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It’s time to put this pity party to bed. Taking another sip, I stand and dump the rest out in the sink. That’s when I hear the tires on the gravel road. Looking out the window, I see a familiar pair of super bright LED headlights with a light bar in between them. Shit. Flipping on the light switches for the kitchen and the front porch, I make it outside just in time to see Rory stepping out of her Jeep.
“You asshole.” She slams the driver’s door shut and rushes toward me. Her hair and makeup are still done, but she’s wearing a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. No wedding dress.
Once on the porch, the two of us stand toe-to-toe. But instead of Rory saying anything else, she slaps me hard across the face. My head snaps to the side, and I rub the sting away.
“What the hell did you hit me for?”
“You had years, Jackson. Years. Why would you wait until my wedding day?”
“I don’t know.” Rory’s eyes are puffy and bloodshot. But behind the obvious pain is anger, and lots of it. “Maybe it wasn’t the best idea.”
“Are you serious right now? You pulled the pin out of a grenade and exploded my entire life. Then you just walked away.” The manic laughter that accompanies her words tells me just how badly I fucked up. “How could you do that to me?”
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry? Oh well, that makes everything better.”
Rory takes the two steps off the porch and walks back toward her Jeep.
“Did you get married?”
“Does it look like I fucking got married?” She throws up her arms and looks down at her clothes. “I should be dancing right now, drinking too much champagne, and throwing cake in Brad’s face. Instead, I’m here in jeans and a T-shirt, yelling at you.”
She opens the door to the Jeep, but I rush toward her, placing my hand on the car door and slamming it shut. Then I back away, giving her some space to breathe. She remains facing the vehicle, unwilling to look at me.
“Why aren’t you there, Rory? I walked away. I told you how I felt, and then I left.” Rory doesn’t look at me, so I continue. “If what I said meant nothing to you, you could’ve married Brad and continued your life as if nothing happened. Why didn’t you get married?” Taking two steps closer, the gravel crunches underneath my boots, filling the silence. “Is it because you feel the same way I do?”
“Jackson, don’t,” Rory warns me.
“Tell me.” I’m standing behind her now, and I watch as her breathing quickens. The warmth from her body radiates into mine. “Tell me why you didn’t marry Brad.”
She turns and pierces me with her gaze. Aggressively, her hands are on my chest, and she shoves me hard.
“You selfish bastard.” She pushes me again, and this time I stumble back a little. “You should have told me last night. Or literally any other time except today. You embarrassed me.” Rory continues to walk toward me. Each step she takes, I take one away from her. “I hate you!” she screams. She shoves me once more. “I hate you.”
She goes to push me one more time, but when she does, I grab hold of her wrists and slam her up against the door of her Jeep. I pin her arms above her head and firmly press my body against hers.
“You don’t mean that.”
Rory’s eyes are on fire as she holds my stare. I know this woman. She won’t back down once she’s this hot.
“Yes, I do.”
I catch the tiny hitch in her voice as she speaks those words. She’s lying to herself and to me. My eyes travel down her face to her lips and then her chest. Her full breasts rise and fall with each angry breath she takes.
“No, you don’t.” My voice is low as I nuzzle her neck, breathing in her scent that I love so much.
She squirms, trying to break free of my grasp, and the movement only makes my dick harder. With a roll of my hips, Rory stills, and her eyes snap up to meet mine. She feels like a dream, like one of the many fantasies I’ve had over the years.
“Jackson—”
The way she breathes my name causes me to react. Like a magnet, my lips are on hers, and I capture the moan Rory lets out. This is actually happening. We’re both coherent and sober and here. Rory bites my bottom lip, and I part mine for her. The sensation of her tongue against mine forces me to push deeper against her. The sudden need to feel her is too great to ignore.
I release her wrists from my grasps. Rory’s fingers tangle through my hair before trailing down my neck toward my back. My hand moves under the hem of her shirt and palms her breasts. Over the lacy fabric, my thumb grazes across the nipple that’s poking through. Her body shivers under my touch, and I can’t help but smirk. Knowing that it’s finally me causing this reaction in her makes me feel more alive than I ever have.
My lungs burn in need of oxygen, but I’m afraid that breaking the kiss will snap us back into reality. And I never want this to end. I’ve waited what feels like a lifetime to kiss and feel this woman underneath me. I don’t want it to end here. My entire body is lit up like a firecracker on the Fourth of July. My heart is practically bursting out of my chest because having her finally makes it whole. Rory is the missing piece, and finally having her in my arms means she’s home. But I have to remember that just hours ago, she belonged to someone else.
Breaking our kiss, my lips trail down her jawline. “Tell me what you want, Rory.” My lips move down her neck, peppering open mouth kisses along her soft skin. My hands continue to roam down her soft stomach and over the curves of her hips.
“I…” Rory grinds herself against my erection. “Oh, God,” she moans out.
“If we’re moving too fast, I’ll stop.”
The palms of my hands are squeezing her round, luscious ass that she’s shaken in front of me and teased me with unknowingly since the first day we met. The feeling of her nails running down my spine makes me not want to give her an option.
Finally, she speaks. “Take me inside.”
