HayleighI know nothing of love.
The question is, can he trust me?Brannon
Hayleigh is not my fate
The question is, will she survive them?
“It doesn’t matter the reasons, Brannon. You want me to give you my trust, well, it goes both ways. You’ll just have to trust me when I say that I have boundaries and if you can’t be comfortable with them, then we can’t have anything at all.”
Oh, hell to the motherfucking no.
“Baby, you threw that option out the window when you showed up on my doorstep. I’m not letting you go, no more dancing around this. You’re mine. End of.”
Hayleigh’s eyes widen at my little speech, but then they narrow menacingly, her brows dropping deep over her frosty gaze. She opens her mouth to speak, but I keep her silent with a finger on her lips. I trail the finger down her silky cheek and then lower until I reach a nipple, then draw a circle around it. I can vaguely see it hardening through her shirt and when I brush across it, she gasps. I lean forward and place my lips on the shell of her ear. “You’re body agrees with me. I bet if I slipped my finger into your pussy, I’d find you drenched for me.”
I take the hand I’m holding and place it over my rock hard cock, then shift it up and splay her hand on my pounding heart, “And, I’m yours.”
Once again, I shut her down when she tries to talk, “No, baby.” I growl. Her eyes get big again at the rare gruff sound coming from me. “We’ve done this your way for four years. We are going to do it my way now. You don’t have to tell me everything right now. Eventually, you’ll trust me enough to share it all with me. For now, you’re going to put your big girl panties on,” I immediately push away the images of lacy shit that pop into my mind, and rush on before she blisters me with the fury in her eyes, “and give us a chance.”
“Let’s be clear about one thing,” I continue, “I decide what is best for me, what my heart can handle, whether I want to take a chance on us. That is my choice. So, get rid of any ideas you have about wanting to spare me the hurt, or thinking you know what I want, these are not your decisions to make. These are just excuses for you to hide behind and I’m not going to allow it. If you walk away, you’ll have to own it. Do you understand?”
Hayleigh is looking at me with anger and shock, but underneath it all, I see the hope lighting her eyes from within. It finally dawns on me, Hayleigh want me to make the decision for her, to take charge and pushing her to take a step she doesn’t have the courage to take on her own. I have zero problems with that.
“So, here is what we are going to do, you’re going to stop fighting me and let me love you. We’ll see where this goes from day to day. Now, you’re going to get your ass over here and let me kiss you like I’ve wanted to for four fucking years.”
I’m a lover of all things books, a hopeless romantic, and have always had a passion for writing. Between being a sappy romantic, my love of an HEA, my crazy imagination, and ok, let’s be real, my dirty mind, I fell easily into writing romance.
I’m a huge baseball fan and yet, a complete girly, girl. I’m an obsessive reader and have a slight (hahaha! Slight? Yeah, right) addiction to signed books.I’m married to my very own book boyfriend, an alpha male with a sexy, sweet side. He is the best inspiration, my biggest supporter and the love of my life. He is also incredibly patient and understanding about the fact that he has to fight the voices in my head for my attention.
I hope you enjoy reading my books as much as I enjoyed writing them!