Page 49 of Give You Up

“I love that song. Ready?”

“Yeah, baby.” My hand firmly on her hip, I kiss the top of her head.

Here with her, I’m at peace. I’m not out to impress anyone with my throws. Or have the need to hear the crowd shouting and chanting my name. Or wonder if my mom is happy and my dad, faithful.

But the thing is, all good things come to an end. That’s what my parents’ separation taught me. What Syn ghosting me showed me.

Something else my dad taught me?

Don’t promise the world to the first girl who snags your heart.

Or commit to the first girl you knock up.

My mom fell into both categories.

I’ll learn from my father’s mistake.

I won’t promise the world to the first girl who snagged my heart.

I won’t commit to the first girl I knock up.

I’ll do one better than Dad.

I’ll fall in love with the girl who will someday be the mother of my future children.

18

Taron

It took me two hours to build her computer. She found the perfect spot for it too. Her bedroom. Afterward, we made the drive to Alexandria.

“I can’t believe there isn’t anything left except a room with a single bed.”

We didn’t count on a huge fundraising gala happening in downtown Alexandria. All the rich families from the outer towns are expected to show and bid on exotic vacation packages, priceless art, and limited edition sportscars.

“Doesn’t take much to bring the rich to their knees at the chance of spotting the reclusive Blaise Lexington. I hear her bodyguards are direct descendants of knights.”

“I asked her once at this party Dare and I went to. She admitted to spreading the rumors.”

“What?” I spin around and face Syn so fast, I tweak my lower back. “Fuck.”

“Are you okay?” She hurries over to me from where she’s hanging her clothes in the closet across from the bathroom.

Hunched over, I shake my head, my palm pressed on the spot with the sharp pains.

“Can you get to the bed?” Her beautiful face is so close to mine, I see the speckles of gray in her blue eyes.

“Maybe,” I grind out from between my clenched jaw.

Shit, if I weren’t in so much pain, I’d cross that damn friend zone and score me a touchdown, kissing Syn until she melts against me.

“Here, I’ll help you.”

She loops her arm through mine and guides me out of the huge bathroom and to the bed. I glance over my shoulder. The bathroom has one of those showers with double shower heads. It’s a guy’s wet dream come true.

I can picture it now, needing a distraction from the pain in a bad way. Syn is naked with her head tipped back. Beads of water slide down her sexy body. The drops cling to her tits, giving me an excuse to lick the little buds and suck and suck until she moans my name.

After I am done licking off the drops of water, I would get down on my knees, part her legs and eat her out. She would guide me over her heated core with her fingers trenched in my hair. I would taste her and only come up for air when she begs me to fill her with my hard-as-steel rod.

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