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  “I saw you on TV,” Bree, the little princess tells me.

  “Did you now?”

  “Yes, with my cousin Ryder.”

  I put her down on the floor. “Where’s your gun?”

  She frowns. “I’m a lady, I don’t need a gun. I have boys protecting me.”

  Tee walks over, scowling as she hears Bree’s last comment. “Bree, honey, do not wait around for a man to protect you. Go and get yourself a gun and protect yourself, trust me.”

  “Why Aunty Tee?” Bree asks, tapping her foot on the ground.

  Tee whispers something in her ear, and Bree nods and sighs. “You’re right. I need to protect my own damn self.”

  I watch wide-eyed as she goes and gets herself one of the laser guns. I turn to Tee who is watching Bree with a proud look. “What wisdom did you share with that poor girl?”

  Tee grins. “If I told you, it would be breaking girl code. Now you better start running Saxon Tate.”

  I raise an eyebrow. “You think you can shoot me?”

  She pushes a stray lock behind her ear. “I know I can.”

  “How about I give you a head start?” I say. “Since I’m a gentleman, and all…”

  She raises a brow and puts her hand on her hip. “I sure hope you’re not a gentleman in the sheets.”

  Taken aback at that comment, my eyes flare as she flashes me a smug look. “Maybe soon enough you will find out.”

  She smirks and runs behind one of the tunnels.

  Game on.

  *****

  After losing at laser tag, I take Tee back to her apartment and cook her dinner while she takes a shower. I consider walking in on her like she did to me, but she’d probably kick me in the balls again, so I stay by the stove and try to imagine what she looks like completely naked. A song plays on repeat while she’s in there, Trey Songz- ‘Can’t Be Friends’.

  Is she trying to tell me something?

  She walks into the kitchen ten minutes later, freshly showered. She’s wearing track pants with the word geek written on her ass and a tight white tank top. Unfortunately for me, she’s wearing a bra with it.

  “They aren’t going to magically pop out no matter how much you stare at them,” she says, dragging my gaze to her face. She looks amused as she walks over to the stove to see what I’ve been working on.

  “Meat,” she says, grinning.

  “What’s wrong with steak?” I ask.

  “Nothing,” she replies. “You’re just such a man.”

  “I’m all man,” I reply, gripping her by her hips from behind and pulling her closer to me. “You still claiming there isn’t anything between us?”

  She gulps. “Saxon—”

  I cut her off. “Don’t try and talk yourself out of this, lawyer. Just answer yes or no.”

  She turns around so her front is pressed to mine, and our gazes lock. “This isn’t a good idea.”

  “You knew it was leading in this direction,” I tell her softly, gripping her chin in my palm. “Stop fighting Tee, just for once, stop fighting. There has been something between us for so long. Give in to us.”

  Her bottom lip trembles as for once, she seems to be speechless. I lean forward, giving her time to push me away if she wants.

  She doesn’t.

  Her surrender is the sweetest feeling in the world, and I take full advantage of it.

  My lips press against her soft ones, licking the seam.

  Begging entrance.

  She opens her mouth, and my tongue instantly finds hers.

  The world disappears.

  Everything except Tenielle disappears.

  It’s just me and her.

  My hands tangle in her hair as I push her back against the fridge door, kissing her with everything I have. She tastes of mint mixed with a sweetness that I know is all her, a taste I could get addicted to. Her hands grip my ass, surprising me. I pull back a little and smile against her slightly swollen mouth.

  “I always knew it would be like this,” I murmur, my pulse racing.

  “Shut up and kiss me again,” she growls, wrapping her arms around my neck and fusing our lips together once more.

  Finally.

  I smile against her mouth.

  Chapter Eleven

  Tenielle

  Gripping the curved muscle of his upper arm, I let myself kiss Saxon, giving into the temptation.

  He’s an amazing kisser, and I think I could do this all day.

  Or night.

  I suck on his bottom lip, biting it gently before pulling away.

  I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more in my life than I want him right now.

  “Bedroom. Now,” I demand, feeling so damn turned on. Saxon is a lucky man right now, because I don’t think the word no is going to leave my lips, I’m that hot for him.

  He’s in for a wild ride.

  “I want to taste you, but we aren’t having sex,” he says, ruining my mood.

  “What do you mean we aren’t having sex?” I ask, licking my lips.

  “If we make love right now, afterwards you’re going to regret it and use it as a reason to push me away,” he says.

  “How the fuck do you know that?” I ask grumpily.

  Sexual frustration will do that to you.

  “Because, I know you. I’ve been paying attention to you for a long time, and I’m pretty sure I can guess how your mind words.”

  “You f—”

  He cuts off my rant of curse words with his mouth and carries me onto the couch, laying me on it and pulling down my track pants. He pauses and grins up at me. “You’re not wearing any panties.”

  “I know.”

  I like to be free sometimes.

  “Were you hoping something might happen tonight? Easy access for me hmmmm?”

  I really wish he would put his mouth to better use right now.

