Undo Me (The Good Ol' Boys #3) (14 page)

He pulled my cotton shorts down, inch by inch, deliberately taking it slow. Before he gradually crawled his way up my body, lightly skimming his lips across my bare flesh, igniting tingles all over my skin. Awakening a craving deep within my core for the first time in my life.

He worked his way up from my thighs, lifting my shirt with the movement of his mouth to kiss along my torso, and all along the sides. Gliding his way up to my breasts, and then my neck, taking my shirt with him. He left me much more exposed than before in only my bra and panties.

His predatory gaze never left mine as he continued his assault on my body. Only stopping when we were face to face, and his body was perfectly placed on top of mine. With his nose he nudged mine. Brushing it all along my cheeks, my chin, and sliding it across my lips, gently pecking them in its wake.

“That feel good?” he breathed out, gently licking my lips, stirring my need for him to kiss me.

I nodded not being able to form words, lost in the sensation of Dylan.

“Do you want me to touch you?” he said in between kisses.

I sucked in air, and he grinned against my mouth with his fingers caressing the side of my face.

“Tell me,” he urged, never stopping the torment of his lips against mine. “Do you know what it feels like to let go? Mmm…” he groaned, watching his fingers move from my cheek to my shoulder, sliding my bra straps down my arms. Leaving little kisses as he went. He removed my bra with one swift move, my breasts completely exposed and ready for him.

“Do you know what I could do to you, baby? How I could make you feel?” he continued, kneading my nipple and then sucking it into his mouth. “Do you want that? Do you want me to make you come?”

I moaned in response and his eyes glazed over as he went back up to my mouth,

“Where, baby, where do you want me to touch you?” He cocked his head to the side, still not moving his lips from mine. “Where?” He slid his fingers down my stomach, slipping them into my panties. I just about came undone and he hadn’t even touched me yet. Another moan escaped my lips just from the anticipation of what he was going to do next.

“Here?” he taunted, touching my folds.

I didn’t say a word. I could barely breathe.

He rubbed everywhere, except where I really wanted him too.

“Or…” He pressed his fingers against my clit. “Here?”

I loudly panted, which earned me a smile. He didn’t even try to hide it.

I grabbed at the back of his neck for more leverage, I couldn’t take it anymore, as he played with my clit in a side-to-side motion.

“Feels good, right?” he raspingly asked, as I continued to try to keep my fluttering eyes open.

“Yes,” I finally whimpered.

He slid his finger in between my lips, running it from my opening, back up to my clit. I could feel my wetness pooling and I subconsciously turned my face into his neck from embarrassment.  

“I love that you’re so fucking wet. I can’t wait to fucking taste you, darlin’,” he growled as if reading my mind.

He continued his torture for a few seconds, enjoying the feel of my slickness against his callused fingers. When he eased his finger into my opening, I whimpered again and he shoved his tongue into my mouth at the exact same time. Savoring both the taste and feel of me, and how my body was completely his to command as he held me beneath him. I melted against him, and into his touch, taking everything he was giving me and wanting more.

“Oh, God, right there,” I panted into his mouth, when his finger angled somewhere deep inside me. He slipped another finger in and worked my pussy, pushing in and out with a steady rhythm making me squirm.

Completely at his mercy.

“Right there?” he mocked, pushing harder against it and my back arched off the bed. Allowing him to suck my nipple into his mouth.

My body felt warm all over with the uncontrollable need for something to happen that would take away this ache that he was creating. When I felt his thumb manipulate my clit as his fingers continued to rub that sweet spot, I thought I was going to die.

Right then and there.

“I want you to come, baby, I want you to come so fucking hard that you squeeze the fuck out of my fingers.”

The sound of his filthy words had my pussy pulsating. When he removed his fingers, I immediately felt his absence. He peered deep into my eyes and then licked his fingers clean. My mouth dropped open and before I could give it too much thought his fingers were back inside me as if they never left in the first place.

“You know what else I want, darlin’?” He kissed me with a much more heated look in his eyes. “What I want more than anything?” He kissed me again. “Is for you to tell me what I need to hear.” He rubbed harder and faster, and my lips parted.

“Until you do. You don’t get what you need.”

And then the bastard stopped.

