Undo Me (The Good Ol' Boys #3) (24 page)

I needed to set him free.

He didn’t deserve this.

Me.

What was left of me.

I dug my fingernails as hard as I could into the palms of my hands to keep from giving in to every last promise he made. Every last word that fell from his lips.

I couldn’t do this to him anymore.

I needed to end it, knowing that all it would take was a few simple words.  

I swallowed hard and with the coldest, detached voice I could muster, I said, “I don’t love you anymore. I can’t love you after what happened, it’s too hard. I just can’t. My love for you died the day that I did.” Tears fell down the sides of my face, one right after the other. Waiting for him to respond with what I already knew was coming.

The end.

“Promise?” he simply wept.

I closed my eyes and pictured that day.

His
hands…

His
lips…

His
thrusts…

And whispered, “Always.” Hammering the final nail in the coffin.

I pushed him off of me like he disgusted me, and I knew he could feel it. I walked toward the door, looking back one last time to find him on his hands and knees, bowing his head in defeat as I bowed mine. I never meant to say all the hateful things that came out of my mouth. I didn’t think it was his fault. Not for one second. I was just trying to add fuel to the fire of our now tainted love.

I wanted one last time with him, I was planning on breaking his heart by walking out, I needed to set us free from each other, we had become toxic. But when he called me baby… Dylan was gone and the faceless man was in front of me. The two men became one and a volatile feeling took over.

I left him there, broken.

Knowing that he would never look at me the same.

Knowing that what we had was gone.

Knowing that he would now know that, too.

He would hate me, and the thought of that alone made my body shudder to the point of pain. I walked back to my mom’s car numb, cold, and alone.

I drove the entire way home in a fog of my own doing. I parked the car in the driveway, taking a deep breath before I turned my face to see what was in the passenger seat.

And then…

I fucking lost it.

I sobbed for hours upon hours, days upon days, months upon months.  

Years to come.

Clutching on to the only love I’ve ever known who gave me the same jewelry box that made me feel not so alone because he knew that it would…

Undo me.

I was halfway through my junior year in college. I hadn’t seen or talked to Aubrey in almost two damn years. I wish I could say I forgot about her, but I'd be lying. I would see her in just a few short hours, since we promised Half-Pint we would come and visit her on spring break. Her and Aubrey shared an apartment in California, both attending UCLA. They still remained close. I didn’t allow Alex to be caught up in our bullshit; it had nothing to do with her. She was halfway through her freshman year of college and Aubrey was a sophomore.

I knew Alex needed us now more than ever since she was going through so much shit with Lucas knocking someone up. He was going to be a father in just a few short months. Another bomb was dropped on us; Lucas’ mom had stage three breast cancer.

We all took the news hard, but that was fucking life.

“What is that?” she asked, pulling me away from my thoughts and nestling closer to my torso, with one arm over my chest and her leg draped over mine.

“None of your goddamn business.” I grinned, trying to lessen the blow of my direct response. Placing my keychain back on the dresser.

She melted in my arms the exact way I knew she was going to. Women were predictable beings. It didn’t matter how I said something, anything. All that mattered was the way it was delivered.

With a grin, always a grin.

“Am I going to see you tonight?” she questioned, trying to mold her body closer to mine, making me hot.

“Highly unlikely,” I put it to her bluntly.

“Aren’t you going to miss me?” she purred into my chest.

She was my professor’s daughter. I had met her a few times in passing and each time she saw me, she eye-fucked the shit out of me. Spring break had officially started yesterday, and I decided to start it with a bang. The professor was a prick, always busting my balls about one thing or another, so I decided to put them in his daughter’s mouth.

“Probably not,” I grinned again and hastily pulled myself away from her.

This pussy was getting way too attached for my liking. If there was one thing I hated most about women, it was their neediness. It wasn’t an attractive quality to have, and trust me, men didn’t fucking like it.

Especially a man like me.

“When will I see you again?”

I sighed, annoyed with the constant questions and badgering. This chick couldn’t take a goddamn hint. I didn’t mind being an asshole.

In fact, I fucking preferred it.

“Darlin’, does it look like I’m the type of man to make promises?”

Her eyes widened, shocked.

I stood up from the bed. I had my fun, and now it was time to go. I pulled my jeans on, zipped them, and stepped into my sandals, never taking my eyes off of hers.

“We had a great time, but let’s call a spade a spade. I’m not the first man you’ve brought home.” I shrugged and nodded toward her. “And let’s be honest, I’m not going to be the last,” I chuckled.

Her eyebrows lowered, making her eyes appear smaller. “You fucking asshole!” she yelled.

Women’s moods changed faster than their goddamn panties.

“I call it like I see it,” I stated with a big smile.

At least she was amusing.

“Fuck you!” she roared.

I nodded. “I did that. Twice to be exact, but if I go by how many times I made you come… I would say closer to five… maybe six.”

Her jaw dropped.

I rolled down my shirt and raised an eyebrow. “Don’t keep your pretty little mouth open like that unless you want me to stick something in it. Or is that your plan? Do you want me to fuck your face? Because all you had to do was say please,” I crudely mocked.

She scoffed in disgust. “You’re unbelievable. I’m not that desperate,” she challenged, and it instantly made my dick hard.  

“Is that right?” I cocked my head to the side and narrowed my eyes, biting my lower lip.

I walked to the edge of the bed and her eyes glazed over. I leaned forward and grabbed her ankles, tugging her over to me. She gasped as the sheet effortlessly fell off her naked body. I casually massaged her foot as I crouched down to the ground. She was leaning up on her elbows and her chest was rising and falling with every movement of my body.

