Give Me This (It's Kind Of Personal Book 6)

by Anna Brooks

  Chapter 22

  Amie

  THE RATIONAL PART OF me knows I’d be stupid to hold a grudge against him for something that happened so long ago. But there’s also the jealous, insecure woman part. I know he loves me, and I know he was young and stupid. And he didn’t technically cheat, but it still hurts. And with everything else that’s happened to us in such a short period of time, a few days to think wasn’t a bad thing.

  I stop by his place, but remember he’s working since it’s Sunday, so I go to the pub and sit at the bar.

  Nik greets me. “Hey.”

  “Hi. Dec in back?”

  “No, he’s off today.”

  “Oh.” I thought he worked today. “I’ll take a drink since I’m here.”

  He comes back and slides a vodka cranberry my way. “Thanks.”

  “No problem.”

  He wants to say something; he’s debating it behind his eyes, but taps his knuckles on the bar and walks away instead.

  Yeah, I know. I’m a bitch. I’m surprised he didn’t spit in my drink.

  I shoot a text to Declan and let him know that I stopped by his house, and now I’m at the pub looking for him. Since he’s gone somewhere, I’ll just wait for him to get back. Hopefully he’ll want to see me, and then we can put everything behind us.

  Not only have I missed Declan, but I’ve also missed Clover something fierce. She might not be my biological daughter, but I never thought I’d feel the motherly instincts I do with her.

  In order to get away from the scrutiny of Nik, I go upstairs and put some money in the dart machine and begin to play a game by myself. After two games, I’m about to head out and drive back to Declan’s house when I hear some familiar voices.

  “Amie?”

  I turn around and see a group of teachers from my school, fresh from a softball game. “Hey. You guys win?”

  “You know it. The Wolf Pack remains undefeated!” Several of the guys howl, and I laugh at them.

  “Well, I’m glad. Have a good night.”

  “What? You can’t leave. We just got here,” Brett, the gym teacher, says. “Ross is coming up with pitchers. Stay and have a beer with us.”

  I look down at my phone and see no text from Declan yet. It’s only seven now, so I nod. “Sure. Just one, though.”

  Ross, who is the assistant principal, comes up and serves our drinks. Everyone toasts to their win, and Brett challenges me to a game of darts.

  I look around, feeling a little guilty for being surrounded by guys while I’m waiting for Declan. It’s not as if I’m doing anything wrong. These are all my co-workers, and I see them every day as it is.

  “Sure. Don’t cry when you lose, though, okay?” I tease him and grab a set of darts after starting a game of Cricket.

  “Them’s fightin’ words, lady.”

  “No.” I step back on the line and hit a bull’s-eye. “Them’s winning words.”

  Everyone heckles Brett, and as the game goes on, I continue to win. I don’t notice who refills it, but when I go to take a drink of my beer, I almost spill it because it’s to the rim of the glass. I take a sip and set it back down, then go in for the kill.

  When the lights flash as I win, I pump my hands in the air. “Ha-ha!”

  “I need a rematch. I was just getting warmed up.”

  “Excuses, excuses.”

  “Best outta two.”

  “Fine. I only have time for one more game anyway…”

  He raises an eyebrow at me. “You’re awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

  I just laugh at his comment, and we begin playing another game. When it’s obvious that I’m going to beat him again, he starts trying to distract me. He pushes me or waves his hands and yells really loudly.

  Nothing stops me, though, because I manage to beat him again. As I raise my hands in the air and turn around to mock him, I freeze when I see Declan.

  He’s standing in the corner with his arms crossed across his chest. His eyes are on me, and when he sees that I see him, he uncrosses his arms and walks to me. A bit of anger and possession flash in his eyes, but I’ll take it ’cause it looks good on him.

  Brett stands in front of me, not noticing that I’m looking at the man who owns every piece of me… mind, body, and soul. “I’d offer to buy you a shot, but I think you should get me one for emasculating me.”

