also wished for magical powers to get me the fuck out of here, but that wasn’t happening either. I needed to get him talking without pissing him off.

I continued to stare at him. He knelt down in front of me landing on his knees as he looked up at me. “Come on, Savannah. Don’t you want to know why you’re here?”

I slowly nodded.

“You know I do much better with words.” His voice was stern, and I wanted to calm him.

“Yes,” I said, my voice raspy as if I’d just woken up from a really long sleep.

“I’m glad to see you talking.” He reached up and placed his hand on my knee. I breathed slowly in and out, trying like hell not to flinch or move. I didn’t want to give him any more power than what he already had. He began to slowly stroke my kneecap.

“I’ve been waiting so long to have you all alone. I know you had to get rid of the toys I sent you, but don’t worry I bought new ones. I couldn’t believe the cops came to your house and just took them. I don’t get those guys. They’re just for pleasure.”

Confusion seeped in. I began trying to piece this crazy ass puzzle together. He continued, “I saw them carry the boxes out and you looked so scared. I’m so sorry they did that to you.”

His hand moved up to my face, cupping it gently as his thumb traced my jaw. “I’m fine,” I said, my voice very quiet. If this guy was feeling sympathy for me, I was gonna use it to my advantage.

“You are gonna be better than fine now. I’m gonna make you happy. I can’t wait to show you the place that I made for us. We will be so happy here.” His hand moved down and rested on my knee again. It took all the willpower I possessed not to try and knee him, but I didn’t think it would do anything but piss him off at this stage.

“You have my books.” My voice was barely audible.

“Of course I have your books, sweetheart.” The term of endearment spread fire throughout my veins. “I have every single one. I’ve even marked all the special spots for us to try.” The fire inside was instantly frozen at those words.

Needing to get him off the subject, I asked, “Why do you have me tied up?”

“I’m not stupid, Savannah. You have to learn to like it here. The sooner you learn and guarantee me that you’re not running off, the faster you will get out of the ropes.” His voice was eerily calm as if he did this type of thing every day. I knew better than try to reassure him now, because like he said, he seemed smarter than that. “Now, do you need anything?”

What a loaded question that was … yes, a gun to blow your fucking head off. I shook my head no.

“Great.” His hands started at my knees and began sweeping up my body. The repulsion I felt was only firing my anger at this man. I didn’t move as his hand came higher and higher. Thighs … hips ... stomach. Reaching my breasts, he cupped them, squeezing gently. Closing my eyes, I tried to block him out. “Open your eyes,” he demanded.

I opened them to see his flare back at me, this time filled with lust. His hands snaked up my neck and one rested behind my back. I knew it was coming before his lips landed on mine. As much as I didn’t want to kiss him, I knew it was the only way. In no way did I fully give into it. I only gave a little and when his tongue entered my mouth, I did not reciprocate.

Pulling away, he said, “That’s okay, Savannah. We’ll get there. The fact that you actually kissed me says you want this, too.” He smiled.

I wish my hand were free, one to slap this asshole … two to wipe my fucking mouth. His kiss was filled with spit making me gag. He definitely needed kissing lessons, and I was not going to be his teacher.

“I’m gonna go get you something to eat. You need to keep up your strength.” The words came out rushed as he was out of breath from the kiss.

Him leaving the room was good. “Okay.”

“I’ll be right back.” Getting up, he headed for the door. As he opened it, I peered through trying to see where I was, but only saw a wall. When he shut the door, I began pulling on the ropes, trying to loosen them, but got nowhere. Searching around the room, nothing was visible that could help me, and the blinds were shut on the windows, so that was of no help either.

Before I knew it, the rattling of the door handle came as he walked in the room carrying a small tray. “I’m gonna feed you.” He knelt down in front of me and held up a grape.

“No, thank you.” I didn’t want to eat anything. My stomach was in knots, and I was afraid I’d puke all over the place.

“Come on. You are going to eat.” The stern voice he used earlier came back in full force. Knowing I didn’t have much of a choice, I slowly opened my mouth as he fed me the grape. I slowly chewed and swallowed.

