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BOOK: Undo Me (The Good Ol' Boys #3)
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“Don’t poke the bear, baby girl.”

She rolled her eyes, throwing her neck back and screamed, “Fuck. You!”

I snidely grinned, immediately slamming on the gas and veering across the sidewalk to block her path. Throwing it in park, not bothering to turn off the engine, I jumped out before she even saw me coming.

I was sure I’d never seen that look on her face before. She pivoted around to take off in the other direction. I was over to her in three strides.

Face to face.

She stepped back until she was against my Jeep.

Nowhere to go.

Placing both hands on each side of her head, I spoke through clenched teeth, “What the fuck is your problem?” I lashed out, looming over her smaller frame.

“You!” She shoved me and I didn’t waver, which only made her push me again.

“You’re my problem! Now get out of my damn way.”

I could see it in her eyes, she had gone mad. I didn’t know what the hell I had done to piss her off this bad.

I fucking defended her, and this was the thanks I got.

“I hate you! I hate you so fucking much right now! You’re an asshole, Dylan McGraw! You’re a fucking asshole!”

I immediately fell back, the wind knocked from my sails. She took the distraction as an opportunity to maneuver herself away from me.

“I can’t believe you did that! I can’t believe you did that to me!”

I scoffed, “I would do it again.”

“Of course, you would! That’s who you are! You don’t think for one damn second about me. Not One! Now, leave!”

“Fuck you, I’m not going anywhere. If you really wanted to leave… you would have left already, not bothering me with your bullshit,” I regretted my words as soon as they came out of my mouth, but thinking before speaking had never been my strong suit.

Case and point, she screeched out, “You asshole!” shouting in my face.

I stepped toward her and she instantly backed away, once again holding out her hand in front of her.

“Yeah! I’m a fucking asshole, but I will die before I ever apologize for defendin’ you. Do you understand me?”

“You’re such an idiot. You’re so blinded by your goddamn pride you don’t even see it! You don’t even realize it!”

“My pride? Sweetheart, those are fightin’ words. You best consider takin’ a step back and realize who the fuck you’re talkin’ to.”

She put her arm down and stepped toward me. “I know exactly who I’m talking to, and I don’t give a shit. I can’t believe you did that!” she repeated with the same stride. “Telling me for the first time, for the first time, McGraw, that you loved me to that piece of shit Dee. How could you do that to me? How could you hurt me like that, you asshole?!”

I caught her open palm that was coming at my face again. “I let you hit me once, darlin’, it won’t happen again.”   

She forcefully tried to tug her arm away, but I used the momentum to pull her toward me instead. She lost her footing and began to fall forward. Her free hand collided with my chest, giving her leverage.

I hugged her toward me. “Relax.”

Shit.

I didn’t even realize that. I was so caught up in putting that bitch in her place that I hadn’t grasped that it was the first time the words came out of my mouth.

I didn’t think twice about it.

“You cannot do this! You cannot manhandle me every time just to get your way! It’s not fair, McGraw,” she yelled, taking me away from my thoughts. 

“Unlucky for you. I don’t give a flying fuck.”

I leaned her back, putting my hand over her mouth, sensing she was going to scream. I placed her up against my Jeep again not taking my hand away from her mouth.

Her nostril’s flared and her chest heaved.

“You are so goddamn beautiful that it hurts to look at you sometimes.”

Her eyes widened, not expecting what she had just heard.

“You’re not going to talk.” I shook my head. “You’re going to listen to every word I have to say.” I nodded, gently letting my hand fall from her mouth. I had to explain, I knew it was the only way she would ever forgive me.

She swallowed hard but didn’t say anything.

“I don’t know what happened back there and frankly I don’t give a shit. I watched my girl—”

“You were surfing,” she interrupted.

“My eyes are always on you, darlin’. I always know where you are.”

She bit her lip, surprised by my declaration.

“But if you interrupt me one more time. You’re giving me no choice than to cover that sweet mouth again.”

She narrowed her eyes at me not saying a word, though she didn’t have to, her eyes spoke volumes all by themselves.

