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“It’s been even longer since I held you in my arms.”
I nearly feel my knees buckle as I swoon against his chest. Since our night together, he’s spoken to me more freely than ever before. I love it. I love that he is able to talk to me, that he feels safe around me.
“Well…” I turn, leading him back until my legs hit the edge of the desk. His footsteps match each one of mine, and his lips take on a sexy little smirk that I like way too much. “Now that we’re alone, I think we can rectify that.”
He hums low in his throat, leaning his head down until his nose trails over my jaw and lips press against my throat. Rough,calloused hands find the skin under my shirt, and I feel every nerve firing at the contact.
I slide my hands up over his broad shoulders, feeling how massive he is. I heard some girls talking about the giant who guards the door, and I smiled when I did because I never really saw Mitch as a huge, imposing guy.
But he is nearly six foot five, with shoulders I could only just wrap my arms around and muscles lining each inch of him.
To me, he is just Mitch. Sweet, kind, compassionate—a little rough around the edges—Mitch.
My fingers rake into his hair, and he moans, dragging his lips over to mine. He moves my legs until they’re wrapped securely around his waist. The bar is empty, and I am more than willing to fill it with gasps and moans of pleasure if he keeps this up.
I taste him, letting him take control of the situation and going along for the ride.
It feels like a dream. Every moment we’ve been spending together has been like being on another plane of the universe, something that is just ours, just us.
We haven’t talked with our families explicitly about our relationship, but I am pretty sure they caught on. Jax saw us at the concert, and from what I’ve learned about that guy over the last few years is he likes gossip almost as much as Stetson.
Yet, no one has asked me about it, and I am thinking that they are trying to give us space to get our bearings. I am grateful for that. Knowing what I do about Mitch, giving us space to just be the two of us is as kind and generous as it could be.
If he was bombarded with questions or advice or opinions, I’m not sure Mitch would leave his house.
Our lips part, and Mitch presses his forehead to mine, holding my body close as we catch our breaths. “As much as I’d love to throw you down on this desk and devour you.” My thighsclench at the prospect of that comment. “I want to take you home and worship you more.”
I smile, leaning forward to press my mouth to his. “I like the sound of that.”
22
mitch
My mother’shome is set off the road a long way up a winding dirt road that is well-maintained by us boys. It is a ranch-style home with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and no place to go play except the great outdoors. Growing up, we split up two of the bedrooms, two boys to each room.
Some might think I bunked with Logan since we were closest in age. And at first, we did, but it was soon found out that the closest of us were Jax and me, and every morning, Mom would find either Jax in our room, or me in him and Stetson’s room, so we swapped, and Stetson moved in with Logan.
That was until Luella came into the picture, and Stetson ended up in our room with us, making us all close again while Logan and his daughter shared his room.
It was a small house for all of us, but all I can remember about it—aside from sibling fights over nonsense every now and then—is how much fun we all used to have.
The house now as I enter it is full of chatter and laughter. With all of my brothers either married or taken, some now with kids, it was a loud, full house.
I pretend it bothers me most of the time, but it’s actually comforting. I only wish Juniper wasn’t working tonight, so she could have come. She told me she wasn’t sure I was ready for the attention bringing a girlfriend would set off.
Then before I could assure her it wasn’t a worry for me at all—and because I was caught up in the fact that she called herself my girlfriend, a fact I love very much—she distracted me with her nakedness.
She would come over soon enough.
Tonight, I want to tell my family the truth.
Things have been going well for me. I was with Juniper, work was steady, the club was happy with me, and David was nowhere to be found.
We still have the whole housing development thing to fix, but we would, just like we always did.
Now, I want the lies between me and my family to be out in the open. Even though I am pretty sure Jax is going to be pissed when he finds out what I kept from him, I need him to know so we can move on.
SoIcan move on.