This followed some cheese, crackers, grapes, and strawberries. “Good job, Savannah. Now you’ll have your strength.” He rose to his feet, taking the tray with him. “I’ll be right back,” he said, closing the door behind him.

Trying to come up with some kind of plan, my head began to feel foggy making it difficult to hold up. My eyes began to close on their own, even though I was forcing them to stay open. Then … blackness.

17

Deke

I couldn’t go to the station and find out what Fly was coming up with. So I chose to head to Sully’s, not that it would help, but being holed up in my office was better than searching woods that showed nothing. I knew she wasn’t there.

It’d been hours. Hours this asshole had had with her, and there was nothing I could do about it. Nothing. I couldn’t escape the loud growl that came from my body as I stood up, throwing the chair behind my desk.

“Fuck,” Ace murmured by the door.

“What?” I barked, panting from my anger.

“You just want me to handle shit tonight?”

“Yes. Don’t bother me. Even if the damn place is burning to the ground.” I stared at him in challenge.

“You got it, boss.”

I didn’t blame him for his quick exit. I am not one to be around right now. Being helpless, I’d learned, was not an emotion that I handled well at all. If anything happened to Vann, I swore to God I would kill that fucker with my bare hands.

My phone ringing had me whipping back to my desk to see a call from Z. “What’d ya got?”

“We got a trace. It’s faint like the phone is losing juice so we gotta go quick.”

“Where?” I already had my keys, heading to the truck.

“It’s off of rural US-50 … called Schlink Road. There’s only two houses on that road, and we have it pinned to the second.”

“I’m out.” Rushing to the truck, phone to my ear, I fired it up, peeling out as fast as I could, grabbing my GPS and plugging in the vague address.

“Deke?”

“What?” I’d forgotten to hang up on Z.

“All the guys are heading out there. We’re parking out and walking. I told them all you will be there and are one of us. Put your vest on.”

Touched he actually did this, I said, “Thanks. Will do.” Hanging up the phone, I followed the crazy lady on the GPS’s instructions to a tee, coming up on Schlink Road. The entire area was black as I expected, being out in the middle of nowhere.

As I drove down the winding road, I took in everything trying to make sure I knew the area a bit. I hated going into a situation blind, but that wasn’t going to stop me here.

Several cop cars, including Z’s, lined the road. I pulled behind his and grabbed my Georgia State Police vest and gun.

Walking slowly, I nodded to the cops I saw on the way. If they didn’t know for sure that I was on the team, they sure did now. Whatever.

Following the path of the road, in the distance was a small house with lights flashing on in several of the rooms. Two cars were parked in the driveway causing the cop in me to believe there were two of them.

Hearing a loud scream come from the house, I began sprinting as fast I could to the door.

Vann

Oh.My.God. I attempted to open my eyes, but my head felt groggy, and I realized he’d drugged me. Instantly, I realized why as I assessed the situation. My eyes were focused on the ceiling, and my entire body was spread eagle lying on the bed. Trying to move my arms and legs, I came to the realization quick that they were tied up tight.

Looking down my body, all of my clothes, except for my bra, were off me. “Glad you woke up. We’re gonna get to the fun part,” his nasally voice said.

I turned my head to the right to see him standing there with only his khaki shorts on. His nose covered in a bandage. In his hand was a long purple dildo, and I immediately knew what he had planned. I should, I wrote it.

“Remember the scene from Stripped ‘n’ Teased, where Sarah was strapped just like this while Dustin pleasured her?” I nodded as my body trembled with fear. “We’re gonna play, just like they did.”

“No. I don’t want this.”

“Yes you do. Don’t lie to me. I hate liars,” he growled.

“I really don’t want to do this. When I write, it’s whatever pops in my head, it doesn’t mean that I actually want to do those things,” I pleaded.

“You write them because they’re what you want … and I’m gonna give them to you.” His eyes connected with mine, sending another slithering shrill down my spine.

“Please,” I begged.

“The only please I will accept are the pleas for more … and you will be begging for more.” He smirked.

“No!” I screamed as loud as I possibly could, not knowing if anyone would be able to hear me, but I had to try. He quickly covered my mouth.

