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  Chapter Eleven

  Dash

  “Stop by the bakery again on the way. If we catch traffic right we’ll have time,” I call to the driver as we get in the back.

  I raise the window between us and close the door as he pulls away from the curb.

  “I’m sorry about last night and all that—”

  I shake my head and hold up a hand to stop her. “No, I should never have given you a reason to doubt me or what I want. Obviously, I didn’t do a good enough job letting you know what I feel for you, and that’s going to change starting now.”

  Before she can say another word, I’m pulling her to me and kissing her like it might be the last time. She doesn’t hesitate as her arms wrap around me and I slide my hands to her ass. I lift her onto my lap and run my hands up her body and to her breasts as I feel the weight of them in my hands and squeeze them through her shirt.

  “You’re mine,” I tell her between kisses. “And I’m yours.”

  “Yes.” She nods as my mouth goes to her neck.

  She grinds on my lap and my cock aches for relief that’s not my hand. She spent last night thinking I was with someone else while all I did was hump my mattress and pretend it was her. Fuck, I’m desperate for her, but I won’t push her too far too fast. I can’t chance losing her, even though I need to get her pregnant.

  “Let me show you just how much I want you.”

  I turn so she can lie down on the seat while I move between her legs. Lucky for me she’s wearing a dress today so I’ve got easy access. I push the lavender dress up her thighs to reveal white panties. I play with the edge of them for just a second as I memorize what her creamy skin looks like. I want to take my time and brand all of this into my memory forever, but we don’t have that kind of time. Not yet anyway.

  “Dash?” she breathes, and I kiss her knee.

  “I’ll take care of you, Buttercup.”

  Gently I slide down her panties and tuck them into my pocket. When I spread her knees I see a dark patch of soft curls covering her pretty pink lips. She’s so innocent and perfect, my mouth waters to taste her sweetness. I can already smell her desire and I’m hungry for it.

  “You’re so damn wet for me,” I say just before I kiss the inside of her thigh and slide two fingers through her folds.

  She moans as I push into her and I feel just how fucking tight she is. “Goddamn, as if you weren’t already perfect enough you had to go and have this sweet little pussy.”

  She cries out as my tongue traces between her lips and around her clit. The tangy-sweet taste of her cunt makes me moan and I dive in to feast. She’s slippery and warm, and although I want to get her off quickly, I find myself taking my time and savoring as much of this as I can.

  “So fucking perfect,” I say against her warm honey, and her legs squeeze tight like she’s fighting it. “Let me have it,” I demand as I push her knees open.

  “Dash!” she cries out, her fingers tugging on my hair.

  I smile against her clit as she climaxes and cums before she knows what hit her. It’s sweet and I lick up every drop as it goes on and on. One orgasm turns into another, and as I work my fingers on her sweet spot inside her pussy, my tongue wiggles over her clit. She’s calling out my name and crying out as more little ones roll over her body. It’s so fucking intense and I feel like a goddamn king on my knees in front of her.

  “So beautiful,” I say as I look up at her and see her cheeks flushed with pleasure. “So fucking beautiful.”

  “What was that?” She wipes at her forehead and looks down at me like she’s seeing me for the first time. “I feel like I passed out but then I just kept cumming.”

  I kiss her pussy one last time as I slide my fingers from her warmth and lick them clean. “I think that was the first of many times we’re going to be doing that.”

  She swallows hard and nods as I move back on the seat with her and pull her into my lap. “I saw stars.” She smiles and her eyes are heavy.

  “I saw perfection,” I say, leaning down and kissing her softly.

  The taste of her desire on my tongue while I kiss her makes me want to do it all over again. It makes me want to fuck her and then eat her out afterwards so I can taste the both of us. I want every inch of her marked with me, because she’s mine, goddamn it.

  “You belong to me.” I take her by the chin and she looks into my eyes. “Say it, Brooklyn.”

  “I belong to you,” she repeats and smiles at me.

