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“No. I’m sure she will. At least for a little bit. She has high hopes, but she always does when a new guy comes into her life.”
I frown at that, not wanting his mom disappointed even though I don’t know her at all. “Maybe it will work out.”
He snorts a quick laugh and the sound isn’t cruel, but it’s more certain that there is no way that will happen. I wonder how many times she’s had her heart broken and it broke his along with it. “It won’t. This guy is good. Slick, I’m sure. He’s goingto tease her into thinking that it’ll be fine, but it won’t be. She’s done this too many times, and it’s the same ending every time.”
But ever the optimist, I ask, “But what if it does work out this time?”
He lifts his head to look up at me, his hand smoothing across my cheek and stilling. “It hasn’t before. She does this. She thinks every new guy is her prince charming. She gets excited and nothing else matters. And then he dumps her, and I pick up the pieces.”
I press my hand to his and kiss his wrist. “But sometimes things work out. What if this is that time? What if she’s found her prince? Then what?”
He stares up at me, almost like he can’t imagine it, but then he pulls his eyes away from mine and focuses on my lips.
“Then maybe I could finally move out.”
I inhale a quick, sharp breath. “You want that?”
He doesn’t laugh or scoff. “I do. Desperately. But I can’t leave her here alone. It’ll never happen.”
“You need to learn to hold on to hope, Braxton.”
He snorts so loud that he chokes. “I’ve held on to hope for ages, but it always slips through my fingers. So what’s the point?”
I smile at him and lean up, kissing his soft lips. “It’s going to be good this time. I can feel it.”
“Yeah. Okay.” He doesn’t believe me and that’s alright because I just know it’s gonna be good. Things are going to start changing for the better for him. Baby steps, but I can feel it.
“I’ll believe for you then. I can do that.”
He sighs against me. “Okay, I’ll let you, but you’ll see. And then you’ll learn.”
But I don’t think so. I think that this time, I’ll be right.
twelve
. . .
braxton
I keep lookingat Jimbob’s ass in those jeans. Keep thinking about how I wasinsideof him. We haven’t fucked again, but I want to.
We’ve done plenty of other things this week though. Jimbob really likes sucking my dick. Like a whole lot. He even asks nicely to do it.
Can I please suck your dick, Braxton?
Always such a gentleman.
He isn’t very polite when he’s choking on me though, but I fucking love watching him on his knees. His blue eyes blown out, his cheeks pink, his lips swollen.
God, he’s a dream come true, and yet, in the back of my mind, I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop. I don’t want to end up like my mother, pining after some guy, getting too lost in the moment. But with him? I don’t know. It’s just so easy to do just that. And it’s not nearly as scary as it probably should be. I wantto get swept up in him, lose myself in the moment, and not just when we’re fooling around.
We’ve done so much more than that. We’ve spent every night in one of our beds, cuddling and holding one another. I’ve never felt more safe and secure than when I’m in his arms. It’s a new feeling for me. One I’m allowing. He makes me far too happy, but I think I like it. I think maybe it would be worth the heartbreak if something did happen. But somehow, with him, I don’t think he’d ever be the one to hurt me.
And I know I’d protect him with my life. Somehow this guy has me totally wrapped around his finger, and I don’t mind it one bit. To me, he’s worth it.
“Can you grab the honey?” Jimbob asks and then grins when he sees my pink cheeks. “Checking me out, huh?”
“No,” I say with a shake of my head, and then I grab the crate of honey and hand it to him because I’m so busted. “Where does this go?”