“Savannah, we are out in the middle of nowhere. If you want to scream, go ahead, but no one will hear you, and you’ll just hurt my ears and piss me off.”

He slowly released his hand, and while I knew I couldn’t believe anything he said to me, I somehow believed that he was telling me the truth so I refrained from screaming. He slowly moved down to the end of the bed as he stood at my feet.

I braced myself for what was about to happen. If he raped me, I’d still be alive, and I could still get out. Not saying the thought didn’t scare the shit out of me, but it was better than thinking the other way.

He began to stroke my feet with his hands creeping up my body. I felt nothing but repulsion as his smooth hands snaked up my body. His mouth began giving me wet kisses on my inner thigh. I clenched my pussy as tightly as I could, thinking in my mind that I could just shut it and make this asshole stop.

It was the only control that I had. I turned my head to the side and began praying that Deke would find me and get me out of here.

As his mouth connected with my pussy, I jumped. “Please don’t.”

Ignoring me completely, he began to lick and nip, but it did nothing for me. All of his painstaking ministrations were useless on me. As his finger slipped inside, he began working me in earnest. My body was horribly dry, making his fingers a very painful reminder of its location, his nails actually scratching the inside of my walls. “You taste wonderful. I’ve waited so long to taste you, Savannah,” he murmured in my leg.

His fingers pulled out, and I heard the distinctive buzzing sound of the dildo I saw in his hand earlier. “Now, I’m gonna make you come with this. Don’t fight it. You know you want to.”

With my head turned, he didn’t see the lone tear that fell from my eye hitting the pillow below my face. I love you, Deke.

The dildo began moving in and out of my pussy. He stuck it so far in it hit my insides hard, causing me to flinch. Taking it out, he rubbed it over my clit, and then put it back inside … over and over again. My body was having none of this. It was in the same mindset as me, we didn’t want this. I hated to admit, though, if he kept moving the dildo over my clit, I was afraid my body would change its mind.

“Damnit Savannah! Come!” he growled at me, seriously angry.

I knew there was no way to come. I didn’t want to, and so far, my body was cooperating. He pulled the dildo out of me. “Savannah!” he yelled. I moved my face to look at his.

“You will enjoy this. You will come when I tell you to. Do you hear me?” I lay there motionless, knowing I’d never give him the right answer.

Being so out of it, I didn’t see his hand rise, but felt the fire burn through my cheek along with a few stars from the blow he just projected on my face. Turning my head to the side, I refused to let another tear fall; I held it in with everything I had.

“You know you brought that slap on yourself. You’re supposed to enjoy this. That asshole you’re dating won’t give you what I can, but no worries you’ll never see him again,” he barked as he climbed to the end of the bed.

“Jake!” a very familiar baritone voice bellowed from behind the door, but seemed pretty far away.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

I didn’t think twice. I screamed … and screamed … and screamed. He ran around to my head, trying to cover my mouth, but I kept thrashing my head back and forth, making it difficult on him as I screamed my heart out.

“Shut the fuck up! Now!” His angry words did not stop me. I saw this as my only chance and kept my screams coming out.

The door burst open, and who I saw standing at the door made me stop. “Dad?” I questioned, but immediately swung into action. “Dad, get me out of here now.”

Dad’s face looked confused. “Savannah?” He stared at my naked body in utter shock. “Jake, what’s going on here?”

“What does it look like? I’m taking care of your little problem.” He moved to the end of the bed, getting closer to the door. Confusion seeped into me, his problem?

“Dad! Get me out of here!” I yelled again.

“Savannah, shut up! Whose idea do you think this was?” Jake crossed his arms over his puny chest and stared at Dad.

“This was not what I wanted. I asked you to scare her a bit so she stopped writing that smut. I didn’t ask you to lay her out naked.” Hearing my dad’s voice, the anger inside of me made my body shake. I felt as if I was having an out of body experience, because what he just said was so fucked up on so many levels I didn’t know where to start.