  My focus is on Declan, and I watch as he stands behind Brett, waiting. For me. “I… uh, I can’t.”

  Declan’s eyes narrow when Brett reaches up and gives me a playful shove. “I’m just messing with you. I’ll buy you a shot. Come on.”

  A million words pass between Dec and me with just a look. Forgiving, understanding, acceptance. Finality. I shake my head at Brett and begin to walk around him. Declan holds out his hand for me, and I take it, following him down the stairs.

  He leads me to his office. After we enter, he turns around to shut and lock the door.

  “Dec—”

  “Don’t talk right now.”

  He pushes me back against the wall and grabs my face. He looks at me briefly, his eyes telling me with more than words what he’s feeling right now. He presses his lips against mine and urgently parts them with his tongue.

  His fingertips curl into my hair as he kisses me. I grab his wrists for stability and kiss him back, trying to show him how much I fucking love him. How much I’ve missed him… not only the past few days but for far longer than that. His tongue rubs against the roof of my mouth, and I moan at the contact, leaning further back into the wall.

  He presses the length of his body against mine, and every single hard inch feels phenomenal. The rock hard bulge in his jeans rubs against the thin material of my skirt, and I moan into his mouth, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

  I reach for his zipper and begin undoing his jeans while he grabs the bottom of my skirt and lifts it. He cups my mound and pushes at my thong. Our teeth crash together as we fumble with each other’s clothes. As soon as his jeans are at his ankles, he grabs me by the hips and turns me around.

  We shuffle to his desk, and as soon as my chest is on the wood, he rubs the tip of his cock against me. My wetness makes it easy for him to thrust all the way in until his sack slaps up against my clit. I gasp at the sudden fullness, and he grabs my hair and leans over me, his harsh breath coming out roughly against my ear.

  “We’re done with this shit. You hear me?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m so mad at you for leaving. I understand why you did it but no more, understand?” He pulls out and slams back inside.

  “Okay.”

  “Okay, what?” He grits through his clenched teeth.

  I practically growl when he grinds himself against me. “God, no more of the stupid shit.”

  He lets go of my hair and twines his arms around my chest and under my shirt to reach my breasts. With rough hands, he grabs them and fucks me hard.

  “Who do you belong to, Mimi?”

  “What?”

  He stops moving, and I mewl in protest. “I said who do you belong to?”

  “You. Always you.”

  His thrusts pick up again, and I push up on my tiptoes. “Oh, my God.” He gets in even deeper, and I can feel myself starting to tighten around him.

  “Me, Amie. Only me.”

  “Yes, only you.”

  “You’re moving in, we’re getting married, and we’re living happily ever fucking after.”

  I drop my head to the desk and bite my arm to prevent the scream from tearing through my throat.

  “Tell me.” He grunts. “Fucking tell me.”

  “Yes,” I scream. Fuck it; I can’t hold my orgasm back anymore. “God, yes Declan.”

  “Fuck.” He collapses on top of my back, his own release mixing with mine, but keeps himself inside me. “This is it, honey. No going back. Ever.”

  “I don’t want to go back.”

  “Good, because I won’t let you.”

  I manage to lift my head
up to turn and kiss the side of his mouth. “I love you.”

  “I know. I love you, too.”

  “And I love Clover. I want us to be the family we always wanted.”

  “Then that’s what you’ll have.”

  He slides out, and I immediately miss him. I’ve never felt more complete than when we’re joined and sharing our bodies with each other.

  He kisses between my shoulders and stands up. I hear him pull up his jeans and then the sound of tissue ripping out of a box. As I’m recovering, he comes back and helps me roll over. He uses the tissues to clean me up, and then he tosses them in the garbage can.

  Right before he pulls my jeans up, he leans down and traces his finger over the small scar on my abdomen. “I wish I would have been there for you.”

