Chapter 40
DANIEL
I was fucked.
Little Melly Harwood was nothing like what everyone in town thought.
Ang thought I needed to tread carefully.
Deek thought I’d fuck her and toss her aside like a candy wrapper.
She wasn’t shy. Or meek. She was cautious.
Who could blame her with her psycho mother?
I remembered when my dad left and moved across town. A few nights a week, Deek and I had to eat dinner with Sheila in their new house. I understood that he’d been in a new relationship, but at eight, it was just weird.
Sure, I had friends back then whose parents were divorced, but none had broken up because of an affair that turned into a marriage and kids.
I always carried a tinge of disrespect for my dad and how he treated my mom. Dumping her as he had. So when Deek insinuated I’d do the same with Melly, it cut deep.
But I was leaving today. It was still dark out, my bedside clock reading just before six.
Melly was in my arms, and she was using my chest for a pillow. Her hair was everywhere, like a silky curtain over my skin. She was warm and soft and it felt fucking amazing to hold her.
There were only hours to go. And I didn’t want to leave her.
I sighed, but tried to hold still so I didn’t wake her. I had shit to sort out in my head and I kept her awake–and screaming my name–until after one.
I wanted to go. Fuck, did I want to get on that plane and get the hell out of Hunter Valley. I could practically taste the freedom. The ability to do whatever the fuck I wanted. Wherever, whenever. No school lunches. No payroll. No PeeWee football practice or pizza and beer with my brothers.
It also meant no more Melly. No more of her curiosity when it came to my dick and what could be done with it. No more side-of-the-road BJs. No more tiny Fred. No more… this.
I squeezed her because I had her now. In my arms. Naked. Sated.
Three days wasn’t enough. I didn’t know enough about her.
How could I in such a short time? But I knew there was chemistry here.
Need. Desire. Possessiveness, too. She flared protective instincts that were off the charts.
I stormed into Kincaids to get to her when she drunk dialed me.
I pretty much broke into her house the night before when I found out her mom was there, ditching the guys and my going away beers at Kincaids.
Her pussy was mine. Her orgasms. Her cries of pleasure. Her sly smiles that were just for me. Her curious nature. Her… She was mine.
But she wasn’t.
I was leaving and she was going to find some other guy who would see the real woman she tried so fucking hard to protect.
I growled.
She stirred. Sniffed. Lifted her head to look at me. It was dark, but I hadn’t closed the blinds when I carried her to bed and the moon was bright. She was cast in a white glow, but I could see her clearly.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Come with me.”
Shit. I hadn’t meant to say that. No, I had.
“What?”
“Come with me. To Scotland.”
She pushed up to sitting and now her bare body glowed.
Fuck, she was so pretty. Those full tits were heavy and just begging to be cupped and sucked. I hadn’t put my dick between those lush globes yet and fucked them.
Now I was hard. Shit.
“You want me to go to Scotland with you?”
I nodded against the pillow. “Yeah. Why not?”
Her eyes widened. “My life is here. I have a job. Fred’s having puppies next week.”
Fred was asleep, making whiffling sounds from her dog bed Melly had placed by the window.
“Danny can raise the puppies.” Now I was asking her to be Haven, abandoning puppies to go live her life elsewhere. Ditching them with the dad. “Look, all I know is this isn’t done. Us. I want more.”
“You’re leaving the country. There can’t be more.”
“Come with me,” I repeated. “It’ll be fun.”
She shook her head. “No. I want more, too, but this is it. The contract’s almost over. I can’t just leave.”
“Why not?”
“The puppies–”
“Won’t be puppies for long. We can change the contract if you want. My house. Your house. The world.”
Leaning down, she kissed me, her tits pressing into my chest. “I can’t.”
“Can’t, or won’t?” I said, stroking her silky hair back as it fell around us in a curtain.
“Both.” She kissed me again with much more enthusiasm, then rose so she straddled my waist. “One last time.”
When she sank down onto me, one last time sounded fucking awful.