I stood, leaning forward to grab her ankles. She gasped as I tugged her over to me until she was at the edge of the bed. Her eyes shuttered closed. I casually crouched down to the ground in between her legs, gripping the sides of her panties. I slid them down, never taking my eyes off her pretty, disheveled face, her chest rising and falling with every movement of my touch caressing down her legs. I brought her wet panties up to my face, and inhaled her sweet scent, then threw them to the side when I was done.  

I devoured every last fucking inch of her body with my gaze for the first time, taking in her beautiful naked glory. Starting from her rosy cheeks, down to her perfect, flushed, voluptuous tits that looked better from where I squatted. Right where I wanted to look the most.

Her pussy.

Her legs were spread wide open. Her pussy was the prettiest fucking shade of pink. Her breathing was heavy and deep, and her skin was warm. Sweat glistening off her flesh. Her clit was so exposed that I could see the bright red nub from where I was. She shined vibrantly with the pre-glow of her impending climax that I didn’t allow her to finish. The smell of her arousal was all around me, consuming me.

“Now is not the time to get shy, suga’. I know what your pussy feels like when it’s about to come, and how your face gets flushed and your breathing gets heavy,” I taunted, placing her legs on the sides of my shoulders.

I kissed along her knee, making my way down, slowly to where she needed me the most. Her breathing hitched when I reached her inner thigh, I roughly bit the soft tender area and she whimpered in response. I licked and nibbled around it to make it better.

I glanced up at her with a mischievous glare, making sure to lick my lips as I continued my way down. I kissed her pubic area where she had a landing strip, nicely trimmed.

“I fucking love that you have hair on your pussy, darlin’. I don’t want a little girl.”

I faintly kissed her clit, resisting the goddamn urge to lick her fucking clean.

She moaned and her head fell back.

I silently laughed as she gyrated her hips against the bed, a silent plea to keep going.

“Oh, trust me, baby, I want to.” I tenderly licked her nub.

Exactly the way she wanted me to.

Exactly the way she would love.

“Oh my God,” she purred, shuddering.

“I’ve barely licked you and you’re legs are already shakin’. That what you want, darlin’? For me to eat your pussy?”

“Please,” she begged.

“Here?” I murmured, sucking her clit into my mouth, enjoying the taste of her for a few seconds. Her legs tightened around me.

I stopped again, sitting back on my heels. She immediately looked up at me, bewildered and aroused.

“Oh my God!” she screamed out in frustration, but also in urgency. “You can’t do this to me!”

“I believe I just did.”

Her head fell back and I crawled up her naked body to get to her face. “You smell that?” I asked, against her lips, kissing her. “You taste that?” I kissed her again. “That’s you.”

Her eyes widened. Shocked by my forwardness.

“It’s addicting. The taste of you, the feel of you, the
love
for you. I’m mad for you. You’re mine.”

A single tear fell down the side of her face.

“It’s just you and me, darlin’. I’m not going anywhere, and trust me, neither are you,” I stated in a possessive tone. “I’m yours.”

Another tear fell and I kissed that one away.

“Promise?”

“Always.”

She faintly smiled and whispered,

“I love you.”

We were halfway through the new school year.

Lucas and Alex barely said two words to each other and that happened only when we were all together. Something came between them. Cole Hayes managed the unthinkable. He drove a wedge between them and gave Lucas a run for his money. Half-Pint finally admitted to me what’s been going on with her and Lucas for years. Since they were kids. I tried to call Lucas out on his bullshit behavior, for stepping into McGraw’s old shoes and sleeping with anything that had a pulse.

There was a huge divide between them and I hated seeing Alex so torn up and hurt about it. Lucas, well Lucas just pissed me off. We were all young and stupid but little did we know they would spend years playing this cat-and-mouse game. The boys didn’t help the situation either. Dylan calmed down a bit about it, but I think it was just because I influenced him as much as I could.

Though it wasn’t much.

Jacob, well he was another story. He was probably one of the biggest factors as to why they stayed on different sides of the fence, fighting off their feelings that we all knew were there. He was as thickheaded as they come. Except, when Lily was around. I tried not to pay too much attention to it, just because she was still such a little girl.