She knew what I was going to do. She wanted it. Which is probably why she was provoking me. Women like her knew exactly what kind of man I was, that’s why they wanted to fuck me in the first place.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

Pleasure was a powerful thing.

“So, tell me again? What were you saying? Hmmm…” I taunted, spreading her legs to the sides of my shoulders. I kissed along her knee and made my way down, slowly. “Something about not being desperate?” I repeated, wanting her words to sink in.

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 made my way down to where she wanted me the most.

Her pussy.

I kissed her pubic area, she was trimmed and I appreciated the effort, although hair didn’t bother me much.

Pussy was pussy.  

“That feel good?” I provoked, faintly kissing her clit that was still exposed from our last session.

She moaned and her head fell back.

I silently laughed as she gyrated her hips against the bed, a silent plea to keep going. “Because…” I tenderly licked her nub.

Exactly the way she wanted me to.

Exactly the way she loved.

“From where I’m lapping…” I murmured, sucking her clit into my mouth, enjoying the taste of her for a few seconds as her legs tightened around me.

“I can smell…” I added, shoving my tongue into her opening, pushing it in and out a few times before suddenly moving away.

She immediately looked up at me, bewildered and aroused.

I nodded toward her. “The desperation is all fucking over you,” I viciously spewed, kissing the air and standing. I turned and grabbed my keys and headed toward the door.

“Oh my God!” she screamed out in frustration but also in urgency. She was like a bitch in heat. She wanted me to treat her like a play-toy.

They all do.

I turned and grinned. “Not God, darlin’, Dylan,” I stated, winking at her one last time and getting the fuck out of there. Women could turn violent real quick. I got in my car and sped down the road faster than a bat out of Hell, making it back to my apartment with plenty of time to spare before our flight left that afternoon. She didn’t live far from campus,
Daddy
wanted to keep her close.

I walked into my apartment that I still shared with Jacob, except Austin was our new roommate since Lucas moved back to Oak Island. He wanted to step up and help raise his son, Mason. I for one commended him for it. Plus, he wanted to help out with his mom and Lily, who was now a sixteen-year-old young woman that Jacob couldn’t stop playing this cat-and-mouse game with. It was only a matter of time before he wouldn’t be able to keep his dick in his pants.

Despite my not so subtle warnings.

“You’re such a fucking asshole.”
Speaking of the devil, Jacob.

I put my hands in the air. “What the fuck did I do now? I just got here.”

His friend Troy was on the couch with his girlfriend sitting beside him. I never told Jacob, but she came on to me the last time they were here. When he and Troy left to go buy more beer, I let her suck my cock. It was none of my goddamn business, and if Troy couldn’t see what a slut she was, then that was his problem not mine. At least I didn’t fuck her, even though she begged me to.

Austin was lying on the other couch, and he looked high as shit. God knows what the hell he was taking now. He was never the same after the car accident and we all knew it, especially me.

Jacob followed me into my bedroom.

“How was last night?”

I smiled.

“You know that’s probably going to come back and bite you in the ass, right? I mean fucking the professor’s daughter. That’s quite a stupid move, even for you.”

I shrugged. “I’m not worried about it.” I wasn’t.

“Of course, you’re not. Was it at least worth it?”

“Nothin’ to call home about.” I zipped my duffle bag.

He laughed. “You’re such an asshole. I have no idea how you score as much pussy as you do. Everyone knows you’re a dick.”

“And that’s exactly why. I don’t give a fuck what people think, especially women.”

“You’re worse than you were in high school. You’re aware of that, right? Isn’t college supposed to make something out of you?”

I chuckled. “It made something out of me, I’m just not quite sure what that is yet.”

He sat on the edge of my bed. “You all packed?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“So, you ready for this week? You know Alex would understand if you stayed back. You sure—”

“I’m sure.”

He nodded, understanding. “You know this probably doesn’t make a difference, but Aubrey was fine with us staying at their apartment. Half-Pint even said she seemed somewhat excited.”

I narrowed my eyes at him and scoffed. “You’re right, it doesn’t make one damn bit of difference. How many times do I have to tell you, Jacob? She was just a girl I used to fuck.” 

He sighed, not believing my poker-face. I barely believed the shit that spewed out of my mouth when it came to her. 

It didn’t matter how many women I had been balls deep in since her.

I. Always. Saw. Her. Face.

Their plane landed forty-five minutes ago.

They would be here any second.

I tossed and turned all night. I couldn’t fall asleep to save my life, not that I ever slept well anymore to begin with. I couldn’t remember the last time I slept more than three or four hours straight, or didn’t wake up from a nightmare.

I paced around the living room anxiously waiting. Alex was in her bedroom with Cole. Yes, that same Cole that made Lucas’ life a living Hell in high school now kept Alex warm at night. I couldn’t blame her. Lucas fucked up royally. She was just moving on with her life. It only took nineteen, almost twenty years for her to finally do so.

I liked Cole.

He was good to her.

But he wasn’t Lucas, and I knew that as much as she did.

“Alright, darlin’,” Cole said, walking into the living room.

I internally cringed every time I heard him call her that.

“I’ll see you later.” He kissed her. “See ya, Aubrey.” He nodded toward me and left.

“Cole doesn’t want to make best friends with the boys before he leaves?” I teased, sitting on the couch, placing my legs under me.

Alex was as perceptive as they come. She already knew I was freaking the fuck out without even witnessing it.

“Hardly,” she chuckled, sitting the same way I was on the armchair. “By the way, the boys don’t exactly know that Cole and I are,” she hesitated for a few seconds, debating on what to say, “dating.”

I grinned. “Now, why is that, Half-Pint?”

She cocked her head to the side, arching an eyebrow. “Is that the third or fourth outfit you’ve changed into?” She eyed me up and down.