“I fucked girls, Aubrey, plenty of them,” I simply stated, catching her off guard.

“That’s all I’ve ever done. It made me feel good. It made me happy. It made things easier for me. I used girls, but you want to know somethin’, suga’, they used me, too. It was a win-win situation. I come from a happy home, my parents’ clearly love each other, but I still ran from love. I chalked it up to normal boy bullshit. Ya feel me?”

She didn’t move, her eyes intently placed on my face, waiting for the next thing I was going to share.

“I’ve seen Lucas and Alex… fuck me…” I breathed out. “My two best friends battle this connection they’ve had since they were kids. Since before I knew what the fuck it even meant. I see Lily. And I know you see her, too. Jacob’s never going to see it coming. She’s going to hit him like a ton of fucking bricks.”

The expression on her face softened and it gave me the push to keep going.

“It’s all so fucking messy, so fucking complicated, so fucking forbidden. I didn’t want shit to do with that. Not for one damn second. Unlike Austin who has no damn clue who he is, that’s the difference between him and I, I do. I know I’m an asshole. I don’t pretend to be something I’m not, darlin’. I don’t need to and I don’t fuckin’ want to. Ain’t got time for that shit. I never hurt a girl and if they want to claim that I did, it’s only because it’s easier to blame someone else than to look in the goddamn mirror and realize who they really are.”

She frowned, sad for me.

“No, suga’, this isn’t about you feelin’ bad for me. I loved doing it. Sex, fucking, and being with someone was the closest I ever let myself go. It was addicting. My addiction. The feeling of another body pressed up against mine. Well, there’s nothing else like it. I did what felt good. No strings. No attachments. No unnecessary bullshit.”

I could tell she wanted to say something, but the need to know what I had to say was too strong for her to interrupt.

“For once, baby. For once in my life someone had the balls to call me out. Ain’t ever happened before. Especially by a
girl
. A hot-as-fuck girl,” I added, grinning.

She hid a smile.

“So, after years of watching my boys struggle with emotions and feelings and who the fuck else knows. All that shit that I ran away from, was staring me right in the face, I wanted it,” I paused, gazing deep into her eyes. 

“I. Wanted. You.”

Her mouth parted, and I swear I could feel her heart beating against my chest.

“Except, I know, baby. I know you’re too good for me. I know the first time we have sex, make love… it’s going to mean something and maybe, I’m hoping that it’ll make me a better man. That you…” I tugged on the ends of her hair.

“That you’ll make me a better man.” 

She jerked back. “Oh my God.” She exhaled long and deep.

“I love you, Aubrey. I fucking love you, and I don’t care who knows.”

Her eyes swelled up with tears and I leaned forward to her ear and groaned,

“I. Love. You.”

 

“What do you want to watch?” I asked from her bed. Grabbing her around the waist, pulling her toward me.

She came effortlessly as if she weighed nothing. I lifted her up and placed her on my lap with her legs straddling my waist. She put her finger up to her lips and hummed.

My cock twitched.

Ever since I told her I loved her, our make-out sessions were becoming hotter and heavier. Every time I pulled back, stopping them from going any further, I could see her impatience growing more and more. Though she hadn’t called me out on it.

Summer was almost over and it had been over a month since I told her I loved her. She had yet to say it back to me. My impatience to hear her say the words was increasing by the minute. I knew she loved me, it was written clear across her pretty little face. Especially when she was in my arms, which happened to be more often than not. But I needed her to say it out loud, to validate our relationship and how far we’ve come.

“Why are we going to pretend to watch a movie, McGraw? Aren’t we a little old for make-believe? You know what’s going to happen?”

“Is that right? Remind me then.”

“Yes, sir.” She kissed along my cheek, moving down to my neck.

Her mom was never home. She was always working. There was no point not to hang out in her room.

On her bed.

Alone.

I said I loved her.

Not that I was a fucking saint.

I wrapped my hands around her waist, sliding them under her shirt to feel her soft skin against my fingers. Gliding them up and down her midsection, my thumbs pressing higher on the wire of her bra.

