Page 128 of Small Town Firsts

CHAPTER 27

BROCK

I pullAbby Jane aside while everyone else heads to the parking lot. “Can we go somewhere and talk?” Like the fucking band at Vinny’s…seven days without her has made me weak, and I might die if I have to wait another second to have her alone. Plus, we have a fuck-ton to talk about.

She hesitates, and I swear my heart skips a beat…or three. Finally, she nods, and I clasp her hand in mine, leading her to my truck. Stacia shoots us a mischievous grin while West simply smirks.

I pull my keys from my pocket and hit the unlock button before opening Abby Jane’s door for her. She’s in the process of buckling her seatbelt when my mom walks over and joins us.

Mom wraps me in her arms and squeezes me tight in that way only a mother can. “Oh, honey. I’m so sorry I let things get like this.”

“It’s okay, Mom.”

“No. No, it isn’t. But I swear I’ll make it up to you. I know you two have a lot to discuss, so go on.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, selfishly hoping she says yes so I can get my girl somewhere private.

“I’m sure. Why don’t y’all come for breakfast tomorrow?”

I glance to Abby Jane, and she gives a small nod. “Sounds good. Love you.”

“Love you too, honey. Drive safe, okay?” Mom presses a kiss to my temple and sets off toward her car.

Abby Jane pulls her door closed, and I head around to the driver’s side and climb up next to her. “Mind if we head to your place?” My voice shakes with nerves.

“That’s fine, Brock.” Her tone is soft and gives nothing away.

The elevator ride upto her apartment is quiet, but not in a comfortable way. It’s tense and awkward—much like the drive over. I feel we’re trapped in a will-she-or-won’t-she limbo.

Will she understand, forgive, and take me back…or will she tell me to kick rocks? Even though she told me she loves me too, I’m still nervous. Is it enough for her to get over what I put her through? Honestly, it could go either way.

Once we enter her apartment, we both just lamely stand there, staring at one another. I’m too chickenshit to make the first move, and Abby Jane looks torn. Finally, after several tense moments, she launches herself at me, twining her arms around my neck and wrapping her legs around my waist. I barely manage to catch her without both of us landing on the floor—sheer determination to never let Abby Jane down again gives me strength though—and turning towards the wall I lean into her.

“Don’t think this means you’re off the hook.” She cries the words against my lips. “I just…need this. Now.” Her words end as she licks her tongue across the seam of my lips. Instantly, I part them, granting her entry—like I’d ever deny her.

Our kiss is some sort of reckoning—all-encompassing and powerful. A fucking tornado could have swept us away, and Idon’t think we would have noticed. She keeps her lips sealed to mine until we have to pull away to breathe.

Both of our chests are heaving as we come back down to earth. “I really fucking love you, firecracker. More than words can describe.”

“Speaking of words…I guess we should talk.”

“We probably should,” I agree.

“C’mon.” She links her pinky with mine, not releasing me until we’re in her bedroom. “I’m gonna get changed first,” she says as I take a seat at the foot of her bed.

Abby Jane turns her back to me and slips the straps of her dress over her shoulders before shimmying it down her body. I almost choke on my fucking tongue when I see that she’s as naked as the day she was born.

“Fuuuuuck,” I groan out the word, taking in her creamy, tattooed skin, my eyes clinging to the sweet curve of her ass.

The thought of her with nothing under that dress all night just about does me in. She’s a temptress without even trying.

She steps into her closet and comes back out in a pair of hipster panties and a tank top and crawls into the bed, slipping under the covers. “Mind if I join?” I ask, not wanting to assume.

“Sure.”

“Mind if I get a bit more comfortable?”

She gulps, then shakes her head that she doesn’t mind.

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