  “Do you have a condom on you right now? Hoping you were going to get some action?” I counter.

  He ignores me and dips his head down between my legs. The first lick makes my head fall back and causes my breath to leave me. Then, wanting to watch, I stare down at his dark head of hair as he tastes and licks me.

  “You taste so fucking good,” he mumbles, then gets right back to work, sucking my clit into his mouth.

  He licks and tortures me until my thighs are quivering.

  It’s too much, yet not enough at the same time.

  It’s heaven and hell.

  I soon explode, gripping onto his hair, my mouth open as wave after wave of pleasure hits me.

  He lifts his head and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, his eyes dark.

  “Still sticking to the no sex thing?” I pant out, my eyes drilling into his.

  His face takes on a pained expression, but he nods.

  Will of fucking steel.

  I’m both annoyed and impressed at his restraint.

  “Can I at least return the favour?” I purr. “I’ve been wanting to taste you since the first time I laid my eyes on you.”

  His eyes widen almost comically, and his hand lingers on his belt buckle but he doesn’t move.

  “You don’t have to… that’s not why…” he rambles.

  “I know,” I tell him, waiting for him to make his decision.

  He nods and stands up, then undoes his belt.

  Slowly.

  I’m taking that as a yes.

  I lick my lips, eager to see his cock again.

  I even rub my hands together in anticipation.

  He doesn’t disappoint.

  Saxon Junior springs out of his pants, hard as a rock. I probably shouldn’t call it junior. Maybe Saxon Senior, because he’s big.

  Jaw breaking big.

  Luckily, I like a challenge.

  “Take your shirt off too,” I demand in a husky tone. He does as I ask.

  I like that.

  I stand up and kiss him, then work my way down, licking and gently tugging on both of his pierced nipples.


  So. Fucking. Sexy.

  I continue down his stomach, licking and kissing his taut six pack of abs and going further until I reach my prize, which is currently straining against me.

  He’s so hard it looks almost painful.

  I take him into my hand and gently stoke, then suck on the tip. I look up into his eyes and see him staring down at me, the most intense expression on his face.

  He needs this, badly.

  His jaw is clenched and his heavy-lidded brown eyes are filled with lust and passion.

  I can work with that. I take his length into my mouth and show him just how lucky he is to be with me. His moan urges me on, taking as much of him as I can as I swirl my tongue around him. When he gently tries to pull me back, I know he’s about to come.

  “Fuck,” he grits out.

  I ignore the warning and increase the suction with my mouth.

  When he finishes, I take everything he has to give then grin up at him.

  “You’re gonna be the death of me, aren’t you,” he says in a shaky voice, his thighs trembling under my palms.

  He has no idea.

  His hand gently cups my cheek, and I turn my face into it, then place a kiss on the centre.

  I think he’s going to be the death of me too.

  *****

  After asking Saxon for sex and being rejected—again—we decide to have a shower together then watch a movie in bed.

  “What are we having for dinner?” I ask as I snuggle against him, making myself comfortable.

  He gives me an odd look. “We ate dinner. What did you think the steak, potato, and all that was?”

  “Yeah but… that was first dinner,” I tell him. I get hungry again later in the night—sue me.

  “You eat two dinners?” he asks, looking on the verge of laughter.

  “Sometimes. It doesn’t just apply to dinner. It could be two breakfasts or two lunches,” I explain.

  He shakes his head, eyes dancing with amusement. “How the fuck do you keep your figure?”

  I grin wolfishly. “Sex. Lots and lots of sex.”

  He makes a strangled sound, which I choose to ignore.

  “Looks like I’m going to get fat now though,” I grumble, since we were definitely not having any sex until he decides I’m not a flight risk.

  Controlling bastard.

  He smirks at my comment, then kisses me playfully on the cheek.

  The worst part about it is I think he may be right. There’s a very high probability I would have run off, scared. I try not to think about it, about the fact that I’m lying in bed with the one man I said I would never touch.

  But touch him I did.

  I turn my head and stare at his profile. What is it about him? What gives him that pull? I touch the scar on his eyebrow, the one I find insanely sexy.

  “What happened here?” I ask him. I’ve wanted to know for a long time now but never voiced it. I never had the right to, nor did I want to act like I wanted to know anything personal about him.

  He stiffens slightly, but enough for me to notice.

  “What?” I ask, cupping his face and turning him to look at me.

  He sighs heavily. “Lexi and I had a huge fight one time, and she threw something at me. I can’t even remember what it was now. Some kind of ornament.”

  Oh right.

  He and my best friend used to be in love.

  They were each other’s firsts.

  Reality hits me.

  Now it’s my turn to stiffen as he rolls on top of me. “Hey, look at me.”

  I didn’t even realise I had my eyes closed. They hesitantly flutter open and connect with Saxon’s deep brown ones. “You knew Lexi and I had a past, you can’t close up every time it’s mentioned.”

  “Don’t tell me what to do,” I grumble.