“God, baby, you feel fuckin’ amazing,” I groaned into her ear, following her lead and kissing her along her neck.

She rotated her hips against my cock in approval, leaning her head back to give my lips more access to her creamy white skin. My mouth moved from her neck down to her collarbone, slowly, savoring the elevated heat of her body pressed up against mine. Getting hotter with each caress of my tongue touching her skin.

I nudged her nose with mine and she gazed adoringly into my eyes. I knew that look.

She wanted me.

I grabbed both sides of her face, closing the distance between us, colliding our lips together. Our tongues did a sinful dance, devouring each other. I bit her bottom lip, causing her to whimper. Her mouth was so fucking perfect and all I could picture was her plump lips sealed around my cock.

Kissing Aubrey was like coming home. It was like tasting Heaven for the first time and knowing you would never be able to find anything like it.

She was one of a kind.

Mine.

It never started off innocently. It always became it’s own thing, something neither one of us could understand or deny. Something neither one of us could control.

The electricity…

The connection…

The intensity…

Was constantly right there. Wavering and waiting for either of us to make the move. All we had to do was look at each other and sparks fucking flew like the damn Fourth of July.

Her lips parted, I slipped my tongue into her waiting mouth. When she breathed out, her scent was all around us, consuming my desire to feel her wrapped around me.

It didn’t take long for her lips to move against mine, demanding a response from me that only she elicited. Her tongue was smooth and felt like silk. Like fucking ecstasy all rolled into one. I started to lean forward. Flipping her onto her back. I wanted to feel her body beneath mine. The second I was above her, my hand started roaming. It started at her hair, tugging on the ends of it, which I knew she loved me to do to her every chance I got. It traveled to the nook of her neck, to bring her closer to me, to kiss her harder, faster, and with more determination.

Her breathing picked up, as did the scent of her arousal, engulfing me in nothing but my need to keep going and claim what I’ve wanted for so long.

What I knew belonged to me.

She writhed and moaned beneath me, only enticing me to go further. To seek how far this could really go. My hand moved to the top of her breast, and I could feel her nipple hardening through the flimsy cotton of her shirt and the bra she wore underneath. She pushed her breast further into my hand. I immediately gripped it harder, earning me another moan.

The best sound in the world.

I had copped a few feels here and there, but it wasn’t enough anymore.

Not right now.

Not the way I was feeling.

I rubbed my hard cock against her pussy. My thin gym shorts and her cotton ones made it easy to feel the friction that ignited between us. It felt so fucking amazing that I did it again. She followed my lead pretty quickly and started rubbing up against me.

“Fuck, suga,” I growled against her open mouth.

My dick firm to the point of pain.

My hand moved under her shirt, kneading her breast, feeling it swell beneath my touch. I pushed the cup aside and caressed her nipple with the palm of my hand, feeling it harden. Resisting the urge to lean down and suck it in my mouth.  

“Please… don’t stop… please…” she begged.

Her hips moved faster against my cock with much more momentum than before. I felt her hand creep down between us and delicate fingers wrap around my dick over my shorts. I was too caught up in the moment to stop her. She stroked me with a steady rhythm of an inexperienced hand, resonating the fear that harbored inside me. I kissed her one last time and instantly pushed off her, leaving her with the same need I felt in my shorts.

“You’ve got to be kidding me? Please tell me this is a joke?”

“My balls are so fucking blue they’re starting to look like they’re part of the Blue Men group, darlin’.” I readjusted my cock as I paced around the room. “And you’re askin’ me if this is a joke?”

She sat up, pulling down her bra and shirt. “I wasn’t the one who stopped, McGraw. How many damn times are you going to do this? We’ve been together now for seven months. Seven freaking months. Is it me? At least I don't think it's me, judging by the tent you’re sporting.” She sarcastically gestured toward my dick.

I sat back on the armchair and rubbed my temples in an effort to calm the migraine that was forming to no avail. I peered up, looking right into her eyes and stated, “You’re a virgin.”

I sighed, defeated. “So, what if I am?”

“That’s not the problem.”