“You said that she needed to find God again. You said that she was writing all about sex because she had too many fantasies. You said that she needed a strong man to help her out in the bedroom so she didn’t have to write anymore, that her fantasies would be reality. You said this is what she needed.” Jakes voice was very accusatory.

“I didn’t mean this Jake. This is too far,” Dad said.

I was totally speechless. Seriously, all this started with my dad.

“Well, this is what it is. You need to leave now.” Jake’s pinned stare on my dad didn’t cause him to back away.

“I will not leave my daughter like this. Let her go now.” Dad took a step closer to Jake. Before I had time to blink, Jake hit Dad on the side of the head, causing blood to fly everywhere as he fell with a thunk on the floor.

“Dad!” I screamed. Jake began to kick Dad several times in the chest as he lay there.

“You started this old man! You wanted her away from writing! You wanted her with a man!” Each sentence was punctuated with a kick.

“Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!” I yelled, trying to get Jake’s attention. By the fourth one, he finally looked at me. Fury laced in his eyes. He turned back and punched him hard in the head, causing Dad’s body to go limp. I screamed as loud as I could.

Jake came around the bed slapping me hard across the same cheek he did earlier. The taste of metallic iron surged in my mouth, as I turned my head to stare at my Dad’s lifeless body. I didn’t know what to think, just that now more than ever … I had to get out of here.

“Jake, I’m sorry. I won’t scream anymore. I thought my dad loved me.” This was first angle that came to mind. The sad thing was … I didn’t need to act. All those hopes of him loving me were squashed and it killed.

Jake was seething. “Your dad loves you enough to send you a real man to take care of your sexual needs so you don’t write them for the world to see. But … he stepped too far and got way too into my business. I know my mom loves him, but she can’t know this is how it went down.”

“What went down?” I whispered.

“How we fell in love. He’ll never forgive me, so I’ll take him out … Mom will be sad and Sydney will deal. I mean, hell, I did fine without a father around, right?” He smiled, my stomach rolled. “Problem solved.”

Jake walked over to Dad and panic flooded me. I hadn’t quite worked out all the shit that had blown up here in the past few minutes, but I knew I didn’t want him dead. I couldn’t do that to Sydney, knowing firsthand what it meant to grow up without a father.

“Jake, wait.” He stopped and turned to me. I tried to give him a small smile.

“Yeah.”

“Come here.” I bit my lip trying to be as seductive as I could even when my body was screaming … ‘don’t do this.’ Jake came to the side of the bed and stared down at me; I was truly at this man’s mercy. “Kiss me,” I whispered.

Jakes smile was revolting, but I kept mine plastered on my face. When his lips met mine, I kissed him full out. I gave it all to him, lips, tongue … everything. When he pulled away, he stared down at me. “What was that for?” he asked.

“I’m seeing that maybe Dad was right. I do need a real man,” I said sweetly.

“Stop playing games with me, Savannah,” he growled.

“Kiss me again and see if it’s a game.” I stared into his angry eyes as his lips came crushing down on me hard. I gave everything I had to the kiss, hoping like hell that I could pull this off.

As he pulled away this time, I saw a flash across his eyes, but still unsure what it was. “I love you,” he said, staring into my eyes. I knew I couldn’t say the words, it was too much, and so I gave him an award-winning smile, which he returned.

“Let me touch you,” I whispered. “I want to make love to you, but I can’t do it like this.” I pulled on the ropes to punctuate my words. Jake stared at me as if he was thinking whether he should or shouldn’t.

“I’ll undo your arms only, but if you scratch, you’re getting tied up again.”

“I won’t. I promise. I want to make love to you. Can you please do my legs, too? I want to wrap them around your body.” The sweetness in my voice made me want to gag.

“One. Only one.” I could deal with that.

“Okay. Thank you.” I bit my bottom lip and made myself begin to start breathing a little heavier as though I was waiting for him. As he tentatively climbed up my body, he untied my left hand and then my right.

I rubbed my wrists to get the circulation flowing again. I used caution, as they were raw and tender from the rope he used. As he untied my leg, I whirled it up and down trying to get the blood to flow there as well. He did exactly as he said and kept the other tied, but after watching how easily he unwrapped the ropes, I thought I might have a shot.

