Page 8 of I Just Want to be Yours

“They’re not,” she says again with more conviction.

My eyes search hers, the reflection of the lights dancing in the warm mahogany.

Taking my hand, she gives my fingers a light squeeze. “You can have more than one dream, you know.”

Her words make me pause.

“Jackson,” she says with a laugh. “You can want more than one thing.”

God, I love her laugh. Reaching for her, my thumb brushes against her cheek. “What if I can’t have the two things I want at the same time?”

She smiles, leaning into my touch, but there’s a hint of reservation behind her eyes now. “Well,” she says slowly, like she’s choosing her words carefully. “Then you take turns.”

My lips lift, but I can’t shake it. I can’t shake the feeling she’s somehow getting the short end of the stick in all this, and I’m the one handing it to her. I want to tell her I’m sorry. I want to tell her how much she means to me. I want to tell her the thought of leaving her again has me dreading doing what I’ve always wanted.

But instead of saying any of those things, I say, “You’re so beautiful,” my voice barely a whisper as my thumb brushes over the freckles scattered across her cheek.

Her eyes widen, and I wonder if I’ve never said that to her? I think it every day. Hell, I think it every time she walks into a room. I must have told her, but by the way she’s looking at me,I know I haven’t. That will be another thing for me to beat myself up over.

She climbs into my lap to straddle me, and I suck in a breath as I push the seat back. God, she feels good. Later. I’ll beat myself up for it later. Before she can say another word, my hands are on her ass and my mouth is on hers.

“Margot,” I groan, pulling her flush against me. I’m already hard, and after how much she’s been teasing me all day, I don’t have much more restraint. My tongue slips into her mouth gently, trying to make it last. And trying not to get my cock more excited than it should be. But she melts into me, and those damn hips are hellbent on making sure I feel just enough friction to make me snap.

My kiss turns hungry—starving—and I swallow her moans like they’re the air I need to breathe. My mouth moves to her neck, to her collarbone, to her perfect breasts peeking out from the top of her shirt. Her head falls back, her eyes closing, as I worship every exposed part of her. One hand tightly grips the soft skin of her waist while I pull down her bra and take her nipple into my mouth. She gasps, her eyes flying open to look at me, and the heat behind that look is enough to make me groan. Her cheeks were already pink from the sun, but this blush creeps down her neck. Her lips part, and her eyes grow heavy with lust and surprise like she didn’t think I’d be this wound up after eight hours of the game she played.

“Take your pants off, Red,” I grit, before sucking another long pull on her exposed nipple. Her back arches, but her fingers are already unbuttoning the front of her shorts as fast as she can. While she works them down and tosses them to the other side of the car, I manage to unbutton my jeans and lower them enough to free myself from my briefs.

She doesn’t waste time, hurrying to position herself over me. As soon as she lines me up to her entrance, I can feel how wet she is already.

She curses under her breath while she takes me in, and I let my head fall back against the headrest as I watch her. She moves slowly, every additional inch met with her warm, tight walls clenching around my cock. My fists tense as I fight the urge to slam into her, but there’s something about letting her be in control that turns me on.

When she finally takes in all of me, I swear my eyes roll back in my head. We’re both breathing hard, and when she lifts herself all the way just to lower herself again, I thrust up into her. She cries out, her grip on the back of my neck tightening.

But as much asIneed this, she does, too.

I know by the way she bites my shoulder when I start to move.

I know by the way she knots her fingers in my hair and devours my neck.

And I know by the way she says my name like a prayer when she wants me to make her come.

6

margot

Rae dipsher honey chipotle chicken tenders into the tiny cup of ranch before taking a bite. I can’t believe it’s already the middle of the week. The festival feels like it was just yesterday, and the way time is passing weighs my stomach with dread. It serves as a reminder that Jackson will be back on the road before I know it, and I’m not ready to say goodbye.

“Summer term sucks, but I’ve been loving these lunch dates,” she says as she picks up a fry and pops it into her mouth.

I dip a chip into our shared queso. “Almost done at least.”

She nods. “I can’t believe summer is almost over.” Her eyes jump up to meet mine. “How are you feeling about everything?”

“Fine,” I lie. It’s easier to lie than admit I’m scared. “We did it before when he was opening for Sidecar. I’m sure it will be okay.”

The second part is less of a lie. I do know we’ll be able to do it again, but this time, I really don’t want to. I want to keep waking up to him, with his hair a mess and his arms wrapped around me as he buries his face in my neck. I want to get homefrom work and see him sitting on my couch with Matt. I want to keep having him be a part of my daily life.

“If anyone can do it, it’s you two.” She goes to take another bite but pauses. “I mean, you know he loves you. That much is obvious.”

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