Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Dean’s smile flashed, and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his body.
Shivers ran down my spine at being that close to Dean.
I’d met Dean at the fire station, of all places.
I’d been working for the city as a floating secretary, and they were juggling me between whatever city staffed offices needed a secretary at any given time.
When I’d met Dean for the first time, I’d fallen head over heels in love with him at first sight.
Dean walked with me, his arm around me keeping me close, all the way to his truck.
I’d followed him home to his house, where he’d switched his bike out for his truck.
Now I’d finally ridden in his truck, and it was just as nice from the inside as it was from the outside.
I wasn’t anywhere near as happy to get into it now as I had been earlier. I didn’t want the night to end, and getting into that truck signaled the night coming to a close, whether I wanted it to or not.
Except when he helped me into the truck, and then rounded to his side and got in, he didn’t immediately start the truck up.
He sat there in silence for so long that I hesitantly asked, “Are you okay?”
“I like you, July.”
I blinked, then butterflies started to take flight in my belly.
“You do?” I whispered softly, looking at him with so much hope in my eyes that it was comical.
At that, he nodded his head. “I do. A lot. But you should know a few things.”
“Okay,” I dragged out. “What things?”
“My instincts don’t normally lead me wrong, but I don’t want you to say yes to this—to us—if you don’t know what I am. How I like things,” he expounded.
“You’re making me nervous,” I told him.
“Good.” He finally turned his eyes to me. “You should be.”
“Why?”
“I’m not into labels or anything, but I’m not your regular, missionary sex every time kind of guy. I like sex a certain way, and it’s rare—if ever—that I give up control during sex. I like it hard and rough. I like to mix it up by doing different things. If you can’t handle that, I need to know now before I advance this any further.”
And my every instinct was screaming at me to throw myself into his arms and ask him just what exactly he needed to make him happy. I wanted to make this work.
I blinked, then smiled. “What do you want me to do?”
“What’s that smile for?” Des asked, interrupting my thoughts.
I grinned at her. “You remember when I told you about mine and Dean’s first date?”
She nodded. “Yeah, why?”
“I was just thinking of a way I could make him…remember our first date,” I explained. “Do you think he’d go for it?”
Her face broke out in a wide grin.
“You’re going to go to jail if you’re caught,” she replied bluntly.
I shrugged. “It’ll be worth it if he remembers.”
“He’ll remember,” she said. “If he doesn’t, then I’ll nut punch him.”
Des’ eyes sparkled.
“You’re going to have to give me all the details, you know.”
I grinned. “Oh, I will. Don’t you worry.”
***
Later that night, my nerves started to get the better of me.
“Where are you taking me?” Dean asked, leaning back in his seat, his eyes closed and his body relaxed.
I was driving his truck; firstly, because he was tired and looked it. He’d just come off of working a forty-eight-hour shift, and he’d been doing that more and more lately to cover for co-workers who all seemed to be going down with the flu.
Secondly, because I didn’t want him to say no before we got there.
I didn’t find out until a month into our relationship that Dean hated this restaurant. In fact, I’d not gone back in so long, even though it was my favorite restaurant to eat at in five cities, because it brought back too many memories.
Both good and bad.
Regardless of him not liking this place, I’d made a decision to go with it; despite his misgivings about the restaurant.
“It’s a surprise,” I said. “Are your eyes closed?”
“Mmm-hmm,” he grunted, sounding sleepy.
I grinned and turned back to the road, spending another five minutes winding my way through the busy streets of Kilgore to Cancun Dave’s.
The moment I pulled into the parking lot, Dean’s body tensed.
“What?” I asked him in worry.
“You’re not taking me where I think you’re taking me, are you?” he asked warily.
I grinned.
“Maybe,” I teased. “But we’re not going in.”
His eyes snapped open, and fire started to pour over me at the look he gave me.
“We’re not?” he asked silkily.
I shook my head, my body responding to the heated look in his eyes despite my mind telling my body to simmer down.
Dean reached for me the moment I had the truck in park, and I went willingly.
“You remembered,” he said.