DYLAN

I placed her on the bed. I didn't want to pull away from her but I had to. I had to lock my bedroom door. Conner and I agreed that we wouldn't bring any women back here but I brought her here twice now. To me, she was worth breaking every rule in the book for.

I couldn't describe the feeling I got when I was near her. Just a simplew touch of her soft, delicate skin sent waves of electricity through my body.

The moment I closed and locked the door, I turned around and took in the sight of her on my bed. She looked so fucking fuckable in that dress she wore. She showed so much of her bare, tantalizing skin. I wanted to kiss her everywhere, to worship her entire body.

I walked over to her, her gaze glued to mine.  Hovering over her, I let my eyes slowly travel her body. I wanted to rip that dress right off her and God knows I could.

Instead, I just buried my head into the crook of her neck, breathing in her sweet scent. Grazing her jaw with my nose, I placed a tender kiss just behind her ear which caused her to take in a sharp breath.

"Breathe gorgeous," I whispered into the crook of her neck and as if on command she let out the deep breath she planned on holding.

Her breathing labored and so did mine. I pressed my lips against the sensitive skin on her neck causing her to involuntarily moan. She loved my touch as much as I loved touching her.

I brought my lips to the corner of hers, leaving a trail of kisses behind. Her full, plump lips tasted like cherries. They were soft and molded mines perfectly the first time we kissed.

The first time we kissed was just moments ago and I wanted to do it again.

Gently, I pressed my lips to hers, moving them slowly and effortlessly. She let out semi audible moans at the back of her throat which only added fuel to my already burning desire. I couldn't stop myself from deepening the kiss and allowing my tongue into her delicious mouth to massage and caress her tongue. I wanted to taste her, every part of her.

Maybe if I fucked her and got it done and over with I would be able to get her out of my head. I desperately needed to stop thinking about her.

I ran my hand up the slit of her dress as I kissed her. As I was about to grasp at her panties and yank it off her eyes flew open. She placed the palms of her hands against my chest and pushed me away. She was too weak to shove me off but I took the hint and rolled off her, laying myself onto the bed.

I looked into her dark brown eyes, they were clouded with so much desire for me but at the same time, they were clouded with uncertainty.

We were both breathing heavily but our breathing was synchronized and it sounded like a calming melody to my ears.

She sat up, pushed her hair behind her cute, small ears, and then fumbled with her fingers. I wasn't much of a people's person but it didn't take a genius to figure out something was bothering her.

"You don't have to stay loyal to the asshole! He doesn't even deserve you," I blurted out thinking that's what was eating at her.

"What?" her head whipped back, giving me the what the hell are you talking about look.

I shrugged, perched myself up on my elbows, and then asked, "You wanted me to stop because you felt guilty right?"

"No! God no!"

"Then what's wrong?"

Her eyes shifted onto a spot on the black, hardwood floor as she sunk her perfect teeth gently into her bottom lip. She looked hesitant and somewhat shy. I could tell she was debating within herself whether or not she should tell me what was bothering her.

I wouldn't blame her if she didn't tell me anything. I wanted to know what bothered her. Fuck I wanted to know! But I never told her anything about me. In the few times we met I've learned so much about her while she learned fuck all about me.

It's not that I didn't want to tell her about me. I never really had someone I could talk to before so I had been accustomed to just keeping my shit to myself. I learned to deal with my shit myself and not involve anyone else in my life.

I never trusted anyone in my life except for two people, Baby B and Malik. It sounds strange to trust a kid but she was like me, she had no one and so did I but we had each other.

"I just can't sleep with you because... "

I sighed at her incomplete response, "Because?"

She shook her head and fidgeted with her fingers once more. I placed my hand on her bare back, rubbing in small circles. Her posture straightened and then her back arched. I couldn't help the cocky smirk that displayed itself on my face knowing that just a simple touch from me on her soft, delectable skin turned her on.

Grabbing her by the arm in a swift motion, I pulled her on top of me. This forced her to hold her gaze to mine. She always told me that I was hard to read but when I looked into her eyes it was like staring into a blank abyss. It was either that she didn't have a soul at all or that she was just as guarded as I was.

