Page 35 of Don’t Go Breaking My Heart

Her eyes widened again. “Stop it! Stop trying to embarrass me.”

“I don’t have to try,” I said. “It’s already done. When you dream about me tonight, make sure you’re naked. And it’s going to be doggy style.”

Merritt’s mouth dropped open, a perfect ‘O’ of astonished annoyance. For a second, it seemed she would actually throw something at me. Luckily, there was nothing particularly throwable within arm’s reach. “You are unbelievable,” she spat out.

I saw the flush on her cheeks. I knew she was thinking about it. When she went to bed, that was the image that would be in her mind.

“See you in your dreams,” I said with a wink and walked out to my work truck.

16

MERRITT

Ididn’t really have any clothes for a nice dinner out, although I didn’t think that was really a requirement. I wasn’t putting on a fancy dress and then getting on the back of his motorcycle. Besides, the whole idea of going out to dinner to celebrate the fact I had a sex dream starring Kannon was pretty silly.

All day he’d been giving me stupid looks and waggling his brows at me. I knew what he was thinking. Hell, it wasn’t like I had to guess. He told me.

He asked quiet questions about positions and whether or not I screamed. I wanted to be pissed at him, but it kept making me giggle. It was my own fault for having the stupid dream in the first place.

Now, I had to figure out what to wear to dinner. I knew I could say no. It wasn’t like he was actually forcing me to go to dinner. But part of me was thrilled at the possibilities.

I had brought exactly one dress to Dallas with me. My funeral dress. I didn’t think that was really appropriate for a so-called celebration dinner. Especially considering the occasion we were celebrating. That was just weird.

Honestly, I didn’t think I would ever wear the dress again. It would forever be my funeral dress. The dress I wore to give my father his final goodbye.

Instead, I decided my nice black jeans, pink sweater, and the heels I wore to the funeral would have to do. But then I remembered he told me we were going on his motorcycle. I didn’t trust myself not to lose a heel while he was speeding down the road with me clinging to his back. Knowing Kannon, it wouldn’t be a super nice restaurant.

In this situation, I hoped it wasn’t. I wasn’t dressed for it. I left my hair down, blowing it out after my shower. I took the time to put on some makeup but not too much. I didn’t want him thinking I was trying to make my sex dream come true. Sex with Kannon would be a mistake. The only sex we were going to be having was in my dreams. And maybe his.

I heard the roar of his motorcycle coming down the road. I shook my head. None of my friends back in Miami would believe me if I told them I had been riding around on the back of a Harley. Lucia and Dominique would but they had seen Kannon. They understood the appeal. He was a hard man to simply ignore. There was something about him I couldn’t resist. I knew I should, but he was a bad habit I didn’t want to break.

I grabbed my jacket and walked to the front door. He pulled up, dust swirling around the tires like some kind of rock star entrance. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. He killed the engine and swung his leg over the bike, his grin equally annoying and infectious. “Ready for the best non-date of your life?”

“I thought it was a celebration dinner?”

“Same thing,” he said with a shrug.

I shut the door behind me and locked it. He watched me walk toward him. Maybe I swung my hips a little more than usual. With him looking at me like that, how could I not? I felt like I was on a runway. He openly ogled me and I didn’t mind.

He handed me a helmet with a smirk. “Here’s your crown, princess.”

Reluctantly, I slipped it on, securing the strap under my chin while he watched, obviously amused by my lack of enthusiasm. As I climbed onto the back of the motorcycle, I couldn’t ignore the excitement that tingled through me. There was something inherently thrilling about the roar of the engine and the open road.

I wasn’t going to go out and buy my own, but I didn’t mind sitting behind Kannon. Actually, I really liked sitting behind him and having a good excuse to run my hands over his chest.

Kannon revved the engine, and we were off. The wind raced past us, tugging at my clothes and whipping my hair back from my face, despite the helmet. I tightened my arms around Kannon’s waist, the proximity comforting amid the rush of speed.

When he pulled the bike into a parking lot filled with beat up trucks and a few motorcycles, I was a little confused. I knew of the place. But it was a bar. Not a restaurant. And it wasn’t even a good bar.

He cut the engine, and I realized this was where we were going.

The building hadn’t changed much since high school. It was equal parts nostalgia and a reminder of how much time had passed since we’d been those two kids with nothing but wild dreams and half-formed plans.

I thought for sure he was joking. Maybe he was just dropping something off.

I slid off the back of the bike, pulling the helmet off and smoothing my hair. He grinned at me like he’d just delivered me to a five-star establishment. “You ready?” he asked.

“For what?”