  He grabs my hands and pulls me to standing, and then he kneels to pull my undies up. He stays on his knees and wraps his arms around me, pressing his face into my stomach. I run my fingers through his hair and sigh in contentment.

  Moments pass, and when he presses a kiss against my belly button, I giggle. He nips at my skin, and then stands up. His eyes sparkle when they finally catch a glimpse of the ring on my finger.

  “You still have it.” He lifts my left hand and kisses the silver ring on my ring finger.

  “Mimi.” Declan suddenly looks serious, and I sit up on the couch.

  “What?”

  “I love you.”

  “I know. I love you too.”

  “I want you to have this.”

  He takes a ring out of his pocket and holds it up to me. It’s beautiful. Simple silver with a small row of diamonds in the middle. I shakily take it from him and blink back tears. “What is this for?”

  “Just because I love you, and I know we’re too young to get married, but this is just a symbol of my love for you.”

  “Dec…”

  “I want everyone to know that you’re taken, too.” The left side of his lips tilts up in a sexy smile.

  “I think everyone already does. We’ve been dating for over a year.”

  His eyes squint a little bit, and he sighs. “I trust you with everything that I am, and I know you’d never cheat on me. It pisses me off when I see a guy flirting with you, but I can’t blame them. You’re fucking gorgeous.”

  “Stop.” I blush and shake my head, my curly blond hair masking the redness on my face.

  “And you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I’d really like it if you’d wear it on your ring finger.”

  My eyes widen, and she chuckles. “I’m not asking you to marry me… yet, but if guys see it there, they’ll at least know that you’re in a—”

  “Shut up.” I interrupt him and slide the ring on my finger then hold it up for him to see. “I love it, and I’m happy to wear it to deter any guys, because you’re the only one I want. The only one I will ever want.”

  Chapter 23

  Declan

  “AND YOU’RE THE ONLY one I’ll ever want, too.”

  I lean over and kiss her, palming one of her big tits. “God, I can’t wait till I can play with these all weekend.”

  She slaps my hands and pushes me away. “You’re such a perv. You just gave me this beautiful ring and said all these nice things, and then you go and ruin it by being all nasty.”

  I shrug. “Can’t help it. You make my dick hard.”

  “Perv.”

  “I bet if I shoved my hand up your little skirt, you’d be all wet for me.”

  “Declan, shh.” She looks around my living room, and while she’s distracted, I stick my hand up her skirt.

  She tries to push my arm away, but I use my other hand and grab her dainty wrists. “Let me feel.”

  “Dec…” She closes her eyes when I glide my knuckle across the cotton of her panties.

  Hooking my index finger, I pull them aside and tease her tight little hole with my pinky. “Yeah, you’re soaked.” I push the material out of my way, and then press two fingers inside her.

  “God.”

  “Nope, still me.”

  She smiles as I pump in and out of her. Voices upstairs begin to get louder, and she grabs my shoulder, her eyes flying to mine.

  “You had better hurry up and come, Mimi.”

  “Declan, I can’t.”

  I press my thumb tight against her clit, and a rush of moisture runs down my fingers. “Yes, you can, Amie. Come for me.”

  “Dec…”

  I pound a little faster and a rub a little harder. Her walls tighten around me, and I cover her mouth with mine to muffle her cries of pleasure. She shakes around me, and I laugh when she curses under her breath.

  “Stop doing that to me.”

  “What?”

  Her hands slap at my arm, and she points between her legs. “That.”

  “Making you come? Never.” My parents turn the corner, and I yank my hand out of her and lean down to kiss her cheek, whispering in her ear. “I’ll promise I’ll never stop making you come, honey. It makes me happy, and you want me to be happy, right?”

  “I keep my promises,” I joke with her, knowing that we’re both remembering when I gave her that ring.

  “Yes, you do.” She smiles and hops off the desk.

  “You wanna go finish whooping that guy’s ass in darts?” I don’t know who he is, but she knows him somehow. “Who was that anyway?”

  “Brett. The gym teacher.”