"Tell me why I can't taste you. Tell me why I can't touch you. Tell me why I can't feel you. Tell me why I can't bend you over this bed right now and bury myself deep in you," my voice came out low and husky. Each word laced with need, hunger, and desire.

I rolled over making sure she was directly under me. My fingers grazed over her delicate face as I tucked away loose strands of her hair behind her ears.

"Tell me please," I murmured.

Her almond-shaped eyes were so enchanting and captivating. I could stare at her the whole day.

"Because..." she trailed off, "Because I...I'm still a virgin!"

A mischievous grin played on my face and I didn't even bother to hide it. I was proud of her. Not many women could make it out of high school a virgin. Even if they did then it didn't take them long to give up themselves in college.

But Lacy was different. She's gotten so far in life, was even about to get married and she never gave up her innocence for anyone. I had respect for that.

I got off her and walked over to my cupboard, grabbing a clean shirt and a pair of boxers. Throwing the items of clothing onto the bed, I gestured for her to take them.

I didn't think she needed the boxers considering my size to hers. My shirt would probably fit her like a dress but I assumed she would be uncomfortable in just my shirt.

"What's this for?" she asked holding the items of clothing flimsily in her grasp.

"Did you plan to sleep in that dress?"

"No, but I plan to go home."

My eyebrows furrowed and I bent my head down as I pinched the bridge of my nose, "It's late! You can leave in the morning."

"Where would I sleep?"

