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August was one of those cool guys, the kind of guy I always lusted for back in my teens. Like Scarlett said, August starred in most of my teen fantasies. So I was always looking for the quintessential tattooed bad boy who wore leather, rode a motorcycle, and smoked cigarettes.
Now, he was a reformed bad boy. A single dad. And all man. Which made him even hotter.
He glanced over and found me staring at him. “What are you looking at?”
“You. I’m looking at you. What would have happened if we got together in our teens?”
He glanced at me again, then focused on the road. “It would have been a fucking disaster. I would have either ruined you, or you would have kicked my ass to the curb, and you would have ended up hating me. It wouldn’t have been any better if we met in our twenties either.”
“Why do you think that?” It was more out of curiosity than anything. This was all hypothetical because we couldn’t go back in time.
August gave it some thought before he spoke. “After my son was born, I changed a lot. I had to change because I needed to put Sage first. Before that, I only ever put myself first. I was selfish. Driven. Cocky. Never satisfied with what I had or what I’d achieved.”
“But you loved Sasha, and she wouldn’t have stayed with you if you treated her like crap.” I didn’t know that for a fact because I didn’t know her. Maybe Sasha would have stayed. But I couldn’t imagine August being anything other than how he was with me. He was still driven and ambitious, but I would never call him selfish.
“Yeah, I loved Sasha, but I’m sure she’d be the first to tell you that I never put her first. She always took a backseat to my goals and ambitions. I had a giant chip on my shoulder, and I felt like I had a lot to prove back then. All I ever wanted was to be the best. Notone of the best.Number fucking one. And I would never have let any woman stand in the way of my dreams. No matter how amazing she was. Sasha knew that from the start, and she accepted it. She used to joke that the restaurant was my mistress, so at least she never had to worry that I was cheating on her. But you and Sasha are very different people. That would never have been enough for you.”
I thought about Sasha’s words on the beach and how I’d thought she was wrong. But I guess she was speaking from experience. That was how her relationship with August had played out, and now he admitted as much.
“Then it’s probably a good thing my dad intervened,” I joked.
“He told you about that?”
I laughed. “I only found out recently. Sounds like I dodged a bullet.”
“I would have made you miserable. But we would have had some good fights. And some damn good makeup sex.”
I laughed again. “You’re probably right on all counts.”
“You were feisty with your sexy Italian.”
“You were so bad stealing my first kiss.”
“I can still be bad.” His hand landed on my thigh and slid between my legs, his fingers rubbing my clit through my jeans.
“I can still speak Italian.”
He removed his hand and adjusted himself in his jeans. “Fuck. Now, look what you’ve done.”
“Should I kiss it better?” I batted my lashes and licked my lips when he glanced over.
He groaned. “Don’t tease me.”
“Who’s teasing?” I released my seat belt and crawled across the bench seat, a woman on a mission.
“Fuuuck,” he said when I unbuttoned him and wrapped my hand around his dick, squeezing the base.
I flicked my tongue over the slit, making him hiss. His hand tangled in my hair, and he held the back of my head, fingers digging into my scalp as I ran my tongue up the underside.
I loved giving blow jobs. Always had.
And he was so big. And so hard. God, I loved this man’s dick. It was straight and thick, the thin skin silky soft like velvet.
I took him in as deep as possible and swirled my tongue while I sucked.
“Jesus. Fucking. Christ,” he gritted out.
I felt the truck swerving and the sound of gravel crunching under the tires before he regained control of the wheel again. “You keep that up, and I’m going to cause a six-car collision.”