  “Tee—”

  “Lexi is my best friend so it’s really weird for me to wrap my head around it,” I try to explain. I also don’t like to share, no matter how much I love Lexi. She had Saxon first, and everyone knows it. He also wanted her back something fierce. I get it’s all in the past, but it still happened. I’m not an insecure girl, but I am a possessive one.

  I don’t share.

  Except in this case it seems like I already have.

  Fuck my life.

  What is it about him that makes me break all my rules?

  When they say love isn’t proud, that’s unfortunately the damn truth.

  “I can’t change the past,” he tells me, a gentle look on his face. “You can’t hold it against me.”

  Is that what I was doing? I hadn’t even said anything.

  “I didn’t say anything.”

  “You didn’t have to,” he replies, sighing. “I don’t want to scare you off, but I’ve never been this crazy about a woman in my life.”

  I look at him but stay silent.

  “I’m crazy about you, Tee. Everything about you. The way you look at life, the way you embrace it. Your strength, your beauty, your kindness. Every damn thing about you.”

  I get what he’s trying to tell me. But how can I mean that much to him? We haven’t even slept together yet. It’s not exactly realistic. Yet at the same time, we can’t seem to stay away from each other.

  “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he continues. “I watched you from afar, I tried to talk to you when the opportunity arose. Even when you turned me down it didn’t deter me. Nothing could. So I may have a past with Lexi, but that’s all it is. A past. You have a past too and don’t think I don’t want to stalk down every other man you’ve been with and beat the shit out of them for touching what’s mine—because I do.”

  “It’s not the same,” I say softly.

  “It is to me. To me Lexi is just an ex.”

  I take his hand in mine but divert my gaze back to the TV.

  I’m just going to live in the now.

  I’ll let future Tenielle worry about anything else.

  Chapter Twelve

  Saxon

  I show up at Tee’s apartment every night I’m able to for the next three weeks. I usually bring something with me—those damn jam donuts she loves so much or something or the other. We hang out, go for a movie, or out for dinner. Normal couple stuff, but we haven’t spoken about us actually being a couple. She’s slowly becoming comfortable with me and more affectionate. A few more times she’s tried to get us to have sex, but I make her come instead, trying to hold off.

  When I finally do get inside her, I want her to know she’s mine.

  I already know it.

  She just needs to catch up.

  “If you don’t fuck me tonight I’m finding someone else who will,” she threatens, and not for the first time. We’re at my house, and she’s standing there in my shirt with her hands on her hips and death in her eyes.

  I inwardly smile.

  Fiery, my woman is.

  However, I call her bluff.

  I know I’ve gotten under her skin—just as she’s gotten under mine. I just don’t know if she knows it yet, or if she’s still in denial.

  I’m going with the latter.

  I sit down on my couch and pull her on top of my lap. “You think I don’t want to? You’re not the only one going crazy here. I just need to make sure you want something with me. Something more than just sex.”

  “Do you want your name tattooed on my forehead first?” she grumbles, grinding her teeth together.

  Yep. Definitely pissed.

  I shut her up with a kiss.

  “Is that a yes,” she asks against my lips.

  “Are you mine?” I ask her, my cock straining against her.

  She mumbles something.

  “What?” I ask.

  “I belong to myself,” she grits out, shooting a glare my way.

  If looks could kill.

  She has such a need to be independent, to be in control of herself.

  “I know that,” I reply in a calm tone. “I just need you to admit that there’s something going o
n between us.”

  “Of course there fucking is!” she snaps, throwing her hands in the air. “We see each other every chance we can, I’m not with anyone else, and you sure as hell better not be with anyone else!”

  I try to hide my grin. “You think I’m gonna put this much effort into trying to get you, then fuck someone else behind your back? This isn’t a game, Tee.”

  “It sure feels like one,” she says, looking away from me.

  “I’m sorry you feel that way,” I tell her, gripping her chin in my hand and making her look at me. “I love you. I want you. And if you don’t want the same, I don’t know what the fuck I’m gonna do with myself.”

  Her eyes flare at my admission.

  “I don’t want you to change, I love you just the way you are,” I tell her. “I’ve never met anyone like you. You’re smart, sexy, and passionate. Also a little weird and quirky.”

  Her lip twitches as that.

  “I’m a rock star. If I wanted an easy lay, trust me, one would only be a finger crook away,” I say.

  The amusement leaves her expression. “You egotistical…”

  “Babe, it’s the truth,” I tell her before she can curse me out. “And you know it. But I don’t want anyone other than you. I’m fucking obsessed with you.”

  “So what do you want from me Saxon?” she finally asks, her hands resting on my shoulders.

  “I want you to be my woman,” I tell her. “I want you to tell your family that you’re dating me, and that it’s serious. And I want you to stop pretending that this doesn’t mean anything to you.”

  “Of course it means something to me,” she says, resting her forehead on mine. “No matter how much I don’t want to want you, I do. I can’t stop myself.”

  Okay, that wasn’t exactly what I was hoping to hear, but it’s something.

  “I’m done fighting myself Saxon,” she says, sighing. “Fine, I’ll tell everyone. I just want a little time.”