"You can take the bed, I'll take the floor. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me."

~~~

I found myself making a chicken pasta with mushroom sauce. She seemed impressed when I told her that I could cook and for some reason I wanted to impress her.

I've met many women and not one of them intrigued me the way she did. She pulled me in deeper and deeper without even trying.

That day I cooked for the two of us in Malik's loft I felt a sense of comfort and warmth just having her next to me. I played it off like it was nothing but when I saw that she was impressed by my skills I felt genuinely happy for once and that's something I very rarely felt.

I almost unveiled one of my many secrets that day but I stopped myself in time. I wanted to tell her but I didn't want to scare her away. It may have sounded stupid to everyone else but who would want to be with someone as messed up as I am. Once she realizes who I truly am, we're done for.

I don't know why I cared so much about Lacy. I don't know why I somehow felt attracted to her especially when she was irritated with my presence. I don't know why she came into my life but I kind of wanted her to stay. If I couldn't fuck her and get her out of my mind then I was going to find out everything about her so she could stay.

The timer went off which signified that the pasta was done cooking. I got two bowls of pasta prepared and left them on the kitchen counter.

I decided against screaming from the kitchen to inform her that the food was ready so I gathered all my pride and confidence before striding over to my room. The door was still closed. Lightly, I knocked on the door to get no answer.

"I'm coming in," I announced, slightly opening the door.

She stood up the moment I set foot into the room. My eyes involuntarily moved down her body. Her slender fingers held the ends of my black shirt, pulling it down by the hem. My eyes widened when I realized that she wasn't wearing the boxers I gave her.

I felt my dick twitch in my pants and I groaned running my hands through my hair.

Fuck! What was she doing to me? She made it so hard to resist the urge to bend her over the bed and pound right into her.

The shirt hugged the full curves of her hips and ended a few centimeters below her round ass. I silently prayed in my head that she would stay like that so I could admire her simple perfection but I didn't want Conner coming home with his prying eyes.

"Put the boxers on!" My voice came out colder than I wanted it to.

"I don't think I need it!"

"I don't want my roommate checking you out when he gets home."

Her lips curled into a sneaky grin, "I didn't peg you for the jealous type."

"Jealous? Me? You know what, do what you want. Dinner is ready."

Was she right? Was I jealous? I've never actually felt that emotion before so I didn't know. The sudden pang in my chest was indescribable. She did that to me. She had a way with me and I wondered if she knew it.

"I'm not hungry!" she proclaimed, cocking her head to the side.

"What? Are you on a hunger strike or something?"

"What? No!"

"So what? Do you plan to starve yourself?" I asked, raising an eyebrow in her direction. My voice was slightly raised due to frustration.

"Yeah, why do you care?"

Fuck! Her attitude! She had a comeback for everything. It's why I called her feisty. She had a mouth and she wasn't afraid to use it. I couldn't help but wonder what else that mouth could do.

She probably never wrapped those full lips around anyone before. Her innocence made me want her so much more.

"I don't care, but Malik will give me an ear full for allowing your arrogant ass to starve so if you don't put those boxers on and get into that kitchen now I'll be forced to carry you and force-feed you!" I blurted out, enraged.

I definitely wasn't use to people not following my orders.

She seemed unfazed at what I practically yelled at her. If it had been anybody else they would have quivered like a little rodent and scurried away to do my bidding. Instead, she just confidently strode over to me, her hips swaying from one side to the other. She stopped directly in front of me and cackled.

"And who do you think you are?" her voice was low and threatening.

Why did that turn me on so much?

I gripped her hips and pulled her against me, pressing my lips to hers. She didn't fight me or push me away. Just as her lips began to move with mine I pulled away slightly.

"Please!" I whispered against her lips, "Please let me feed you."

I wasn't the type of person to say please, thank you, or even sorry but her arrogance and attitude matched mine so I wasn't going to get her to eat by forcing her.

She nodded slowly. I grabbed the boxers from the bed and placed it in her hand, "Please," I was practically begging but I didn't care.

She slipped into my boxers and stood there waiting for me. I placed my hand in hers, lacing our fingers together as I ushered her into the kitchen. Placing my hands on her waist, I picked her up and sat her on top of the kitchen counter. She stared at me intensely, watching my every move. I picked up the bowl of pasta and used a fork to feed her the first bite. She wrapped her legs around my waist forcing me to come closer to her as I continued to feed her.

I loved the fact that her eyes never left me. Her concentration was purely on me and nothing or no one else. I was admittedly selfish with her attention and I wanted it all for myself.

"Are you not eating?" her tone full of curiosity.

"I don't want you to let me go."

"I won't," she said and planted a soft kiss on my forehead.

She pulled her gaze away from me and searched the countertop for my bowl of pasta. The moment she set her eyes on it her face lit up and a bright smile tugged at the corners of her plump lips.

She grabbed the bowl and started to feed me. It was almost as if she fed me with love which made the food taste a million times better. No one fed me with love before. When I was a kid I was fed out of duty and after that, I landed in one foster home after another. The people in my encountered foster homes were tyrants and good for nothing assholes. They only signed up to be foster parents for the money and nothing more. They never gave a fuck about me so anything dealing with love was foreign to me.

"Fuck! I'm going to have to sanitize that countertop aren't I?"

My head snapped to the doorway. Conner stood there with his hands in front of him and his eyes closed.

"Open your fucking eyes!"

"No way man! I thought we agreed we not bringing no women back to our domain?"

"She's my woman," I blurted out before I could even process the words.

"Well, could you both get a room?" Conner suggested opening one eye to peep at us.

Lacy made no attempt to release me from her grip between her legs. She began to giggle and shake her head like an adorable, innocent child.

"Nope!" I exclaimed popping the P for emphasis.

"Dylan! You're unbelievable man," he grumbled opening his eyes fully.

His eyes raked over Lacy's body and her legs tightened around me.

"Stop checking her out!"

"My bad but she's one fine woman."

"Yeah, I know. Lacy that's the roommate," I grinned sarcastically.

"Figured," with that she rolled her eyes, looking amused.

"I'm Conner," he said with a quick smile, "You two better not be too loud I need to study for my paper tomorrow!" With that he turned on his heel and left, confining himself within his room.

I turned back to Lacy to give her my undivided attention when I saw her looking at me with wide eyes. If she opened them any further they would pop out of her head.

"Your hand! How are you going to write?" she asked frantically pulling my banged-up hand in front of her.

"Relax! If I could make you a meal I can easily write an examination," I assured her.

"Don't you need to learn?"

I smirked, "I got this!"

~~~

"Big brother push me," Baby B laughed gleefully as she sat on the seat of the swing.

Her indented dimples and two missing front teeth made her look like an angel. All things were right in the world when she was around.

I stood behind her and she tilted her head back grinning happily. I couldn't help but join in her happiness. I quickly kissed her tiny forehead and said, "Hold on tight Baby B," before launching her off into the air.

