Page 13 of Dirty Secrets

Walker: Sure. See you then.

Walker: And I’ll see about getting you a car.

I didn’t mean it like that!

Walker: You are a fiercely independent young lady who should have the freedom to get around town. Let me see what I can do.

Oh my god. I have a feeling he might not take no for an answer on this one. For now, I’ll just try to deflect.

See you at 5:30 ??

There are a lot of men who would love the idea of their girlfriend being completely dependent on them for transportation. Walker isn’t like that.

I don’t know how I feel about him getting me a car, though. That feels far too much at this point. Maybe I can put off the discussion about that for a while.

But I feel surprisingly relaxed about whatever is going to happen tonight.

Which, I hope, is everything.

8

WALKER

Ihave to admit, picking Jocelyn up downtown and going grocery shopping together wasn’t just a lovely time. It felt like I was announcing to the whole town that she’s my girl. I put my arm around her whenever possible and made sure to sneak a few polite kisses in the produce aisle.

By the time we’re making dinner together, we can’t stop laughing at all the strange, random little things that we have in common. Like listening to Lofi Chillhop when we’re working, leaving the music on a loop for hours and hours. Or the way we both strictly limit ourselves to three sturdy house plants: enough to add some life to the space, but without getting out of control. The way we enjoy a variety of books from mysteries to biographies to pop psychology.

After a coffee and an assortment of fruit turnovers and mini fudge cupcakes from The Bakery on Main, I take Jocelyn’s hand and drift over to the couch.

“What time are Nikki and Harper coming home?” I ask, sliding her legs over mine so that she’s practically sitting in my lap.

Jocelyn smiles sweetly. “They both sent me texts that they’re spending the night with their boyfriends.” She purses her lips, trying to look stern. “You know, a cynical person would say that you Dirty boys had just been lying in wait for women to show up in your town so you could ambush them.”

Cupping her chin, I kiss the tip of her nose. “Of course we were hoping that we’d find amazing women someday.” My hand slips under her skirt to squeeze her knee. “We just didn’t expect three beautiful girls to show up at once, and for them to be friends.”

Leaning in, my lips graze the side of her throat until she shivers. “Obviously I’mmuchluckier than my brothers.”

“Because you’re the oldest?” She’s joking, but suddenly her eyes become cloudy. “Then again, you’re the last to pick. I’m just the girl left over.”

I give her leg a quick shake. “Don’t you dare say something like that. I was going to say because I got the girl with bright auburn hair. Everyone knows that redheads are the hottest of all.”

Her head falls back as she laughs loudly, and I use the opportunity to kiss along the column of her throat before burying my face in her cleavage. She moans softly as I dig in, pulling her breasts up and out of the front of her dress to lightly scrape my teeth across her nipples.

My palm slowly makes its way up her leg to caress her hip, drifting along the tight curve before gliding back down. With the next pass, my fingertips trail along her inner thigh. I abandon her pert breast to attack her lips, the kiss instantly deepening and consuming us. As her lips open, so do her legs, allowing me to gently stroke her tongue and the center of her panties at the same time.

I love the way she squirms in my lap and feeling the prick of her fingernails against the back of my shoulders. Knowing thatJocelyn is hot for me makes me feel like the most powerful man in the world. Her hand drops, pulling at the edge of my t-shirt and sliding her hand underneath. She touches me tentatively at first, gradually becoming braver as her hand wanders across my chest.

Just as I begin to worry I might bruise her lips from how hard we’re kissing, her head jerks back. “Should we go to my bedroom?” She blinks sharply, biting her lip. “You know…just in case anyone comes home.”

“Anything you like, sweetheart.”

She squeals as I scoop her up, carrying her toward the hallway. “Stop! I’m staying in the basement.”

I set her back on her feet. “Okay, in that case, safety first. You’ll have to take the stairs yourself.”

What little I take in of her downstairs room is quite charming, with warm cream walls and large photographs of forest greenery. But there’s not really any time to admire anything other than Jocelyn.

My girl. My incredible woman. In a flash I have her dress on the floor, her delicate body spread out across her sage green comforter wearing nothing but a pink lace bra and panties.

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