  “Let’s forget about this morning and focus on the future. Our future.”

  “I like the sound of that,” she says as she cuddles close to me.

  “Good, because you’re mine all weekend long, and we’ve got your family reunion on Sunday.”

  “Oh god.” She straightens up and looks at me with wide eyes. “I forgot all about that.”

  “I wouldn’t forget an opportunity to show off my girl.” I kiss her again and she melts into me.

  After we talk some more about when I’m going to pick her up after work and logistics about this weekend, I feel the car come to a stop.

  I hop out and grab the food from the driver that he must have somehow gotten when we were occupied. I hand the food and coffee to Brooklyn and kiss her goodbye before I watch her walk into the school.

  She sends me a text just as the driver is pulling out of the parking lot, telling me she misses me already. God, I love that shit. I send her back a message and a gif with a kitten because I know how much she loves them.

  I tuck my phone into my sweats and lean back in the seat. Thoughts of her race through my mind and I’m already missing her. But it’s good she has to go to work today, because I need to take care of some business. Namely my cousin Josh and how the fuck he was involved in all of this.

  That motherfucker is a snake in the grass waiting to strike, but I’ve got my eyes on him. If he’s willing to go this far to take me down, there isn’t much he won’t do. Clearly he knows about Brooklyn now, so I need to make sure she’s as protected as possible.

  I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get back at him, but I won’t put the woman I love at risk.

  The woman I love. That plays on a loop in my head as I make my way back to the city.

  Chapter Twelve

  Brookyln

  It’s not until I get to the parking lot that I remember I didn't drive my car to school today. I’d been in such a rush to get out I’d completely forgotten. I’m not sure how, because all day I thought about what we’d done in the back of the car. The orgasm hit me so hard that it turned my world upside down. I think so many emotions were simmering inside of me that it was a release of everything all at once. I’d gone from thinking Dash and I were over to realizing we can have it all.

  I feel bad that I questioned him since he’s been so good to me from the moment he stepped into my life. It might be terrible, but I’m happy he didn't remember going out on those other dates. I could see from the confusion on his face that he truly didn't recall any of them. The girls actually found it kind of adorable according to the texts they’ve sent throughout the day. Who doesn't want a man who can’t remember another woman besides you?

  “Buttercup.” I turn at the sound of Dash’s voice and see him dressed in a suit and leaning up against his car.

  “I forgot I didn't drive.” I make my way toward him and as soon as I’m within reach, he wraps me up in his arms and kisses me.

  “I never forget when it comes to you.” His voice is deep and so damn sexy it makes my body tingle.

  “Good, because you make me forget everything.” I drop another quick kiss on his mouth, knowing we’re in the school parking lot. All the kids have cleared out, but some teachers still linger. Some of them love gossip and I don't want to be next week's topic of discussion. “Can we stop by my place? I need to pack my bag.”

  “I think we can do that.” He slides me down his body until my feet hit the ground. I always forget how tall he is until I’m pressed up against him.
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  He opens the door for me and I scoot over so he can slide in next to me. He grabs my hand, tangling our fingers together, and I sigh in contentment.

  “I missed you,” I say, resting my head on his shoulder. How can I know him for such a short time and already miss him so much when we’re not together?

  “Missed you too.” I turn my head and tilt it up, wanting another kiss. His hand slips into my hair and he gives me exactly what I want. I could get used to being picked up like this every day. He grabs me and pulls me onto his lap. “Tell me about your day.”

  “It was long but fun. The boys and girls are usually a little rambunctious on Fridays.” I ramble on about what we did and he hangs on to my every word.

  “You really love kids, don’t you?” He smiles as he says it.

  “I do. I can’t wait to one day have my own.”

  “We’ll have our own,” he corrects me, and my heart flutters.

  “How many do you want?”

  “I never thought much past having only one. But now?” He kisses me again and it's filled with the promise of many.