"Higher! Higher!" she squealed.

And so I pushed her slightly harder causing her to go higher and higher.

"Hey big brother, it's the ice cream truck," she yelled, letting go of the chains that suspended the swing.

"Rose!" I watched as she soared through the air and then crash landed onto the grass.

I ran to her but they got there first. Those monsters. I wanted them to stay far away from her. They didn't need to touch her or hold her. They only pretended to care.

I tried to hold Baby B but they wouldn't let me.

"Stay away from Rose! This is all your fault!" one of them barked like the animals they were.

But I was too weak to fight back. Too weak to get her away from them. I ran and shouted behind them as they took her away and suddenly they disappeared.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" I woke up in shock, holding my ear, "Did you just lick your finger and stick it in my ear?"

Lacy shrugged, looking a little scared, "Yeah, it woke you up didn't it?"

I screwed my eyes shut and massaged my temples with two fingers. My body was drenched in sweat and my heart rate just barely began to regulate again.

"I'm sorry, thank you!" I mumbled softly.

"I'll get you some water."

"You don't have to."

"You're right I don't!" she said crossing her arms, "But I want to so don't stop me!"

I didn't bother to argue. I wanted to be left alone with just my thoughts for a while anyway.

It's been three years since I've seen that little girl and somehow I have dreamt about her almost every night. I tried to look for her but she wasn't at the same foster home anymore and her social worker refused to tell me where she was.

My eyes darted to the picture of her and me on my pedestal. That was the day she fell off the swing. It was a happy memory until that happened. I always tried to block out the bad and to just remember the good but when I was asleep the bad just always found a way to creep in.

"Here, drink it," Lacy said, pulling me out of my train of thought.

I drank the water and placed the glass on top of the pedestal, "Close the door and come to bed."

She nodded in agreement.

"I don't suppose you want to talk about it?" she asked as she got back into bed, concern clear in her voice.

"I don't even remember it."

She wrapped her arms tightly around me in a comforting embrace, "That's a lie but I know you will tell me one day."

She sounded so confident about that. I wasn't sure if I ever wanted to tell her.

"Let's go back to sleep," I urged.

We laid down on the bed. Her head on my chest and arm slung around me holding me tightly. I didn't know what home felt like but she seemed close to it.

She dozed off quickly and I heard soft, purr like snores escape her full lips. Lacy was like a cute little kitten, inviting but if you got too close, she might just claw your eyes out. The same way Goose clawed Fury's eye in Captain Marvel.

When I told her in the kitchen that I didn't want her to let me go I meant it. I carried her to bed and she fell asleep in my arms. It was the first time I went to bed with a girl and didn't fuck her.

I was willing to wait for her, for whenever she was ready but fuck! I hoped she would be ready soon because unfortunately, for me, blue balls are a thing. A very uncomfortable and painful thing and my hand could only do so much.

It felt good to be someone's protector. Lacy didn't need me to protect her but it felt good that she let me do it. She didn't have the whole bed of roses life either. She was tough and she persevered. Not many women would off made it this far in life if they were in her shoes.

I remember that day in Malik's loft when she told me how she met Brian. I couldn't understand why she put what her father wanted before what she wanted but then she wasn't selfish like I was. She wouldn't admit it but she cared about her family even though some of them couldn't give two shits about her.

I understood where she was coming from. I really did. She was busy seeking approval the way I sought out love as a kid. It was unhealthy.

A part of me couldn't help but wonder if she was only giving me the time of day because I was what girls liked to call a 'fuck boy'. Maybe she had stopped seeking her father's approval and she thought that she would go big or go home.

That thought halted all my urges to tell her anything about me. I never let anyone in but with her, it seemed easier to let her in than to keep her out. She broke down all my walls, made them crumble and fall, she made it seem like my walls never existed.

A slight groan escaped her lips and I tightened my grip around her, nuzzling my nose into her hair. Her hair smelt sweet, it was appetizing. I pressed my lips into her hair leaving a kiss behind.

"I'm right here", I whispered, wishing I could see her face.

I could get used to this. Having her in my arms. Never letting her go. It was blissful and peaceful. It was right!

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