He didn’t move, his face remained neutral with no emotion at all, and I started to wonder if he had heard what I said. When he leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees, his eyes barred into mine like he was calling my bluff without having to say a word.

“Then what? What’s the problem?”

Silence.

“Are you just going to sit there? All stealth-like without one thing to say?”

There was something animalistic about the way he was staring at me. Almost like a lion before it attacked its prey, luring me with his eyes and his captivating demeanor. It started to make me nervous.

“What do you want, McGraw?”

“Only what you can give me. You give me what I want and I’ll give you what you need. I want you but I want all of you, your heart, your body, your soul. I’m all in,” he simply stated not budging for one second.

I lowered my eyebrows, my gaze going every which way, trying to figure out what he meant.

We locked eyes.

“Oh…”

He grinned.

“Well, lookie here.” I tried to pull off my best southern accent and sound like him. “That’s how you say it, right?”

He narrowed his eyes at me with a sexy arrogant expression that only Dylan McGraw could pull off.

“Hmm…” I purposely mused. “I just don’t know if I can do it. You know what they say, McGraw, don’t buy the car without testing it out first. And, what you’ve had to offer so far.” I callously shrugged. “Well, it’s not much.”

He slowly, purposely nodded. “Is that right?” he drawled out.

“Mmm hmm… just keeping it real. I know how much you love honesty. God knows you never know when to shut up.”

I knew I was testing his limits. Poking the bear, provoking him on purpose, but this was a power struggle I wasn’t willing to lose.

“I mean,
just so we’re clear
,” I mocked throwing his own words back at him. The same words he had used on me time and time again. He slid back in the chair. His legs were wide open in the expanding space that now seemed smaller with him sitting in it. His elbow rested on the armrest, as his thumb worked his bottom lip back and forth.

Watching.

“I think I feel something for you. Possibly those three little words that you’re inkling for, but sex and… you know… foreplay and stuff, that’s some important shit. I am inexperienced so the pressure to perform shouldn’t be too bad for you. Because let’s face it, boys that talk a big game, usually never deliver,” I paused to let my words sink in. “And judging by how vocal you’ve been about your stellar… equipment.” I gave him a sarcastic expression, allowing it to linger for a few seconds. “Yeah… it’s not looking promising.”

I held back a laugh that could lite up the entire room.

His eyes were brazen and dilated.

“I think it’s time you put your money where your mouth is,” I added.

He shook his head with a penetrating glare and rasped, “No.”

“Fine.” I stood up from the bed, ready to leave him.

“Sit down,” he ordered.

I recognized that voice. I froze instantly, standing in place with my back to him. The tables were just turned.

“I won’t ask again,” he warned through gritted teeth.

I was breathless, my chest immediately heaving. “What if I don’t want to?”

“I didn’t ask what you wanted, did I?”

“Are you going—”

“Sit. Down,” he ordered again, that time in a much rougher tone.

I contemplated disobeying him, pushing his buttons a little more but the look on his face told me he had reached his limit. He was in my face in three strides, as soon as he sensed my resolve, hovering above me in the way that made me weak in the knees and wet in my panties.

He cocked his head to the side, a silent request to follow his direction with a look that screamed this was my last chance to listen.

I did.

Not because I wanted to, but because I wanted to know what he would do next. My curiosity outweighed my defiance and the fucking asshole knew it.

He watched me for a few seconds or maybe it was minutes, time just seemed to standstill. My heart was in my throat and my pulse quickened with every fiber in my body. McGraw was calm, cool, and collected, displaying no emotion what so ever. I never understood how he did that, always so in control of his surroundings, manipulating people to do what he wanted without even trying very hard.

It was almost like the more severe and intense the situation, the better he was at remaining in control. That proved to be more than accurate throughout the years.

“Lay down,” he demanded out of nowhere.

“Why?” I blurted out.

“Darlin’, when I’m asking you a question, you’ll know. Now, lay down.”

I swallowed hard as I lay back onto my firm mattress that suddenly felt too damn soft. The sheets were cool on my already heightened skin. Our eyes stayed connected the entire time as he watched my every move, like he was trying to ingrain it into his memory.

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