Forever You're Mine (MINE #4)(11)

Shit, I did not want to cry. I wanted this to be a good day. I was excited about seeing my big brother. I wasn’t going to let her ruin it like she ruined everything else. “Just my selfish mother being her sweet self this morning. I don’t wanna talk about it, ok?”

The urge to lean over and kiss his freshly shaven cheek was strong, and if there was one thing I needed right now, it was one of his hugs.

Shit, now I’m really gonna cry.

Cannon nodded in understanding. He knew the kind of relationship I had with her and like the good friend he was…he let it go.

I settled in for the long ride, pulling my charger from my bag and plugging into the USB port in Cannon’s truck. He pressed a few buttons on his steering wheel, tuning the satellite radio to a country station. Cannon’s soft blue eyes caught mine and the smile curling one side of his lips had my belly on fire. Unlike Dent, Cannon had all of these colorful layers. Some were bright and brilliant. Some were dark and rich. But there was no question, they were all beautiful.

About an hour into the ride I began to grow restless, and I had to pee. “Can we stop at the next exit, please?”

“For?”

“I didn’t have breakfast. I need a snack.”

“Why didn’t you say so, we would have stopped sooner?”

The next exit landed us at a Flying J. One of those truck stops where you can find every little cheesy trinket and redneck accessory known to man.

Once I handled my lady business, I found Cannon in the candy isle. Long, strong fingers gripped the neck of a Dr. Pepper and a bottle of water in one hand while he reached for a pack of peanut butter M&Ms with the other.

Warmth spread through my chest and I felt a little lightheaded. This man, this complicated, complex man remembered things about me others didn’t. Like the fact that peanut butter M&Ms were my fave and Dr. Pepper was a necessity for me.

The gesture, while small and trivial, was a powerful one.





Stolen kisses are the always sweetest.

~Leigh Hunt





Fucked.

Beyond what I thought before. I’ve always been f*cked. Fucked in the head mostly, but my luck has always been for shit. This is why I kept my relationships minimal. I had a way of spreading my misery, sometimes unintentionally, but more often than not, intentionally. It was my way of sabotaging it before something good happened. I wasn’t crazy enough to believe it was reasonable, the way I treated people, or women for that matter. I was an *. Cora was kind enough to remind me of this often. It was a defense mechanism. My way of keeping people out.

And it worked.

I didn’t want anyone to get close enough to see the ugliness I harbored inside. Hell, most of the time the shit was too dark for me to even deal with. But Cora, Jesus Christ, the woman had completely disarmed me. Made me do shit I wouldn’t normally do? like buy her f*cking M&Ms.

Sucking in a deep breath, I swung my eyes to the right. Damn, she looked good today, wearing that sweet little sundress with her Tony Lamas.

Damn those boots.

Wonder how they would feel digging into my ass while I pounded into her? My cock twitched at the image, burning me from the other side of my jeans.

“You know, they say the green ones make you horny, but I’ve never felt anything but pure joy when I eat them,” she said causally, popping a few into her mouth.

The crotch of my jeans grew tighter along with my grip on the steering wheel. “Imma need you to not talk about shit that turns you on while I drive.”

Cora lowered her eyes, catching the bulge in my pants. A long sigh stole the air through her parted lips, and examples of what she would sound like while I f*cked her sang loud inside my head.

Sighs.

Moans.

Screams.

Fuck me.

“Do I turn you on, Cannon?”

I laughed at the ridiculousness of her question. “Are you seriously asking me that right now?” I gestured to the evidence. “You’re a walkin’, talkin’ hard-on.”

Crimson painted her sweet cheeks and the need to kiss each one tempted my lips. Damn, this was bad.

Real bad.

I needed to do something about this. Whatever the hell this was.

“Wanna play a game?” she asked, pulling me from my confusing thoughts.

“What kind of game?”

“Truth or dare.”

I laughed, wondering what the hell she was up to. “That’s a very dangerous game, Cora.”

“What can I say, I’m feelin’ a little frisky today,” she teased, shifting in her seat to face me. “You’re not chicken are ya, Cannon?”

She wagged her brows as a sexy, coy smile shaped her lips. My hand itched to bring those incredible lips to mine. I had to know what they tasted like.

“If we do this there are no exceptions, everything’s fair game. Deal?” I gave her a knowing look, trying to convince her to back out before we start this little road show. Because I knew exactly how I was going to end it.

“Deal.”

“Ok, I’ll go first.” she said.

“Why do you get to go first?”

“Because I’m a girl. Ladies first dude.”

“Bullshit,” I muttered.

She smiled. “Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.”