Page 162 of Only With Me
“I have a gift for you.”
“Waylon, you’ve already done so much today.”
“Just one more.”
He reaches for something from the drawer and my eyes widen when I see it’s a jewelry box.
“When I first realized I was thinking about you as more than a friend, I knew I was in trouble. I was either gonna get my heart broken or have to break yours because people wouldn’t accept us being together. But then I started fallin’ in love with you and those fears no longer mattered because I only wanted you. And to prove that you will always have my heart, no matter what, I wanted to give you this locket.”
He opens up the box, revealing a very unique type of necklace I’ve never seen before.
“When you press the button, it plays my heartbeat. Which means, you’re the only one who will ever have it. I’m giving it to you to keep forever.”
My mouth drops at the sentimental way he’s promising me that I’ll always be his and he’ll always be mine.
“This is the sweetest thing I’ve ever received,” I gush. “Can I try it on?”
“Yes, but only…” He pulls it out of the box, then holds it up for me to see. “If that’s the only thing you’re wearin’.”
“Hm…” I bite down on my lower lip. “You might change your mind about that when you see what I have underneath this dress.”
He lifts his brows. “You play dirty, don’t ya?”
“Haven’t you learned by now? I’m always playin’ to win.”
Waylon smirks, then puts the necklace around my neck. When I press the button and hear his steady heartbeat, I almost start crying again. Considering I just lost my dad, this gift means so much. It’ll make it feel like I’m not alone, even when I am, and that I’ll always have him close to my heart, too.
“That looks beautiful on you.” He cups my face and tenderly kisses me.
I touch it against my neck. “Thank you. I love it so much.”
“And I love you.”
“Now, take me to your bedroom. I’m done waitin’.”
“Harlow Fanning, are you sayin’ you only want me for sex?”
“Right now, yes.” I deadpan but he knows I’m messing with him.
We’ve talked about how my doctor approved me for light physical activity, so I’m taking that as a go-ahead on the whole losing my virginity thing.
“You”—He lifts me back up into his arms—”are about to be sorry you said that.”
Waylon places me on his bed, then puts his knee between my thighs, and leans in until I lean back on my elbows.
He lifts my dress over my hips and finds the lace red thong and corset with little white bows on them. “Fuck, are you wearin’ lingerie?”
“Mm-hmm. I thought you’d like red forstrawberries,” I taunt.
“Mmm…my favorite.” He licks his lips, then strokes a finger down my panties and back up again until he rubs over my clit.
“Grind against my knee,” he orders, rocking it back and forth against me. “Lie back and put your arms up.”
I do as he says and then he slides off my dress the rest of the way.
“Jesus Christ, you look gorgeous. So fuckin’ perfect.” He cups my breast that’s spilling out of the cup. My sister helped pick out this set for me, once she got over the ick factor that she was picking it out for her ex-boyfriend who was going to sleep with her little sister.
She made me swear to never utter a single detail.
