Page 89 of Barefoot Dreams
“Um, didn’t you already give me your seal of approval when we first met?”
“That was before I learned you have an asshole bone in your body.”
“What? I do not.”
“When it comes to Julie, yeah, you do,” Luke helpfully chimes in. “But that’s beside the point. Please do state your intentions.”
“Are you all nuts?”
“You forget where you live?” Alec adds. “Of course we are. So?”
“Jesus.” I take a step away from Jacob. “Let a guy breathe, yeah?” But he just comes right back up to my face. “Oh my God, we are dating, okay? Are you all happy now?”
“Maybe.” Jacob narrows his eyes at me. “I’ll let you know after I talk to her.”
“Dating as in sleeping together? Or dating as in she’s going to be your wife one day?” Alec asks.
“Dating as in we are seeing where this goes but I have feelings for her.”Feelingsis not the right word here, but hell if these idiots will be the first to hear that I’m hopelessly and desperately in love with her. “And what do you mean I have an asshole bone when it comes to her?” I throw the question at Luke, confused.
“Dude, she had the biggest crush on you when we were kids, and you mostly ignored her.”
“I didn’t.” I sigh.
“What?”
“I didn’t ignore her. I didn’t know she had a crush on me because I was too busy having one on her,” I admit.
The shocking silence in the office is broken by Fiona when she hollers, “Chief! We’ve got a call!” Luke and I instantly jump up, running for the door.
“Do not think you were saved by this morbid bell.” Jacob throws a warning finger my way. “We’ll get back to this enlightening turn of events as soon as you’re back.”
The call is bogus as usual in LC, but I gladly take it upon myself to search every nook and cranny of Mrs. Kent’s house for her lost kitty for half a day just to avoid going back.
There’s only so much a guy can take in twenty-four hours—and sharing secrets from my childhood is not on the menu today.
I wake up to the sweetest sound. Julie.
“I promise I’ll enjoy that non-coffee coffee way more than that asshole. Come on, Jules,” I hear Luke pleading and Julie giggling sweetly in response.
Oh, hell no. He’s not getting my mushroom coffee.
I basically jump out of the small cot where those of us on duty take naps during a shift and run straight at my girl, elbowing theactualasshole out of the way. Jesus, it hasn’t even been a day since I last saw her but I have to restrain myself when I see my gorgeous girl. Mine.
She stands there like a vision, her messy hair in one of her up-dos with a white bandana that ties in a bow, those freckles so prominent in the morning sunlight, and I have this crazy urge to kiss each one just like I did yesterday. She’s wearing a short summer dress with tiny flowers all over it, but the best part are the tiny straps that tie on top of her shoulders into long bows and what they lead to.
Hello, holy tits.
I have no idea what kind of dress this is, but I wholly approve of this bunched up fabric with another tied-up bow right in the middle that molds to her breasts like second skin. The second she sees me barreling out of the break room, a beamingsmile spreads across her sensual lips. One that I wholeheartedly match.
“Birdy.” I wrap my arms around her sweet butt cheeks, lifting her up at the same time as my lips find hers.
Almost immediately I can feel her nipples poking through the thin material of the dress, and my dick decides to join the party with the show he’s throwing in my pants.
You have no chill, dude. This is just a kiss, and you are trying to donate your semen as fireworks. But then, Julie winds her arms around my neck, kissing me deeper with those soft mewls leaving her throat and there’s no talking him down anymore. Her tongue dances with mine in a perfect rhythm, and I forget everything and everyone when we are in this dance.
Including my best friend who is always ready to come to my rescue. Jerk.
Luke clears his throat theatrically as if he and Grace didn’t lock themselves up in his office at least once a week.