“Better?” he asked.

“Much. Thank you.” I kept smiling sweetly.

As his body blanketed me, his mouth met with mine again as I began to kiss him again. I tentatively wrapped my arms around him beginning to caress his back, feeling his skin form goose bumps. He began kissing down my body. I laced my fingers through this hair, massaging his head as I frantically searched around the room for something to help me.

The lone lamp on the side table would help if I could get a good grip on it. The alarm clock may work better; it was much smaller, though, and wouldn’t pack as good of a punch. Jake’s lips continued to kiss every part of my body. I added a few moans and groans along the way, which had him speeding up his efforts. My body was on full alert.

One thing came to mind, but I needed to act with caution. I tugged gently on his hair as his eyes flew up to mine filled with lust. Smiling, I asked, “Can I have my turn?”

“What?” His eyebrows pulled together as if he was confused.

“I want to kiss you. Will you let me?” I smiled with venom.

“Absolutely.”

“I know you won’t untie my leg, but you could loosen it so I can climb on top of you?” His stare told me he thought I was playing him again. “Please. I will make it totally worth your while. I want to wrap my lips around that cock of yours. Please,” I said breathlessly, well I was shooting for breathless, I’m not sure how it came out.

He nodded, climbing down to the foot of the bed. He didn’t take the knot wrapped around my ankle off; he simply gave me more length so there was slack for me to move. Perfect.

“Thank you,” I said shyly. “This is one of my fantasies ya know. To be tied up, but the guy still allows me to pleasure him. Can I get up? Because I want you to lie down.”

Jake’s eyes bore into mine for what seemed like an hour. He held out his hand, and I took it, pulling myself up off the bed. As he lay down on the bed, I kneeled down at the end. This was my chance.

I rubbed my hands slowly up his legs feeling his coarse hair in every move. I held the bile that was threatening to escape. Reaching his shorts, I undid the snap and zipper pulling down slowly. “Careful with that,” he groaned as I began to massage his dick through his pants, feeling it was already hard.

I smiled up at him “Always.” I pulled down his pants and underwear, throwing them to the side of the bed. Looking at his dick, I was repulsed. Not only was it small and puny, it was hairy and looked as if this clean cut guy did not give two shits what his dick looked like.

Normally, I wouldn’t care about it, as Deke’s not manscaped, but with Jake … everything was yuck.

I massaged his balls with one hand and used the other to jack up and down slowly. His head flew back into the pillows as he shut his eyes. I took that as my only opportunity.

Without contemplating it, I wrapped my entire hand around his balls while the other was already wrapped around his dick. Using every bit of strength I had, I pulled hard and twisted as if I wanted those damn things to come off in my hand.

Jake’s eyes flew open in surprise as he started yelling every cuss word in the book, “You fucking bitch!” He tried to pull away from me, but my grip was pretty good. I gave one last hard pull and listened to him yell again. “Fuck!”

I released him and scrambled off the bed as he lunged pretty slowly at me. Using my leg with the rope, I wrapped it quickly around his neck pulling as tightly as I could. His hands left his groin and began pulling at the rope, but I had a really tight grip on it.

Reaching down, I untied my other leg, then tied the rope to the bedframe as securely as I could. His face began to turn purple, but I didn’t stop. I began screaming as loud as I could. Running over to Dad, his chest was rising and falling. I needed to get him help.

Pulling open the door, I looked around to find a way out. Running down the hallway, I turned to run into something hard. “Get off me!” I yelled, hitting, punching, and kicking as hard as I could as large arms wrapped around me.

“Shh … baby. It’s okay.” Deke’s deep voice had my body stopping in an instant. Whipping my head up, I saw it was really him. I could not control the sobs that escaped me as I fell limp into his arms.

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Deke

I picked up Vann’s mostly naked body, wrapping my arms under her knees and held her close. “Baby, where is he?” I didn’t want to rattle her any more than she already was. Her shaking body told me she couldn’t handle much more, but damn I was so proud. My girl’s strong as shit.