  We pull up to my place a moment later, and as much as I don’t want to stop kissing Dash, talking about babies has me ready to get to his place as soon as possible. I’m ready to be truly alone with him.

  He helps me out of the car and walks me up to my place. “Are your friends going to jump me when I walk in?”

  “Now’s your chance to run,” I tease as I open the door.

  “I’ll take a beating if it means you’re still coming home with me.”

  “I doubt anyone is home,” I laugh as Dash follows me in. Grumpy lets out a loud meow and I see him sitting there staring at me. “Sorry, Grumpster.” I walk over and pet his little head. “I mean, Mr. Grumpy is here.”

  “Is he yours?” Dash scratches him behind his ear.

  “No, he’s Blair’s. I thought about getting my own kitten, but Grumpy isn't the nicest to other animals.”

  “Territorial. I can understand that. He wants to be the only cat to get anyone’s attention.”

  “Maybe so.” I smile at Dash and he shrugs. “I’m gonna pack my bag. I’ll be right back.”

  “No way, I’m coming with you.” He follows me down the hallway. “I want to see where you sleep.”

  I try and remember if I picked up before I left this morning. I doubt it because I rushed out of my bedroom this morning to see what the commotion was.

  “It might not be super clean,” I say, and Dash wraps his arm around my waist from behind me.

  “Are you worried you might have left your panties on the floor?” He kisses my neck as we go into my room. I laugh when he walks in past me and falls back onto the bed, making himself right at home. “It smells like you.”

  He puts his hands behind his head and I’m grateful the space is somewhat clean.

  “And what do I smell like?” I ask as I go in my closet and grab my bag. Dash looks way too good on my bed and I have the urge to fall on top of him. But then we’d never get out of here.

  “Lavender and sunshine.” I was sure he was going to say Play-Doh.

  “What should I pack?” I poke my head out of the closet and he smiles at me. I have no idea what we are doing except for the family reunion.

  Dash sits up and I swear he almost blushes.

  “Your family reunion is Sunday, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “So whatever you want to wear to that.”

  “What about tonight and tomorrow?” I think I know what his plans are since we’ll be in his place alone. It’s what I want too, but it’s adorable seeing him skirt around it.

  He runs his hands through his short hair as he looks around.

  “I thought we’d…” He struggles to find the words and I fight a laugh.

  “Are you laughing at me?” He cocks his head to the side, studying me as a smile pulls at his lips. I put my hand over my mouth, shaking my head no.

  “I think you are.” He jumps from the bed and I try to rush back into the closet but he’s on me. He lifts me off the floor and pins me to the bed. He gets on top and I let out a small scream when he starts to tickle me.

  “I give! I give!” I shout through my laughter.

  “This is what I want to do all weekend.” He stares down at me with soft eyes and a smile.

  “I like that plan,” I say as he leans down and kisses me.

  “Are you okay?” Blair bursts into my bedroom and I turn my head to look at her. “You were screaming. You scared the crap out of me.”

  She puts down the rolling pin in her hand and I wonder how the hell she found it in the kitchen. She’s never used it in her life.

  “Sorry.” Dash rolls off me and lies back on the bed. “This isn't what it looks like,” I say as I sit up.

  “And what does this look like?” Dash teases me.

  I glare at him, but it only makes him give me a panty-melting smile. Blair snorts a laugh and I roll my eyes.

  “I’m packing my bag.” I dart back into my closet to try and hide from the embarrassment. Blair comes in with me a second later and I feel her close behind me.

  “Are you spending the weekend with him?”

  I nod, and when she doesn't say anything else I look over my shoulder at her. “You're not going to say anything?” I wait, because Blair is not one to keep quiet.

  “No, because you’re happy. Charlotte is going to die when you show up at the family reunion with him. He’s going with you, right?”

  “Yeah.” I realize that I don’t have this need to shove anything in her face now. I’m happy and that’s the biggest FU I can give someone that spends way too much time trying to make sure my life is miserable.