Austin, I genuinely cared for that boy. It was hard not to. There were times where I swear he would look at Dylan and I, with jealousy in his eyes. Not because he had any feelings toward me other than friendship, but because he wanted the intimacy that came with a relationship. It wasn’t the sex he craved, it was the emotional connection. Sometimes I felt as if he was as lonely as I was before I met Dylan. Maybe he was born that way too.

It made me sad for him.

I couldn’t imagine standing in a room full of people who loved me and still feel so alone.

“You ready, darlin’?” Dylan asked, coming up behind me at my locker.

“It depends,” I giggled as he tickled my neck. “Are you going to let me drive your Jeep?”

He smiled, as he spun me to face him.

“Not a chance in hell.”

I frowned. “Why? I have my license. You were there when I passed. Remember, you wouldn’t stop flirting with my aunt?”

My Aunt Celeste loved, I mean really loved Dylan. I couldn’t blame her. He charmed the pants off her.  

She never stood a chance.

McGraw got up at the butt ass crack of dawn, his words not mine, to witness this monumental event in my life. I was very excited to have two of the most important people in my life be there with me although I wished my mom had made it too. She was supposed to be the one to take me that Saturday morning, but at the last second she got called into the ER, for some head-on collision accident.

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed and tried my best to hide it from both of them. Dylan and I watched Saturday morning cartoons instead, knowing it was one of my favorite things to do back home. When my doorbell rang not even five hours later and my Aunt Celeste was standing there with a great big smile on her face to take me to get my license, I jumped into her arms. I thought my mom called her like she had done so many times in California to fill her shoes.

She didn’t.

Dylan had taken my phone without me realizing it when I went and cried in the bathroom for a few minutes. He called my aunt and she was on the next flight out.

I couldn’t have loved him more than I did in that moment, and I privately thanked him later for it. We still hadn’t had sex but we did everything else. I don’t know how he resisted the urge. We came close a couple of times, but he never allowed it to go any farther than us just messing around.

He said I wasn’t ready yet, and maybe he was right.  

“Suga, that’s just my Southern charm.” He kissed me.

“Please! Can I please drive your Jeep? How am I ever going to learn how to be a good driver if I have nothing to practice on?”

My mom said I couldn’t have a car until I got more experience, which was interesting seeing as though she was never around for me to gain it.

“Oh, you know how I love the beggin’.”

I smiled.

“Hey, you guys ready?” Alex interrupted, holding her books against her chest.

“Yep! McGraw is going to let me drive. Keys
please
,” I stressed.

Alex smirked, peering between us.

He placed his keys out in front of him, but then snatched them away from my hand when I tried to reach for them.

“What do I get?” he arrogantly demanded, tugging on the ends of my hair.

“A thank you.”

He cocked his head to the side, waiting. Alex blushed and looked away.

I stepped toward him, standing on the tips of my toes and whispered into his ear, “I’ll do that thing you like.”

He nudged his nose on the side of my cheek, murmuring, “What thing?”

I sighed. “You just want me to say it.”

“And yet I’m still waiting.”

I got in closer to his ear. “I’ll talk dirty to you while you go down on me.”

“While I do what?”

I narrowed my eyes at him and he grinned.

“While you eat my pussy.”

Just like that, he handed me his keys.

Aubrey was one hell of a fucking runner.

The girl was like the speed of lightning. I thought she was fast when I saw her running down my street, but that was nothing. She said she was nervous to try out for the track team because she hadn’t ran in months, and she usually spent months conditioning prior to the season starting back in California. I showed up at her house one morning when the sun was barely out and her mom was just getting home from work.

I told her I was there to help Aubrey get back in shape for track, since tryouts were a month away. She smiled, patted me on my shoulder and told me that I was one of the good guys and proceeded to ask me what I wanted for breakfast. Aubrey was sound asleep when I tiptoed into her room. It was cold that morning and she looked so warm and soft in her bed. I crawled in behind her and wrapped my freezing cold arms across her waist, tugging her toward me. She shrieked so damn loud I thought she might have woken up the neighbors.

She called me an asshole and tried to fight me off, which only made me hug her tighter. 

But she got up.

And I got to cop a feel.

