by Mama.
“I’m sorry you had to do that.” Bristol feathered her hands along my hair.
“You’re worth it.” Grams’s threat stayed with me. I crushed my lips to Bristol’s. I needed her to know how I felt. How much she meant to me.
My birthday was coming too damn quick.
Chapter 10
Bristol
His kiss was demanding, yet desperate. The argument with his grandmother had upset him. He might not know why, but I did.
Everyone liked Dawson.
That was probably why we’d mixed like oil and water until we’d come together like peanut butter and jelly. He hadn’t been able to stand that I didn’t like him when everyone else in King’s Creek kissed the ground he walked on.
Being on the outs with his grandma was worse. She was supposed to love him unconditionally, and maybe she did—it’d be hard to tell with Emilia Boyd, but she wasn’t entranced by his charm. And he’d had to lose his temper with her.
I met the strokes of his tongue with my own. It’d been a long day, and I’d been thinking about exactly what I wanted to do after my shower tonight. I’d planned to clean up and head to my hot neighbor’s and let him work all the knots out of my tense body.
He excelled at getting me to relax. And making me laugh.
I hadn’t known how little humor there’d been in my life until we’d quit being oil and water. Yet, I didn’t have to tolerate other people to know that no one could get me to laugh like Dawson.
I wasn’t good with words. He’d come to mean a lot to me in the last couple of months. My feelings for him terrified me. I wouldn’t speak them. I couldn’t. Not yet.
But I could show him. I could take away his tension, the way he’d done for me so many times.
I tugged his shirt from his pants and dipped my fingers under his waistband. He groaned against my mouth. My back hit the frame of the shop, but I didn’t want to go inside. The warmth of the day lingered behind the sun that was setting on the horizon. Oranges and reds filled the sky.
I flicked open his fly. My fingers brushed over the broad tip of his erection. I wrapped my hand around his hot length and worked him free of his underwear and pants without stripping him down.
I broke the kiss, gazing into his hooded eyes, and lowered myself to my knees.
“Bristol, you don’t have to . . .” He looked around, but we were alone. The cattle were in the pastures. Bucket was off grazing and Daisy was napping in the barn.
No one but Tucker and Kiernan ever stopped by and they were done for the day.
We were blissfully alone.
“Let me do this for you.” I pumped his dick, loving how hard he’d gotten since I’d touched him. He pulsed under my hand.
I held his gaze as I licked across the tip. The shudder that traveled through his body vibrated into my hand.
I never would’ve guessed that one day, I would hold Dawson King captive with nothing but the tip of my tongue. From caustic comments to licking him senseless. That was the trajectory of our relationship.
My eyelids drifted shut as I sucked him into my mouth, as deep as I could tolerate. I fisted the base of his shaft and his groan was more ragged than before.
“Fuck, Bristol.”
I hadn’t done this for him yet. I didn’t ignore this part of his body. He had a nice dick. Long and thick. Ropey with veins. Its bronzed color was a darker shade than even his forearms. I’d felt every glorious inch. But I hadn’t put my mouth on him yet.
I pulled back, slicking my tongue down his length as I went. He buried his hands in my hair. My ponytail hindered him, but he remained gentle. His fingers would tense, but as I stroked up and down, he didn’t push the pace faster.
This blow job proved that sex with Dawson didn’t compare to anything else in my past. After high school and getting treated like I was either a tick on some unseen scoreboard or a bad call that was soon forgotten, I hadn’t met anyone I’d wanted to do this for.
The few times I had, I couldn’t escape the cringe afterward. The reflexive way my body drew into itself, waiting for the fallout. And it hadn’t been much different than high school; only the feeling that they were somehow owed oral sex was