Page 118 of Forbidden You

“I’m sorry, better than Disney World? How is that even possible? Oh, wait! I know! You’re going to make love to me under the stars on top of your Charger.” She flutters her lashes.

There’s another fucking thought, Jesus.

The image makes me blink ten times too many while my dick twitches. “What?”

“No? Never mind.”

“Where the fuck did you get that idea?”

“Rae.”

“Rae?” I parrot, incredulous, though I don’t want to know more.

“I said never mind!” She giggles, and I shake my head, laughing.

“It’s a good idea, though.” I shrug. “But no.”

“Spa day?”

“No.”

“Karting?”

“No.”

“Fishing?”

“You’d want to go fishing?” I twist my neck at her.

“If by fishing you mean you fish and I chill on the boat before you fuck me senseless, then yes.”

She really needs to stop giving me any more ideas to fuck her or I’ll drive this car to some quiet dirt road and do exactly that.Fuck her senseless.

“I was talking about live bait and hooks.”

She quickly scrunches up her nose. “Ew, then no. Come on, tell me!”

“Do you trust me?” I squeeze her hand.

Her gaze drops to mine while I keep my eyes fixed on the road. She stays quiet and I glance at her, scared her face will show me that her answer to that question will be no. But instead, there is a smile on her face that’s filled with emotion and even though we’re both seated, I feel like she’s emotionally hugging my heart, giving me a look that I will remember forever.

“I do.”

I bring her hand to my lips, giving it an affectionate kiss. “Then shut up until we get there.”

She laughs. It’s a full laugh, one that echoes through the entire car. One that crashes through every fiber of my being. One I don’t think I can ever live without.

“Fine.” Dramatically, she raises her chin, looking out the window while faking her annoyance as only she can.

She’s so different from every other girl I’ve ever met. When we met last summer, I thought she was fun, exhilarating, but I also thought it was because of her age. A bright, happy teenager, full of life and ready to kick ass in the world. I remember how Jensen and I were at nineteen and we had exactly the same spirit. But since she’s been living with me, I’ve learned that this is exactly who Kayla is. She can work like an ox, play like a child, and can act as responsible as a loving mom.

She’s fun, loving, and caring. She makes me laugh every single day, and I’ve become addicted to her little taunts.

When we reach the edge of the city, I turn right to the dirt road leading to a big field.

Her head snaps toward mine, but she keeps her mouth shut until finally we reach the clearing that holds our destination and she gasps beside me.

With wide eyes, she looks at the big banner that is set up high between the gates surrounding the field.

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