Page 114 of Truck You

I’m sorry.

I miss you.

Never leave me again.

I need you.

You’re my everything.

“Mac, I—”

I silence her with a chaste kiss. “Give me a minute.”

She nods and slides her hands around my neck and into my hair. When her nails scrape across my scalp, I moan. God I’ve missed her touch.

“You’re here,” I whisper and trace a line between her freckles with my finger. “In my room. I’ve never had a girl in my bedroom before.”

Her eyes are glassy as she smiles. “Grams insisted I stay with you. To make sure you’re okay. But I think she has ulterior motives.”

“Sounds like Grams.” I squeeze her hip with one hand while I’ll cup her cheek with the other. “I had a dream about you. About us.”

She smiles and runs her fingers deeper into my hair. A tingling sensation starts at my head, runs through me, and settles in my cock. My eyes fall shut, and I groan at how good her touch feels.

“Was it a good dream?” she asks.

I nod. “We were playing in the snow. It was freezing, but the sun was bright. Your hair glowed like a beacon calling me home. And … And …”

I drop my head into the crook of her neck, unsure if I can admit this next part. It’s deep. In my dream, we were together, maybe even married, and we had a daughter. I don’t know if she wants something like that with me. She’s here now, but that doesn’t mean she’ll stay.

“Mac, you can tell me. Anything. I’m not going anywhere.”

I look up at her. “Do you mean that?”

She lifts her head and presses her lips to mine. “Yes, Mac. I’m yours.”

The growl that escapes me is positively feral. Hearing her say those two little words stirs something so primal and instinctive inside me that I can’t stop myself from kissing her more deeply.

When her lips part, and her tongue swipes along my bottom lip, my cock thickens. I grind against her, aching for the friction of our bodies moving together.

She tastes divine, like sunshine and cookies and everything I’ve always wanted in my life.

Our tongues tangle for control. Both of us kissing the other like it’s not enough. We’re not close enough. We need more. More touching. More kissing. More holding. Just more … Everything.

“Sophia.” I break the kiss and drop my forehead to hers. “We should talk.”

She nods. “Yeah, talk.”

Her voice is raspy and so full of need that it makes my already hard-as-steel cock strain even more against the tightness of my sweatpants.

“Finish telling me about this dream?” she asks once her breathing has slowed.

“There’s not a lot to it. It was just you and me and …” I take a deep breath before I brush her hair behind her ear. “And a little girl with the same red hair as you. She called me Daddy.”

She sucks in a breath. “You had a dream about our future?”

“I did. And it made me finally admit to myself that I can’t live without you. I need you, Sophia. I need you so much. I’m so sorry for how I acted. There’s no excuse for losing my temper like that. I wish I could promise you that I’ll never do it again, but I know me. I’m an asshole. I get mad—sometimes irrationally so. I’m jealous, and I will be jealous of any man who dares to talk to you. Even my brothers. But I’ll try to do better. For you. I’ll try to keep myself in check and not act so possessive over you. I love your strength. It’s one of the first things that attracted me to you. I don’t want to do anything that masks who you are because I love you. All of you. Your strength. Your sense of humor. Your kind heart. Your tenacity. And I want that dream to be real.”

“Mac.” Her voice cracks. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

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