Time was going by so fast. It was February and Aubrey was well into the track season. She didn’t have one problem making the team. Our morning runs paid off, she made varsity right off the bat. She was up for all-state champion that weekend and her aunt couldn’t fly in for the competition. Aubrey said she wasn’t going to bother her mom with it, she knew she was busy.

I knew the real reason.

She didn’t want to be disappointed.

The team had been practicing late most days. Sometimes I stayed and watched. Other times I went and surfed with the boys, but I always came back to pick her up. I took her to and from school everyday.  

I walked up to the nurse’s station at the hospital.

“Hello, how can I help you?” the receptionist greeted.

“Hi, I’m looking for Dr. Owens.”

“Oh, you’re in luck.” She looked away from her computer screen. “She just got out of surgery. She’ll be in her office. Go past those double doors towards the ER.” She pointed down the hall. “Once you get there take the elevator up to the fourth floor. Her room is 479.”

“Thank you.”

I made my way up toward her office, pausing for a minute before knocking on the door.

“Come in.” She smiled when she saw me. “Dylan, what a nice surprise. Is Aubrey okay?” she worried.

“Yea and no,” I honestly spoke.

She placed her hand over her heart and breathed out, “Have a seat.”

I did, looking around her office. She had pictures of Aubrey everywhere, and I immediately wondered if Aubrey knew about it.

“So what do I owe the honor for this unexpected visit?”  

I smiled. “I’m not sure if you knew that Aubrey made states for track.”

She leaned her back against her chair, her happy expression quickly faded. “No.” She shook her head. “I didn’t. She didn’t tell me.”

“Yeah, she—”

“It’s harder to keep tabs and know what’s going on with her here,” she interrupted out of nowhere. “Back in California I knew everything. Her dad or aunt would tell me everything. Sometimes Aubrey, but usually not,” she informed.

“She needs you,” I stated. “With all due respect, ma’am,” I added.  

She nervously chuckled. “I know.” She fidgeted with her fingers for a few seconds. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this, but you’re a good young man. I like you, Dylan. My daughter is happy. I haven’t seen her this happy in a long time. I guess, I don’t know, maybe it’s why I don’t worry about her, as much I should. Since I know she has you. Thank you for taking her under your wing.”

“It’s been my pleasure,” I simply stated.

She affectionately nodded. “It’s hard to do this single parenting thing. I’m probably doing a really shitty job, huh?”

“I—”

She put her hand up in the air to stop me. “Don’t answer that,” she paused. “I’ve always been the provider. That was my role. Aubrey has never wanted for anything. It didn’t matter what it was or how hard it was to get, it was hers. Her father and I used to fight about it all the time. The only reason I haven’t bought her a car is because I’m scared,” she admitted out loud for what seemed like the first time.

“I’m terrified something will happen to her. She’s my whole world, Dylan. My reason for living. I love her. I love her more than anything in this world. Please know that.”

“I do. So does Aubrey.”

“You really are a good guy. Look at you lying to make me feel better.” She looked down in her lap, thinking about what she wanted to say. “It’s hard to be her mom in the way that she needs me. That’s not a cop out, I swear to you it’s not. I just don’t know how. I tell myself everyday when I look in the mirror. I say today is going to be the day. I’m not going to work so much. I’m going to get to know my daughter. I’m going to be there for her. I’m going to do all those things I know she needs. All those things that I want.”

Her eyes watered. “But I can’t. I don’t know how, and I’m scared of losing her. I failed my marriage, my husband, and I don’t know if I could handle failing her, too.” A tear escaped from her eye but she quickly wiped it away.

Here sat this woman I barely knew, other than through passing, and there she was sharing her deepest, darkest secrets with me.

“I’m not one to judge, ma’am. I love your daughter. I love her very much. I didn’t know love like that existed. I hate seeing her sad or upset. That’s why I’m here. It’s why I came. I know she would really love it if you were at that meet tomorrow. Sitting in the stands cheering her on.”

She nodded.

“It starts at seven in the morning and it will probably go till after lunch. It won’t fix everything, but at least it’s a start.”

“Did she tell you about—”

“Yes, ma’am, she did.”

“I figured as much.”

I stood and she followed, walking me toward the door. At the last second I turned to face her.

“You know, everything you just said to me. You should say to her, because I’m positive she would love to hear it.”