“If you want pussy, I’m sure she'd give it to you.”

I’ve always gotten along with Dean. My best friend for so many years, but right in this moment, his words piss me off. In a flash, I slam him against the wall.

“Don’t ever speak about her that way again,” I spit out.

“Fuck, I get it,” he barks out.

His eyes land on Rhiannon as she enters the study, and I release him to grab her

hand. “Let’s go.”

I don’t give a fuck what he thinks anymore. I don’t care what anyone thinks anymore.

“Where are we going?” Rhiannon asks, once we’re out of the room.

“Anywhere. And stop questioning me already.” I keep walking with purpose down the hall, past the guards, and into the garage. “Get in,” I say, pointing to a black Mercedes sedan.

Her eyes doubt me for a moment before she slides into the passenger side.

I get in, open the garage with the remote, and start the car. “Let’s get the fuck away for a day.”

She sits back, doesn’t say a word, but has a small barely there smile on her face.

And I’d be a fucking liar if I didn’t say it warmed me up from the inside out seeing it.

* * *

I pull into a field far away from the house and keep the engine running as I turn in my seat to face her. “Pressure, you know?”

She keeps quiet, watching me with her thick lashed brown eyes. I’ve always loved her eyes, but how they stare at me right now is a million times better.

“Let’s pretend for one day none of this is happening.” Her voice is soft like her. “Just me and you.”

“I like the sound of that.” Anything to not deal with the bullshit going on around us.

“I just want to know you like I used to.” She shifts in her seat to face me.

“What do you want to know?”

“Everything.”

“Is this like the part in a book where we tell each other our hopes and fears?”

She laughs and it floats through the air, seeps in my skin, and pushes my heart into a crazy rhythm. “Does that mean you have some? I didn’t think you feared anything.”

I run a hand over the steering wheel as I laugh a little. “I only have one fear.”

“What’s that?”

“Never getting to do this again.” And then I crash my lips to hers.

My fingers sweep into her long hair, pulling her head back to claim more of her luscious mouth. She opens for me and our tongues meet together as if they've never been apart.

She moans and whimpers and it urges me on. Urges me on in the most primal way. I don’t stop. I take everything I can.

My dick hardens beneath my pants. The urge to push inside her takes over, and my hands wander her body.

First, her neck, where her pulse beats as fast as mine.

Then, lower, to the swell of her breasts.

Fuck, her tits are such a turn on.

“I don’t plan on stopping,” I whisper against the shell of her ear.

“I don’t want you to.”

“Good.” I kiss the column of her throat, the skin below her ear, and graze my tongue along her jaw, needing more of her.

She tastes so good.

My hand drifts further down, thumbing her pebbled nipple through the thin material of her shirt.

She throws her head back and moans.

My girl likes having her nipples played with, so I give her what she wants.

And yes, she is my girl. For now, anyways. Right now, she's mine.

I push the future away as I continue kneading her tits with my hands. Just watching her mouth—her pink, soft lips—as she coos out her pleasure makes my mind go wild with images. Images of us together; kissing, touching, screwing.

The images are so real as I capture her lips with mine again, sucking, lapping, and needing her to the point of no return. So fucking real.

The sun beats on the windshield as if he wants a piece of her too. His heat pours in begging for one bite of her skin. But I won’t ever allow it. I can only imagine what sex with her is going to be like. Would be like, I mean.

And just like that, I’m letting my mind get carried away with things I can never have. This was already too far.

I pull away from her mouth, breaking the kiss.

Her hungry eyes meet mine, her kiss-stung lips parted waiting for more, her breathy moan letting me know she was nowhere near finished yet.

Life is funny. We both want each other. It’s obvious. But, the ramifications of giving in to that one tiny moment in time is bigger than either of us could ever really handle.

There won't be a happy ending here.

It's not easy to pull away from her, but I do. Desire dilates her eyes to a bone-chilling shade of black. She slays me with her unspoken words.

I don’t know what to say either. So I say nothing.

Instead, I throw the car in gear, and drive out of the field.

The sun mocks me from high in the sky, casting shadows of my past along the ride. She wants to know everything, well, I’ll show her.