  “Good.” She wraps her arms around me in a tight hug. “Go and have fun. I should be sorry I messed things up last night, but seeing him burst in here on a mission to win you back has made us all like him.” She smiles at me and I can tell she’s really happy for me.

  “Silver lining,” I agree, hugging her back. I hurriedly finish getting everything I need because I want to get to his place. Dash watches me the whole time from the bed and I can see the simmering excitement in him.

  “I’m hungry, so you better have food plans at least. That’s all I ask.” Dash laughs and agrees as we leave my place after saying goodbye to Blair.

  Dash once again pulls me into his lap when we get into the back of the car and my mouth is on his moments later.

  “Maybe I’m not so hungry,” I say between kisses.

  “We have all weekend,” he reminds me, but with the way he’s kissing me I think we’ll have longer than that.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Dash

  “Oh, wow, something smells good.”

  As the elevator doors close behind us, I walk into my penthouse on edge. “Hello?” I call out because no one is supposed to be here.

  Brooklyn and I came straight here, but I made sure my housekeeper and chef were going to be gone for the weekend. Maybe the chef left dinner for us, but that doesn’t seem like something he’d do.

  “Dashal?”

  “Shit,” I whisper under my breath as I turn to look at Brooklyn. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know she was going to be here.”

  Her eyebrows furrow in confusion as my mother comes around the corner with a dish cloth in her hands. “Well, hello, son, this must be Brooklyn.” She bypasses me completely and goes over to my girl and wraps her in a hug. “It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

  “Mom,” I warn, but she ignores me.

  “You are just a doll. Look at how little you are.” She holds Brooklyn at arm’s length and looks her up and down. “We need to put some meat on your bones.”

  “Mom,” I try again, and she just smiles at me as she puts her arm around Brooklyn and leads her toward the kitchen. “Your assistant Geoff was so helpful when I called the office today.”

  I narrow my eyes and grab my phone as I follow behind them.

  “He told me you’d be h
ome all weekend with your girlfriend Brooklyn and he told me all about her. Well, what he knew.”

  “What did he say?” Brooklyn laughs as if she finds all of this funny.

  I don’t. I was planning on making love to her on every surface of my home, but now it looks like I’m going to have to suffer through dinner with my mother first. It’s not that I don’t love her, but she’s got the worst timing.

  “Just that our Dashal was completely smitten.” She looks over her shoulder and winks at me, and I bury my face in my hands.

  “I made chicken and dumplings and apple pie,” she sing-songs, enjoying every moment of my misery.

  “Oh, my favorite,” Brooklyn says, and I smile because it’s true.

  Now I can’t decide if I’m going to fire Geoff or give him a raise. How he figured all of this out, I have no idea, but as I see Brooklyn and my mom chatting in the kitchen it’s actually kind of nice.

  I heave a heavy sigh and decide to just let go and sit back and enjoy dinner. I don’t talk much because my mom does enough for the three of us. She asks Brooklyn all kinds of questions and to my surprise, Brooklyn seems to be enjoying herself. She asks about me as a kid and my mom eats it up. Any chance to show me off or embarrass me, she grabs a hold of.

  We eat until Brooklyn has to hold her hands over her plate so my mom won’t fill it up again. To be fair, she did it three times already. I clear the plates off the dining room table and hear them whispering as I walk into the kitchen.

  I have no idea what my mother is telling Brooklyn, but after a few moments my mom comes into the kitchen to help me clean up.

  “She said she needed to use the restroom, so I thought I’d sneak in here and apologize.”

  “You’re not sorry,” I tell her, and she laughs.

  “True, but I love you.”

  “I love you too,” I concede and shake my head. “Thank you again for dinner. That was nice of you to cook for us.”

  “Don’t worry. I’m not staying. I’ve got your driver waiting downstairs now. I just wanted to give you a hug before I left.”