  “Oh.”

  “And no, I want to go home.”

  “With me?”

  She smiles and wraps her arms around my neck. “Home is wherever you are.”

  * * *

  When we get outside, I steer her toward my car. “I’ll drive. You’ve been drinking.”

  She gets in but not without huffing. Once I pull away, the attitude comes out. “I had one vodka cranberry earlier, then like a beer and a half while I was playing darts.”

  “Four.”

  “What?”

  “They refilled your glass four times.”

  Her eyebrows scrunch together, but I have to keep an eye on the road, no matter how cute she is.

  “I noticed it once.”

  “The guy with the pitcher just kept filling everyone’s glasses. That’s how come people get so plastered off pitchers. They don’t realize how much they’re actually drinking. Happens all the time.”

  “Hmm.”

  “Where’s Clover?”

  “At Travis and Char’s. They’re going to keep her overnight, though, so we can… uh, talk.”

  Her gasp makes me laugh. “Talk about what?”

  “I’m joking, honey. That was what I told them. There’s not going to be a lot of talking tonight.”

  She rubs her thighs together. “Oh. Good.” She leans over and rests her head on my shoulder, just like she used to.

  I might be much older, but right now, I feel like a teenager discovering pussy for the first time. All I can think about is getting between her thighs and making her come over and over again. I remember all the dirty things we used to do and the one thing we never did.

  All the way home, I imagine all the different ways we’re going to reunite. All the ways I want to take her. But what I’m most looking forward to right now is holding her. Knowing she’s really mine again and absolutely nothing on this earth can take her away from me again.

  I park and walk around the car to open the door for her. She grabs my hand, and when we get inside, I bypass turning the lights on and go straight to my room. When she enters before me, she stops so fast I run into her.

  “What did you do?”

  “I made my house a home.”

  She turns and jumps into my arms, wrapping her entire body around mine. “I freaking love you so damn much.” Her voice fades away, and it turns into a cry. “I missed you.” Then a sob. “I missed so fucking much with you.”

  I carry her over to my new king-size bed and sit on the edge. She remains glued to me, and I run my fingers through her hair and put my lips right by he
r ear. “Shh. Stop cryin’, honey. I hate it when you cry.”

  “I can’t he… help it.”

  “No going back, remember. Only forward.”

  “But—”

  “No. Stop it. No regrets, baby, okay.”

  “I can’t help it.” She sucks in air between her crying. “I missed everything.” Her body shakes against mine, and I rock back and forth with her. “We’ll never get that time back.”

  “Listen.” I roll us over and wipe some hair off her face. She has her freaking legs wrapped around me so tightly, the heel of her shoe is digging into my ass, and as much as I’d like that another time, it fuckin’ hurts.

  I reach behind me and pry her legs apart then straddle her. “We’re not getting that time back. We can’t get back the past, but we also can’t live in it.”

  She sniffles, and I wipe a tear from her cheek. “I’m so sorry,” she whispers. “So sorry.”

  “It’ll be okay. I promise you that. Everything will be okay. As long as we have each other, everything will always be okay.”

  For the rest of the night we make love like there’s no tomorrow, and I hold her in my bed. I don’t dream of the woman who’s taken up so many nights of my dreams, because she’s finally in my arms again, for good this time.

  When I wake up in the morning, I reach over, and she’s not there. Immediate fear courses through me, but when I hear the water running, my heart rate returns to normal. While I’m waiting for her to finish her shower, I turn the TV on and stop at a game show.

  From the corner of my eye, I watch as she saunters out in nothing but a towel. She sees I’m awake and smiles. “Good morning.”

  “Bad morning,” I pout.

  “What? Why?”

  “Because I woke up and you weren’t here.” I toss the covers off her side and pat the mattress. “I got this bed so I could wake up with you in it.”

  “I have to get ready for work.”

  “Damn it, woman. Don’t you have ten minutes to lie here with me and make my dreams come true?”