The Rivals - Dylan Allen Page 0,177

got you.” I smile down at her. I feel pleased as a motherfucker that she’s smiling like that and hasn’t even opened it. I snatch it back from her and tuck it under my arm. “I want to give it to you. Later.”

“Why later? What’s wrong with now?” She ducks her head around me and reaches for it.

I move it out of her grasp. “Nothing, it’s just that I have plans for us.”

“Plans? Like what?” She stops and crosses her arms over her chest. The yellow cotton of her dress stretches tight over her very ample tits and my mouth waters.

“It’s a surprise,” I say and walk us around the side of the house to where my grandfather’s truck is parked. Tonight the huge flatbed has got a small mattress rolled up in it and a stack of blankets along with some torches and bottles of water.

“You’re full of surprises,” she says happily as she surveys the stash when I drop the door of the pickup gate.

“You’re the best surprise I’ve had all year, Kal. I know it’s just been a couple of months, but it’s been fucking amazing.”

She slides those eyes at me and the sun hits them just right when she does. They turn into that translucent coppery color that mesmerizes me. She slips her hand into mine and squeezes it.

“It has been amazing. I don’t know what happens next, but I’m thinking maybe, this story of ours has a happy ending.”

“If it’s not happy, it’s not the end.” I chuck her under the chin. And stroke the soft, supple skin right below her lip with my thumb. “Now, let me turn that think into a know.

I tug her around to the passenger side and open the door and give a short bow. “Your carriage.”

She starts to climb in and I grasp her hand and squeeze her fingers until she looks back at me. As soon as those luminous brown eyes meet mine, I forget what I was going to say.

“You okay?” she asks in that soft voice of hers and a familiar stirring starts in my fucking pants. I don’t ignore it this time. I’ve got plans for it. And soon.

“Yeah. I’m good. Just wanted to get one more look at the prettiest girl I ever saw.”

She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear and bites her bottom lip as a smile breaks and I swear it feels like the sun is rising in them when her eyes join her lips in the act this time.

“You’re the prettiest boy I ever saw.” She leans forward and presses a kiss to my cheek; her lips are wet and soft and cool against my cheek. I cup the back of her neck and hold her there. Her breath hitches and when I pull away so I can see her face, her eyes are closed.

I lean back in and put my mouth to her ear. “I’m not fucking pretty.”

She throws her head back and laughs in delight.

“I know, you’re a badass motherfucker, too, Remi. But you’re a pretty one, too. Accept it.”

She winks and steps up into the truck.

When I climb in, I open my palm on the seat between us and she lays her hand on top of it. I run my fingers up her palm before I link them with hers. I press it to my lips for a kiss and as we drive off toward the lookout I found; I know this will be a night I’ll never forget.

Chapter 11

FIRSTS

KAL

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After dinner, he drove us out of the city. To this park in Rosenberg where the lack of streetlights makes it possible to see the stars.

“You remembered,” I whisper. My heart is so full it could burst.

“Yeah… I did. You wait until the sun finishes setting… it’s beautiful here,” he says and wraps an arm around me to pull me close. It is beautiful here. The truck is running and “Your Body is a Wonderland” by John Mayer is playing on repeat.

If I’m honest, I’ve never loved Houston. Rivers Wilde and all its quaint suburban perfection is the first place I’ve lived that I could imagine myself staying. Before we moved there, I couldn’t wait until I was old enough to go live somewhere glamorous. Maybe Paris. Wherever it is, I need to be able to see the stars.

“Thank you so much. This is perfect.”

“I have one more thing.” He sits up and reaches behind him to pull out the brown paper-wrapped package I’d seen