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“No.” I slid my hand against the curve of her neck, freaking out over the intensity of my feelings for this girl. “It’s perfect.”
When our lips touched, something ignited in my brain. I’d spent nineteen years living ride or die. I was reckless and uncaring towards everyone and everything. Until her. When her innocent tongue slid against mine and her precious heart thudded along with mine, I saw the possibility of a future.
“If only you weren’t so young.” I brushed the backs of my knuckles along her jawline.
“I’m sixteen. That’s not young.”
“It is when I’m nineteen and your dad is my boss.”
“I’ll talk to him. I love you, Derek.” She pressed her teeth into her bottom lip then smiled. “I’ll make him understand. I’ll tell him we can wait until I’m eighteen before we… you know.” I had to smile at her enthusiasm. She was so sure that the world we lived in had happy endings. She was so open and vulnerable and trusting. I knew in my soul that the man I was in that moment would only ruin her.
“I love you too, angel,” I whispered, taking one last look at her, memorising her soft blue eyes, plump pink lips and cherubic face. “But you should get back to your party before someone realizes you’re gone.”
“But I’d rather stay with you.”
“I need to go,” I said, running my fingers through her hair. “But will you wait for me until I come back?”
She smiled in her innocence and nodded. “I’d wait forever for you Derek Star.” Then she kissed me on the cheek and spun on her heel before she bounced back to her friends, pressing her hand against her shirt where her new necklace sat hidden.
While her friends and family gathered around her to sing happy birthday, I got on my bike and rode out of there, desperate to find a way to make that future a reality. To make myself a man she could be proud to be on the arm of. It took me six years.
“Derek?” A slight edge of panic in her voice has me rushing out of the bathroom.
“I’m here, angel,” I say, securing the soft towel around my waist. “I was just showering while you rested.
“I was worried you left.” She’s standing in the middle of the room holding a fuzzy white blanket around her, the darkness of her black bra poking out from beneath it, drawing my attention to those beautiful tits of hers. And the tiny gold necklace.
“Never again,” I say, reaching out my index finger and tracing the delicate chain. “You kept it.”
“I never took it off,” she says, lifting her hand and placing it on the centre of my chest, her fingers moving against my tattooed skin. “Is this for…” She presses her lips together like she’s too timid to ask, so I place my hand over hers and guide her fingers over the crescent moon tattooed on my chest with a tiny star swinging from the lowest point. It’s a realistic replica of the charm she wears.
“My Luna,” I say as I move her hand along the curve. “In the centre of my chest because you’re the centre of my world, my reason. My one.” I run my fingers along her arm as she bites at her lip and circles the star that represents me.
“My star,” she whispers, her eyes glistening as she smiles up at me. “I wish you never left.”
“I had to. I was too messed up to be the man you needed back then.”
“You were perfect. You were always perfect.”
I shake my head and bring my lips to hers. “Only in your eyes. But I’m here now. I built us a life. I built this cabin, and I have the means to give you the kind of life a goddess like you deserves.”
“The only life I want is with you.”
“My Luna, my angel,” I say, reaching around to her ass and pulling her against my hard-on that hasn’t gone soft for a second. “You’re mine now, and I’m never letting go.”
“I don’t want you to.”
I grind my hips against her. “I need to fuck you, angel. Real soon. I’m dying here.”
Humming, she nods. “No more waiting.”
Luna
His mouth collides with mine, kissing me fiercely before he pushes the blanket from my body while he walks be backward until I’m on the bed and he’s over me, sliding down my body while paying particular attention to my nipples. “I dream about these tits,” he says, pulling the cup of my bra to the side and dragging his teeth over my tightened nipple. I arch up while he removes my bra completely, spending some time on the other nipple while his big hands massage my tender flesh.
“I dream about you.”
“Yeah?” he sits up and hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties. “You dream about me fucking you, angel?”
