Page 85 of Unbreakable
I sealed my arms tighter around him. “Really?”
“Yep. Whatever this takes.” He sniffed the air as it got cloudier around us. “I will keep holding you, but first, I need to get out these fish tacos that I might be burning for you.”
I laughed, stepping back to use a paper towel on my face. “You burned me some fish tacos?”
“I did,” he said with a grin. “Not exactly meat falling off the bone, but I did my best.”
He removed the fish from the oven, which was indeed a darker brown than it should have been. We sat to eat, where Dylan had some restaurant-style chips and salsa waiting.
I had to smile. “You did really good, Dyl.”
He chuckled. “We haven’t tasted it yet. It might be awful. I have to credit Royce. He put together the menu and told me what to get.”
“Aw, that was nice of him.” I grabbed Dylan’s hand. “Even if it’s awful, I love it.”
He rolled his eyes. “I feel like one of the kids. Should I make you some macaroni art and you call it a Van Gogh?”
“Oh, stop,” I said, waving him off.
“Jeannie, sometimes I think you lump me in with the kids.”
My eyebrows shot up. “I’m sorry?”
“It’s not meant to be an attack, J. That’s probably something we need to work out.”
I rolled my lips. “Well, there are times where it feels like I’m the only parent, because you’re so playful with them, it’s like I’ve got four kids.”
Dylan glanced anywhere but at me. “Right.”
I put my elbows on the table and massaged my temples. “I’m not trying to attack you, either. I want to be honest, not cruel.”
“Feels like something we should work on,” he said.
I reached for his hand. “I’m sorry. Maybe therapy together will help?”
“Hope so.” He pursed his lips and chewed the bottom one.
“I still have this lingering fear that I’m the problem, Dyl. Like maybe you’re actually doing everything right, and I’m just perceiving it wrong because of depression. I’m embarrassed that I ran away and your team knows about it and that Bella would even think I was leaving again. I should have never given her a reason to fear that.”
“Jeannie,” he said softly. “We both have a hand in this. I know I’m part of the problem, so I have to be part of the solution.”
“Goddammit, Dyl. That’s corny, but it’s sexy.”
He cracked a smile again, the smile I fell in love with. “I’ll take anything that ends with me being sexy. Come here.” He scooted his chair back and stood, where I gladly met him in a hug. “One thing at a time. Let’s get the basics covered so you get some breathing room, and then we’ll get you back to scrappy cocktail waitress Jeanine.”
I cackled. “You just miss scrappy cocktail waitress Jeanine because she’d give you a blowjob anywhere.”
“Huh. Did she? I seem to not remember that part of her. I remember that she teased me about shit all the time and had me crawling everywhere after her like a sad little puppy.”
I looked up at him and patted his cheek. “You were also on your knees a lot.”
“And you were bent over stuff a lot,” he added.
I grinned. “Maybe I’m feeling a little scrappy right now.” My fingers curled into the collar of his shirt, ripping it to the side and replacing it with my lips. He pulled me up into a kiss, his tongue hot and seeking, his teeth scraping my lip. I snaked my hands under the hem of his t-shirt, scratching over his skin as I lifted his shirt over his head. Once off, I pulled out of our kiss to skim my lips over every inch of exposed skin.
He moaned my name and then I was tugging at his waistband, pushing it down until his firm erection sprang free. I worked him in my hand as I sank to my knees, keeping my eyes on his the whole time. I peppered up his shaft with little kisses, letting some of his precum smear on my face. I took Dylan’s hand, dragging his thumb through the mess and sucking it into my mouth.
“Jeannie,” he warned.