“I-In there, with my dad,” she stumbled between sobs. Z was right on my tail and went into the room, guns a’blazing. I wanted so badly to beat the hell out of whoever was behind that fucking door, but Vann needed me more.

“Clear!” I heard Z yell, which made me relax. Whoever was in there was subdued.

“Your dad?” I asked, walking into the living room, trying to find something to cover her naked body with. Finding a throw blanket on the back of the couch, I sat in the chair wrapping the blanket around her.

“Deke ... Gary is Jake, my dad’s stepson … my stepbrother.” The entire scene she had just went through came pouring out of her as she talked into my chest, and I didn’t know how to feel about her father, but I sure as fuck wanted to kill this Jake dude.

“It’s okay, baby.” I rubbed her head slowly as a shit ton of police came in and out of the house. The paramedics came in with a gurney.

“Is Dad okay?” she asked, hearing the commotion. She tried to get up and see better, but I pulled her tight to me. None of these assholes I work with were gonna see her naked.

“I don’t know yet. Z hasn’t come out,” I answered, using the most soothing voice I could muster when fury was ripping through me.

As if on cue, Z came strolling out of the hallway toward us. “Is Dad okay?” Vann asked as she sat up, flashing Z her bra. She immediately wrapped the blanket around her to cover.

“They’re gonna take him in for tests, but he seems to be okay. The other one …” His voice trailed off. “Remind me never to get in a fight with you.” He smiled, which I was not in the mood for.

“Z what the fuck is going on?” I barked.

“Your girl here kicked his ass.” He smiled, shaking his head. “He’s alive … barely. The paramedics will be bringing him out first because you did such a bang up job on him.”

“What?” I asked. Vann left this part of the story out.

“Let’s just say if the dude wants to have sex, it’s gonna be really hard when his balls are detached and his dick is bleeding. Not to mention all the air he lost when your girl wrapped a rope around his throat and tied it to the bed.”

I squeezed Vann. Strong and brave. Damn.

Z continued, “I’ve gotta hear the whole story start to finish and get a statement together, but first I’ve got meds coming in to look at you. Are you okay?”

“I think,” Vann whispered.

“Do you hurt anywhere?” Z’s voice was laced with concern.

“My wrists and ankles are sore.” Vann held out her arm. Her wrists were rubbed raw with spots of blood coming through the skin, her ankles the same way.

My blood was boiling. “I’m going in there with him before they take him away,” I ordered.

Z shook his head. “No. You’re not. You’re gonna stay with your girl while she tells me her story, but we are gonna go find a different room than this one since they’re bringing them this way.”

I growled. “After what this fucker did to Vann, he deserves to die.”

Vann curled back into my arms; she clung to my shirt pulling me closer to her. I knew Z was right, but I just didn’t like it.

Vann

2 Weeks Later ...

These last two weeks had been hell. I’d had to relentlessly talk to the cops and answer all of their questions … repeating the same answers over and over again.

Jake was currently being held without bail at the county jail awaiting trial. He, of course, survived. It seems that all the bad ones usually do. Cops say I’d have to testify against him and my father.

My father … he made bail. He was currently at home with Julie and Sydney. I knew that Z and Deke were keeping a really close eye on him by doing drive-bys. He’d made no attempts to contact me nor I to him.

Grams had been by my side and having her around had been wonderful. I felt stronger every time I was in her presence. Even though she told me that I was the strong one, I didn’t quite feel that way.

Sawyer, Kinsley, and Z had been hounding me nonstop. I loved them, don’t get me wrong, but checking on me every five minutes when Deke wasn’t around, was driving me a bit nuts. I knew they were worried, but it wasn’t like I was gonna kill myself or something. Was this shit bad? Hell yeah. But that didn’t mean I was gonna end it.

I had too much to live for.

This brought me to Deke, who had been treating me like a damn porcelain doll, as if I was gonna break any moment and collapse into a big pile of shit. He hadn’t made love to me once since it happened. I didn’t want to think this … but I didn’t think he wanted to touch me. I was dirty. I’d let another man touch me when I was his. I’d even touched another guy’s dick and I know he was repulsed.

