Page 67 of Make You Love Me

I give Lottie one last peck before I look up to see who Frankie’s talking about. I’m startled by another girl in the backseat. “Oh shit, I didn’t see you back there.”

She’s looking at me with wide, knowing eyes. Like she’s surprised to see me… like she knows me. She’s a pretty girl… looks a little older than us but I can’t place who she is.

Lottie speaks up, “This is Lola… Lola meet Greyson.”

We exchange hellos and Frankie says, “She is connected to the Rebel Knights out in Texas. But goes to Mountain Ridge now. You remember JJ?" I nod, recalling him as my grandfather’s sergeant of arms when I was a kid, he only comes around every so often now. “Lola is his niece.”

“Cool, nice to meet you, Lola,” I say as I pull Lottie out of the car.

“Come on Babygirl… a lot of people are excited to meet the old ball and chain.” That makes her laugh. I reach for her hand as the other girls head toward the house. I check out every inch of her as she intertwines our fingers together. “Damn Stacks,” I whisper because I’m nearly speechless looking at her right now. She is beautiful like always with her hair down and curled, she even wore the little black biker boots but her pants... her pants are what wet dreams are made of. I grab her waist and spin her around, checking out her ass in these deadly things. “Fuck me.”

Lottie looks back at me over her shoulder. “You like? I bought them with you in mind.”

The shiny, black-leather material clings to her curvy ass. She shakes her butt at me, and I can’t help but reach out and smack it. “Don’t tempt me… we can leave right the fuck now,” I say as I pull her to me. Her top is long sleeved and made of black lace. It tucks into her leather pants accentuating her big tits even more. “I think I changed my mind; we should leave.”

She playfully smacks me, “No way handsome. I’m ready to meet Daddy Rexwood.”

“First off, I am well aware of my Dad’s nickname around school, but you are never allowed to say that shit again.” She lets out a deep laugh at that. “Secondly, I’m serious. You look good enough to fucking eat. I don’t know if I want to even give these guys the privilege of seeing you tonight. You may give some of these old men a heart attack.”

She gets up on her tippy toes and kisses me. I open easily for her, grabbing onto her leather-clad ass as she pushes into me. I didn’t think my need for her could increase but kissing her like this every day has been the sweetest torture. Breaking away from me she says, “I’m ready Grey. If I could have you right now I would but I know this is important. Let’s go in here so I can meet the people who made you, you.” She trails her finger down the front of my torso and my dick twitches in my pants as she says, “But later tonight, I want all of you… every inch.” I groan with the picture that creates in my head, but she grabs my hand again and starts dragging me towards the party.

“Hold on Babygirl,” I say as I take my hand away and adjust my hard-on in my pants.“You know how to excite a guy. That’s for sure. I need to think about my grandma for a few minutes.” She laughs at me, and I really let my thoughts drift to Nana. “Speaking of that, are you still able to come to dinner at her house tomorrow? I haven’t told her yet just in case this was all too much this weekend.”

“No, I’ll be there. How did Remi tell me to say it… I’ll be there, Lord willing and the creek don’t rise.”

“Oh hell, they’re teaching you southern grandma slang now huh?”

“Yep! Now come on.”

My dick is finally calming down and I'm ready to show off my girl.

Don’t look at her ass. Don’t look at her ass.

Nodding towards the outdoor grill area, I tell her, “There’s my dad. I want you to meet him first or he’ll get jealous… I get it from him.” I wink at her as we head his way.

“Hey Pop,” I call out to him. He turns to me with an immediate big smile seeing my hand in Lottie’s. In the blink of an eye, all the color drains from his face. I look to Lottie to see the smile slip from hers with my dad’s reaction to her.

“No fucking way.” I recognize Gunnar’s voice and then Frankie asking him what the hell he’s spouting out about.

“Dad, you okay?” I pull a now hesitant Lottie along with me.

He whispers almost inaudibly, “Leah?” like it's a question.

Lottie gasps… I look at her as shock forms on her face “Smith?” she questions my dad.

I’m confused as fuck. No one calls my dad by his first name but my grandmother.

“What the fuck is going on?” I say, looking between my dad and Lottie. “Who is Leah?”

“My mom,” Lottie says as her eyes gleam with unshed tears and it all hits me at once.

Lottie’s mom, Leah... is the love of my Dad’s life.

The one who got away.

His anchor that sunk him so deeply, he’s still at the bottom of the ocean with it.

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