Page 45 of Four Simple Rules
Is five times not enough for this dickbag?
I swallow hard. I didn’t have a fourth rule. Not really. But I thought of it when she shouted fuck for the fifth time. I needed to save it for last after our time together.
To memorize the freckles on her peaceful face and how her blonde hair settles behind her toned shoulders.
“Okay,” I whisper, gripping her hand tight. I stare at the white ceiling, counting down in my head, replaying the events of our evening together. Something I never want to forget, especially if she wakes up in the morning and regrets what we did. “Rule number four. If you wake up in the morning and don’t like what we did, there are no hard feelings. We can go our separate ways. I know I fucked up ten years ago when I was a stupid kid. I took advantage of our friendship. And this…” I suck in a breath, squeezing my eyes shut. “This was one of the best nights of my life.”
Beyond words. That’s what tonight was. Something clicked deep inside me like I was meant to have her in my arms and claim her as mine.
I stiffen when soft snores spill from between her parted lips. Looking down, I examine Blake in her most vulnerable state. Gently, I remove some of her wild blonde hair from her face and kiss her cheek.
“I love you, Blake Sarah Reynolds. No matter your decision,” I murmur against her cheek, listening to her steady breaths. “It was always you. Forever, my girl.”
I sigh, settling back into her pillow. A mix of emotions rushes through me, rolling my stomach. Tonight, was the best night I’ve had in a long time. That’s no lie. Blake has always been on my mind since I was a dickbag. I don’t think I could ever make it up to her properly.
But I can try.
I narrow my eyes when Blake’s phone lights up for the thousandth time tonight. Every once in a while, she’d gaze at it with a look of disgust and put it away. I know she said she had an ex she just broke up with that had been texting her.
I nibble my bottom lip when my hand slips over her phone, and it just happens to fall into my lap. Then, it just happens to open in front of me, revealing message after message from her obsessive ex.
Jared
Blakkkeeeeee. Please tlk to me.
I blink, reading more of his misspelled messages.
He’s drunk as fuck, texting the girl he let go. Ouch. I scroll up more to read all the messages she’s left on read. Hundreds of unanswered messages work across the screen until I’m holding in a laugh.
Pathetic asshole.
Jared
I’m out tonight. I wish you were here.
**picture** thinking of you...
I rear back. Jesus. Did he just send his... I blink when he sends another one. Yeah, he really did. My lip curls when I cock my head. Do other guys think this is sexy? Especially a picture of that. It’s not that impressive. Maybe I should send one back and match his energy—a dick for a dick. I grin, wishing I had a picture of my dick covered in her juices, marking me as hers.
But I don’t.
I do have something better, though.
This ends now. For Blake’s sake, of course. I peek at Blake softly, snoring on my chest. Warmth fills me with how comfortable she is right now. Not to mention how sweet she looks when her eyes are closed. My gaze traces the soft lines of her face as I pull up the comforter, covering her flesh. That’s for my eyes only now.
Grinning, I hold the phone up and snap a quick picture of us snuggled together, naked under the covers, might I add.
Blake
*picture* She’s not impressed by your dick pics, dude. She’s here with me. Not you. Thanks for letting her go. She’s mine now... So, stop blowing up her phone.
My tongue pokes out when I hit send. As soon as the message appears with the picture of Blake and me cuddled up naked in her bed, he reads it. The messages immediately stop. My imagination goes wild, thinking of what he looks like right now. I wonder if his tears will soak his pillow as he contemplates what he lost.
Too bad for him. Good for me.
As I set the phone back down, all my attention snaps to Blake when she shifts in her sleep. Gently, I kiss her cheek.
I can only hope she doesn’t regret this. We’ve gone so quickly from the not friends’ zone to fucking on my car. My heart is in the right place. But is hers? After this douche dumped her so brutally. Is she prepared to jump into this without thought?
