Undo Me (The Good Ol' Boys #3) (29 page)

“How long have you known?”

“Since she was ten?” I laughed again. “Always knew you liked little girls, I should arrest your sorry ass,” I chuckled, nudging his shoulder.

He scoffed. “You’re such a fucking dick.”

I laughed harder, I couldn’t help it. “Being in a relationship is making you soft, Jacob. Do I need to worry about your feelings now, too? Awww, I’d hate to make my best friend cry. Do you guys sit around and braid each other’s hair and shit?”

“This coming from the man whose hair has been down to his shoulders since he could walk? Who’s the one that grew a fucking pussy, huh?”

I shrugged. “You are what you eat.”

“But it tastes so damn good,” he rasped, and I clinked my beer with his.

“Touché, motherfucker, touché. When are you telling Lucas?”

“Soon.”

“Good thing you’re a lawyer, Jacob, because he’s going to need it after he tries to kill your ass.”

He took a deep breath.

“And you?”

“And me what?”

“You’re okay with it?”

“What other choice do I have? I love that girl. Even when she was a kid and annoying the shit out of me with her guitar early in the morning.”

He nodded, chuckling.

“Don’t hurt her again. It’s good to see her smiling,” I gestured towards Lily who was giggling with Half-Pint, looking so happy.

They locked eyes from across the room.

“I love her, Dylan. I love her more than anything. I always have.”

“No shit. If Lucas weren’t so far up Half-Pint’s ass since she could walk, he would have noticed it, too. But, I’ll tell you something.”

He looked at me.

“You hurt her again and I’ll be standing right there with Lucas while he buries your body. We clear?”

“Crystal.”

I patted his back. “Good talk, bro.”

It didn’t matter how many times I had been in this house it still felt like I had never left, as I gazed at the exact spot where I was on my knees begging Aubrey to stay.

We locked eyes from across the room.

As if she was thinking the same thing I was.

“I’m taking off,” Austin interrupted, rubbing his nose.

“What the hell are you doin’, man?”

He rolled his eyes. “Not this shit again. Give me a fucking break.”

“Wipe your nose a little better next time and maybe I won’t ask you.”

He bowed his head, sniffling and cleaning at his nose again.

“Get out of my fucking sight before I search you,” I warned.

He took a deep breath like he wanted to say something, but at the last second changed his mind, turned and left.

There was only so much I could take. I had to get the fuck out of there. I went to work instead. I had just gotten this undercover case and decided that now was as good as any to start. I sat in my car outside the shithole bar on the other side of town, waiting to see if anything would go down. I’d been sitting there since eleven and it was past two in the morning when all of sudden I saw Aubrey stumbling out of the bar.

“What the fuck?” I said to myself, getting out of my car to follow her down an alley. “Have you completely lost your goddamn mind?” I yelled out from behind her.

She instantly stopped.

“What are you doing here at this time of night by yourself?”

She spun to face me. “Trying to forget,” she simply stated.

“And what exactly are you trying to forget?”

“You, McGraw. I have spent the last ten years of my life trying to forget you.”

“Then that makes two of us, darlin’.”

“Right? Because you’ve spent so much time thinking about me,” she snapped.

“Lets get one thing straight, Bree, you asked me to mind my own fucking business and even though it went against everything I am and all my principles, I backed off, hoping that one day you would wake up. I was hoping those emails and phone calls would one day give you the push and strength that you needed to get out of this toxic relationship. Let me ask you something, Aubrey, how much do you truly know about your boyfriend, other than the fact he likes to use you as his goddamn punching bag?”

She jerked back.

“What? You don’t think I can tell? You think I buy the whole bullshit story of how good he is to you? How you try to pretend your life is so perfect? Come on, Bree, you know me better than that.”

“I don’t know you at all. Not anymore,” she yelled, pushing me away. I grabbed her by the wrist, stopping her from leaving.

“Is that right?”

She nodded not backing down.

“I wasn’t the one who left with that son of a bitch that night in the garage. I wasn’t the one who turned their back on me, time and time again. I was the one who’s been trying to help you for years! Jesus Christ, Aubrey, I’ve been your goddamn puppy, waiting with my tail tucked between my legs for ten fucking years. After that night I couldn’t do it anymore. The back and forth bullshit that you keep doing to me like I’m a fucking pussy at your beck and call is over.” I got up in her face, my adrenaline pumping hard.

Her chest heaved.

“But just because you haven’t seen me doesn’t mean I don’t know everything there is to know about you. At the end of the day, I’ll always be here looking out for you. I don’t know how to be any other way. So, let me ask you again… what do you know about your boyfriend?”

She opened her mouth but quickly shut it.

“That’s what I thought. Did you know that he was accused of rape in college and that Daddy the rich politician paid a shit-ton of money to save his little boy’s ass? How about the fact that he handles all the shady shit his father is involved in? Daddy keeps his hands clean by dirtying up his sons?”

“You’re lying.” She shook her head. Disbelief was written all over her pretty little face.

I scoffed. “I wish I was, darlin’. Here’s a good one, did you know that he has pussy in every fucking area code that he visits?”

She winced.

