Fall Secrets (Hernandez Brothers of Rose Valley #1)

4. Dexter

Dexter

Chapter four

Looking at my best friend right now, I’m shocked. Fuck, she is gorgeous. I've always thought she was but refused to allow myself to think of her as more than a friend. I can’t believe that she just confessed that she has feelings for me.And now that she has opened that idea, I can't seem to think of anything else other than how perfect she is for me.

My life is rough, dangerous and seems to be getting worse the more my dad brings me into his life. I never imagined Hazel, or really anyone being a part of that life. If my dad knew she meant more to me than a friend, he would threaten her even more than he already does.Right now, he just threatens to keep her from me if I make plans with her, when he thinks I should be training. If we were to start up a relationship beyond friendship, I'm not sure what he would do, but I can't imagine that it would be good.

Whenever I think about her future, I always picture her with a clean-cut, normal guy and I’m far from either. I’m the guy parents want to keep away from their daughters. Hazel's parents are the only ones who have ever taken me in and accepted me, despite my father.

Knowing her feelings, it changes things. I can't hold back anymore. When she first said she didn't want to be friends anymore, my heart dropped. I can't imagine my life without her in it in some capacity. But when she kept stumbling along, I started to soar the more that she explained that she wanted to be more than friends, I was able to relax and let my thoughts drift to what our life could look like. Coming home to her every night, snuggling in bed as we watch Netflix. Laughing in the kitchen as we cook together, telling each other about our day.

I want those things. I never realized until she confessed her feelings. Now that I know she feels the same, I won't be able to control myself and stay away like I should. Despite my concerns of getting her further into my life, ’ve wanted to ask her out for a while now, but the timing never seemed right. Now the longer she looks at me with hope in her eyes, all of those reasons feel like excuses.

My eyes are drawn to her lips as she licks them, making my own tingle. I want to lean in and kiss her, but I need to make sure we play this right. It's important that she knows that once we cross that line, that's it. She's mine forever.

Fuck, I haven’t said anything in a while and she is probably freaking out. I need to tell her that I feel the same before she goes all Hazel and starts overthinking my silence. I press my mouth against her ear “Hazel, I’m fucking obsessed with you.”

When she turns back to me, her eyes are dilated, and her cheeks have some color to them. Did my girl just get turned on? Does she like dirty talk?

If she likes that, she hasn’t seen anything yet. I bet if I felt her , she would be wet. I move closer to her, placing my hand on her leg. Her breathing stutters. “God, you are so fucking beautiful. Haze, you need to understand that more means you are mine. And I don’t share.”

I glide my palm up her thigh, shifting my body as close as this seat will allow all while blocking the world from seeing what I’m about to do to My Girl. When I cup her pussy over her underwear, she lets out a moan. “Sugar lips, you’re so wet. Is that for me?”

"Sugar Lips?" she asks in a breathy tone.

"Yeah, every time I look at your lips, I imagine they taste like pure sugar. So sweet but so sinful." I trail my finger over her plump bottom lip.

She hums. I move her underwear to the side and swipe my finger up her center. She lets out a small moan. I move to her clit and start to circle it. Her moan gets a little bit louder as her eyes flutter. She’s lost in this moment with me. Hell, she is so hot like this.

I whisper into her ear, “Do you know how often I’ve thought about how sweet and tight this pussy must be? How about knowing how many times I’ve jerked off fantasizing about how it would feel to have you, wrapped around my cock?”

Her hips rock back and forth trying to get more friction. I can’t deny her anymore. I give her what she needs as I push a finger inside her. Her legs open wider, giving me more access and I then dip another finger into her. Her pussy flutters around my fingers. Her body is telling me how much she needs this. Inserting a third finger, she rocks even harder. “Fuck yeah, baby, ride my hand. Take what you need from me.”

Hazel’s eyes open and she looks straight at me as her orgasm takes flight.

"Dex." She moans and my cock presses into my zipper even more from hearing my name drip from her lips. I want to hear those sounds for the rest of my life.

I keep moving my hand in and out of her as she comes down from her high. Once she is done, I move her underwear back to cover her pussy, I lick my fingers clean. “Mmm…I knew you would have the sweetest pussy.”

I need to kiss her. I need to find out if her lips really do taste like sugar and sin. I want her to know exactly how I feel. I’m not great with words, they’ve never been my strong suit, but I can show her. Grabbing her neck, I pull her closer to me, so our foreheads are touching. I breathe her in and her perfume that smells like apples and cinnamon reminds me of home. Hazel as always felt like home, a safe place for me. Growing up I never felt safe at home with my dad especially once my mother passed. As the years went on, he drank more and more, and we never knew when he would lash out at us in anger. But with Hazel she always took care of me and let me be who I needed to be. That has never changed over the years.

I bend down and glide my tongue across her lips. As she opens them to let me in, I take advantage and push my tongue in stroking hers. The electricity between us is so potent it singes my skin.

It’s always been there, but now it seems it’s been amplified. I pull away just as the Ferris wheel comes to a stop.

Before getting off, I look straight into her moss green eyes, that way she knows that I’m serious with my next words. “Now that I’ve had you, you're mine for good.”

We stare at each other as our obsession intensifies. The attendant opens the cart door for us and clears his throat, breaking the small bubble that surrounds us. I take her hand and pull her off the ride.

She giggles and the sounds sets my soul on fire. “I can’t believe we just did that. I’ve never orgasmed in public before, that was so hot!”

Hazel keeps talking and a red hue creeps up her body. She’s nervous, so I stop her by leaning in and kissing her again. I’ve never felt a connection like this before with anyone. Just like the oxygen that fills my lungs, the food we eat or the water we drink to sustain our bodies, I need her kisses in order to stay alive.

I reluctantly pull away to look at her. She’s smiling, her lips red and swollen from our kissing. Fuck, I’m so lucky. I wrap my arms around her. “That was hot. Let’s go get some funnel cake. Then later I might have a different sweet treat."