I hadn’t gotten much more than a passionate kiss from him since he found me. And a man like Deke must’ve been getting it somewhere ‘cause he wasn’t gonna hold off. That thought made my stomach roll. If he’d been with someone else, while he lay in my bed every night, it would send me over the edge.

“Vann?” Deke’s voice cut through my wayward thoughts.

“Yeah,” I said, laying on my bed flipping through the channels on the television.

“You wanna do something tonight?” he asked.

“Like?”

“Go out. Have fun. It’s been a while.”

I glared up at him. “It’s been two weeks. A lot of things have happened in that time.” I couldn’t help the snippiness in my tone, but damn it, if he didn’t want me, he could go find one of his whores and I’d learn to deal.

“What’s that mean?” he asked, crossing the room.

“It means you haven’t touched me since it happened, and we both know you can’t go that long without getting off,” I snarled.

“You think I’ve been fucking around on you?” The shock in his voice was very evident.

“Well, you’re not fucking me, so who’s it been?” I asked, not looking at him but staring at the flashing channels on the TV.

Deke grabbed the remote out of my hand, throwing it to the floor. As it skidded across the room, he asked, “You wanna know who’ve I’ve been fucking?” He lay on top of me. No, I didn’t want to know. The thought of it make my stomach lurch.

“I’ve been fucking my hand.” My eyes widened. “Yeah. You heard me. My hand. Jacking off in the shower. Why, you ask?” His face came so close we were now nose to nose. He continued, “Because that fucker hurt you and …” He paused. “… I don’t know what to do.”

“You forgot?” I asked, smirking.

“No, smart ass, I don’t want to hurt you. I’m so fucking pissed at myself because I wasn’t with you when you left your dad’s. I’m pissed at what he did to you. I’m pissed at what you had to do to get away.” My entire body stiffened.

“You’re mad I touched him,” I whispered, trying to turn my head away from him. His hand reached up and cupped my jaw, holding me to meet his stare.

“I’m mad you had to touch him. I know you didn’t want to, Vann. It didn’t give you pleasure. You did if for survival. I’m mad that the whole situation happened.”

“I’m sorry.” My voice was quiet. I knew this might happen. I knew that if he really knew the lengths I went through to get away, he might not be able to get over it.

“No. Don’t you dare apologize. You went through shit. It wasn’t your fault. I … just don’t know how to do this.” His eyes closed for a brief moment then I was staring back into those baby blues.

“Here, let me help you.” I reached up, pulling his head down to mine as I kissed him slowly, sweeping my tongue throughout his mouth. I ran my fingers through his soft hair and felt content … happy. I began to get more aggressive with my kissing, wrapping my arms around him and trying my damnedest to roll him over.

He gave in and flipped us, letting me straddle him. Pulling his shirt off, I traced his beautiful, hard pectoral muscles and rubbed his nipples with my fingertips. Leaning down, I began to kiss down his body, making a special stop at the key around his neck to give it a small kiss as I looked up into his eyes.

Sitting up, I ripped off my shirt and bra, not wanting to waste time. Deke’s hands found my breasts and began kneading them slowly and tweaking them.

Moving my hands down, I removed his pants, noticing he wore no underwear. I shimmied out of my shorts and climbed on top of him. His dick was already hard, but I needed it in my mouth.

I licked the along the bottom and captured my lips around him, sucking hard, whirling my tongue around the tip. When Deke moaned, I smiled; knowing I could do this to him was the biggest turn on.

Not wanting to wait another moment, I straddled his hips and sunk him deep inside of me in one motion. I momentarily stopped moving, enjoying the connection between us.

Our eyes locked. “I love you, Deke.”

“Love you, so much,” he grunted as I began to move. Using my hands on his chest for leverage, I rode him hard and fast until I exploded with Deke not far behind me.

Falling down to his body, I laid my ear on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat begin to calm.

“Deke?”

“Yeah, babe?” His breathing almost back to normal, his hand traced up and down my back.

“I want this forever. Want you forever,” I whispered.

“Me too … me too.” His arms wrapped around me, and he squeezed me tightly.

The End

Content

Wanting You
Forever Mine - 1
by
Ryan Michele

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