“Oh, so you are aware of that, and yet you’re still with him.” I shook my head. “Ten years, Bree, ten fucking years of your life you have spent existing. I know that you think you died that day on the trail, but no, suga’, you’ve been slowly killing yourself every single day since. How does it feel? Huh? What are you punishing yourself for exactly? I’m the one that fucked up, not you.”

Her eyes watered.

I dug a little deeper, inch by inch she was crumbling.

“I stayed away because I can’t see you hurt yourself anymore and know that you don’t care. Why are you protecting him? He’s nothing to you. It doesn’t matter how much damn makeup you use, Bree, the scars are already there, and I’m not talking about the bruises and cuts. You need help and I can’t help you unless you are ready to help yourself first.”

It was time for me to be the man I was supposed to be and get Aubrey back. I would make her mine once again no matter what it might cost me. Words always seemed to fail us so maybe I needed to give her a physical reminder. I needed her to remember what we used to share.

Our love.

I used the only weapon I could.

“When was the last time you were touched, Aubrey?”

“What?” she replied, taken aback.

“Kissed, loved? When was the last time someone made you come?”

She lowered her eyebrows. “You can’t talk to me like that. Who the fuck do you think you are, McGraw?”

I grinned. “That long, huh?”

“I’m not having this conversation with you.”

“Great, seeing as I don’t plan on talking.” I looked her up and down with a predatory regard. “Let me give you what you need,” I paused to let my words linger and then groaned, “Let me fuck you right, like old times. Let me fuck him out of you.”

“What?”

“Did I stutter?”

“You can’t just come here and-”

“And what? Tell me, darlin’, what can’t I do?”

“Dylan, please…”

I was over to her in three strides her back hitting the wall. I tugged on the ends of her hair and placed my hand behind her neck before she even saw it coming.

“Okay, only because you asked so fucking nicely,” I drawled out.

I kissed her.

For the first time in ten fucking years, I kissed the woman who belonged to me. And she didn’t stop me. I grazed her cheek with the tips of my fingers and placed a fallen piece of her hair behind her ear. My touch alone made her shutter.

The simple gesture made her lips part.

“Fuck, Aubrey,” I murmured in between kissing her. “Tell me to stop, push me away, tell me to go. If I keep kissing you, feeling you against me like this, I’ll never be able to let you go again.”

She opened her eyes and looked deep into mine.

“Promise?”

“Always.”

I purposely trailed my fingers down her neck. I lightly brushed my fingertips against the top of her heart, her rapid breathing causing her breasts to rise and descend every few seconds. Our eyes once again connected and for the first time in over a decade I finally saw what I longed for every day and night.

My girl.

Her eyes showed me everything that I so desperately wanted to hear. They spoke for her. When my hand reached her heart it was beating so profusely. I pulled her closer to me by the nook of her neck.

“I love you,” I whispered close enough to her mouth that I could feel her breath upon my lips.

“I know. I’ve always known,” she murmured, brushing her lips against mine.  

I smiled against them. “What do you want, suga’, I’ll give you whatever you fucking want. Just say the words, I’m yours.”

“You. Touch me. Please, touch me.”

There was silence again.

I gripped the front of her neck, my thumb and index finger clutching her pulses. “I know what you feel like when you come, suga’, I know how your face gets flushed. I know you stop breathing just slightly before your pussy starts to pulsate so fucking tight that it pushes my fingers out of it.” I bit her bottom lip and then kissed her softly. “I know what you taste like.”

She swallowed the saliva that had pooled in her mouth. Her breathing elevated, showing me that I was getting to her. I moved my hand from her neck down to her inner thigh, pushing aside her panties and slowly caressed her soft bare folds.

“But most importantly, I know what it feels like to be inside you.”

She gasped when my fingers rubbed against her like I knew she loved. I pecked her lips as I played with her clit, getting her nice and wet.

“And I’m not talking about this.” I pushed two fingers inside as I pressed my hand against her heart.

“Here.”

She tilted her head back slightly and kissed me, soft at first, testing the feel of my mouth around hers. The way her lips claimed mine told me she wanted me to keep going, keep taking what was still mine.

Even after all these years.

I savored both the taste and the feel of her, how her body angled perfectly beneath mine, and she melted against me, taking everything I was giving her and wanting more.

Wanting everything.

“Do you want me?” I whispered in her ear, as I continued my assault down her neck. “Do you want me to make you come?

Silence.

“Tell me…” I urged, pushing my fingers deeper into her sweet spot.

She moaned, “Right there.”

“Where?” I cocked my head to the side, not moving our lips apart. “Here?”

“Yes…”

“Tell me.”

“I want you,” she finally panted, gliding her tongue into my mouth as her walls tightened around my fingers so close to coming undone.

“Oh my God,” she panted.  

“What? Oh my God, what, suga’?”

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her legs trembled. I instantly removed my fingers and she whimpered at the loss. I kissed her one last time, slowly leaning away from her. She followed until she couldn’t anymore, opening her eyes with a questioning stare.

“You don’t get my love again until you’re fully mine.”

Her eyes widened in shock.

“I’m always here for you. No matter what, I’m always fucking here. When you’re ready to move forward, call me.”

I tugged on the ends of her hair and then left her standing there in the alley. As much as it killed me, it was time to show her tough love.

All I could do was hope it was enough.