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When Dylan comes into view, I stop and stare at him. He’s sitting, staring down into his palm, lost in thought himself. He frowns and murmurs something I can’t hear.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, causing him to snap his head in my direction.
“Yeah, come here,” he says as his gaze roams over me.
I bite my lip and pad across the room to him. When I stop between his legs, he places his hands on my hips and draws me into him to straddle his lap.
He places his head against my chest and holds me in his arms as we sit in silence for a moment. I run my hands through his hair as my thoughts race.
“Did I say something wrong?” I blurt out when I can’t hold it in any longer.
He lifts his head and looks me in my eyes. I search his gaze, trying to see what I’m missing. I see frustration and … guilt, but that doesn’t seem right.
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve been distant since I said … when I said I’m never leaving. Something changed. Was that too much?”
He scoffs. “I pray you meant every word. I’m just frustrated with some shit I have going on. It’s not you.”
“Anything I can help with?”
“No, I’ve got it. It’s already being handled.”
“Are you sure? I’m here, Dyl. I know you have things you don’t want me to know about, but I’m here if you ever need me to be. You can trust me,” I say.
He grasps the back of my neck and crushes my lips in a deep kiss. I moan into his mouth as I return the kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck as he slips his hands up my sides until his large palms settle beneath my breasts, which are bare and peeking out the bottom of my shirt.
As he moves his lips to my neck, I lift my gaze to the ceiling. I shiver as he rubs his thumbs across my nipples. My eyes roll back as he pinches my hardened peaks between his fingers, while he nuzzles and kisses my neck.
“Do you know how perfect you are? You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more. I do trust you, Ciara. You never have to question that.
“I don’t want you to worry about any of my shit. I’m taking care of everything that needs to be taken care of. All you need to concern yourself with is being happy,” he whispers into my ear.
“Then fuck me because that makes me happy,” I breathe back.
“That’s my girl. Stand up and take your shorts off.”
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“Come here,”I say once she has pushed her tiny shorts to the floor.
My gaze drops to her bare pussy and then lower to her cute little white-painted toes with the silver sparkles on them. Everything about her is perfect. Here she is telling me I can trust her when I’m the one who can’t be trusted.
She comes to me and climbs back into my lap. Cupping my face, she kisses me like the angel she is. I consume and devour her like the bastard I am.
“I love you,” she whimpers into my mouth.
I swallow the words from her lips along with the bile that rises. I feel sick to my stomach. So much guilt is eating at me.
For about seven months now, I have known the answers to fill in the gaps for Ciara. I know what happened to her father and what led to her mother’s death.
I know things I wish I didn’t, but I was asked to promise not to share these things with her. Timing. Everything around us relies on timing.
There is also the fact that I know Logan left something out. Something that wouldn’t have allowed me to make that promise to him. My oldest brother knows me well enough, but I know him as well.
There wouldn’t have been a promise made if he revealed whatever he’s still holding back from me. The alliance is important to him and my family. Sacrifices were made to see it come to life.
For that reason and that reason alone, I didn’t press Logan for the full truth. However, now that guilt is riding my ass, I’ve been holding back what I know and looking my girl in the eyes every single day as if I can’t provide her with answers.
