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Tears burn in the back of my eyes and I close them softly, willing the waterworks to go away before I make a fool of myself. I would’ve loved nothing more than to tell Dawson I feel the same connection as he does, but that would leave me vulnerable to him… again. The love I felt for him was like nothing I had ever felt before and the idea of that love coming back, only to lose it again, makes me terrified to take that leap.
“I’m not sure, Dad.” I clear my throat and smile up at him. “But, enough about this, how are you feeling today?”
He nods, understanding my need to change the subject. “I’m feeling good, wish your mother would bring a damn steak, but I love her for doing what’s best for me.”
I chuckle. “You’ve got to keep up with the diet, Dad. I’d rather not get another call about you having a heart attack. Take care of yourself.”
“I will, baby girl. Give the thing with Dawson a good think before you make any rash decisions. If you don’t want to be with him, then that’s okay, but if there’s any part of you that still loves him, don't let fear be the reason it doesn’t go anywhere.”
I’m already feeling a little better after this conversation, but I’m still not sure what I’m going to do. I rise from the chair next to his bed and lean down, pressing my lips softly against his cheek. “I’m going to let you rest, thank you for letting me vent.”
He smiles. “You can come talk to me anytime. I love you.”
It fills me with sadness when I think that I could’ve come close to never having this conversation with him again. My dad has always been my best friend, the one I looked up to for most of my young life and to know his heart gave out on him… well, it makes me realize I should come here more often. I never should’ve let my past with Dawson drive me away from my family.
“I love you more,” I whisper before walking out of the room.
When I get into the living room, Easton is sitting on the couch with Bethany alongside him, and I flop down hard enough to get their attention. Easton eyes me curiously and asks, “What’s up with you?”
“What do you mean?”
He shrugs and waves a hand in front of my face. “I don’t know, you just look like someone killed your puppy.” His eyes narrow as he says it and shakes his head. “This is about Dawson, isn’t it?”
I sigh. “Not getting into it with you right now, Easton. I’m fine.”
“You sure have a funny way of showing it,” he mutters, then turns his attention back to the phone in his hand.
When I glance behind him at Bethany, she’s also got hers pushed right up against her nose, and I take their distraction to head into my room. I should probably get some of my work done before I end up not having a job anymore; that would suck. After a few hours and my eyes starting to cross themselves, I throw my laptop on the other side of my bed and throw myself back onto the mattress.
I’d love nothing more than to sleep right now, but one look at the clock tells me this is about the time I’d be pulling up to Dawson’s. My pussy is already on the routine and it clenches at the thought of him which is a travesty for me – how the hell am I supposed to get anything done when all I want is to feel Dawson’s touch on my body?
I growl in frustration and reach into the nightstand next to my bed, find one of my favorite vibrators immediately, and eagerly push my pajama bottoms down my legs. I’ll have to get myself off until I figure out what I’m doing. My legs shake when I bring the vibrator over my clit slowly and I close my eyes, letting the pleasure take hold of me.
That feeling doesn’t last long though.
I snap my eyes open and stare at the ceiling, still moving the vibrator over my aching center, but the climax I’m searching for is long gone. Have I taken advantage of Dawson’s time so much that it’s all I want now?
It would be easy to go over to his house.
Except if he got the wrong idea. His question from earlier still runs through my mind and I’m worried he’ll expect an answer if I show up on his doorstep.
Or he could end up having his way with you, not giving a shit about the answer.
And that simple fact is the only reason I grab my keys and make my way out the front door, immediately driving in the direction of Dawson’s house. There’s a small lamp in his living room that’s shining brightly when I pull up and I take a deep breath before stepping out of the car. If he rejects me, I’m going to feel like an idiot.
The knock echoes into the night and it only takes a few seconds for Dawson to swing the door open, his eyes widened in shock. “Savanna, I didn’t think you were going to come.”
I shrug. “Yeah, I didn’t think so either.”
I’m expecting him to shut the door in my face and tell me I’m not allowed to come back until I’ve got an answer for him, but instead, he steps aside and opens it wider. I slowly inch past him, stopping a couple feet away from his large frame and stare at him in confusion. “You let me in, why?”
He closes the small space between us, forcing me back into the wall, and says, “I’m going to take you in any way you’ll allow, Savanna. I can wait for you to figure everything else out, but until then...” His hand falls over the front of my shorts, palming my pussy with need, and he growls out, “This is mine.”
I’ll gladly give everything I’ve got to him if he keeps talking to me like that. My pussy drips with arousal, already reacting much better to his simple words than it did to my vibrator, and I sigh in defeat. This is only going to get more complicated, but my body doesn’t care. It’s letting Dawson brush his other hand over the curve of my breasts and into the dip of my shirt.
My back arches into his touch, craving more, and he obliges immediately. This man knows how to touch a woman and the idea of him doing this to others sets my blood on fire. I don’t want to think about him with anyone else, not when he’s pinching a nipple between his fingers and sending a wave of pain flowing through me. That pain is quickly replaced by pleasure when he pulls my shirt up and exposes my breast, then swirls his tongue over that same nipple. He does the same thing to the other one, only making my body tremble for more of his touch.
He pulls me against his body, not leaving an inch of space between us, and I rock into him, chasing what I need. Hechuckles before pulling back. I’m about to demand why the hell he moved away when he quickly lifts me over his shoulder.
