She’d always been an untouchable, beautiful girl, but I’d never considered anything more until she’d jumped in my car one day when I’d offered to drive her to school while on leave.
She’d turned seventeen that summer.
I’d been over in Afghanistan, graduated to Delta Force after being a Special Ops Ranger for three years. They’d psych-tested me, looked into my family history, and ran me through a physical that most rangers probably couldn’t pass.
I’d aced everything.
Or their dicks were so hard after seeing my biological father’s name on the file that they pushed me through. His mob connection and reputation as a sort of James Bond for the government twenty years ago made for a great story.
People didn’t understand that the mob had been working with the government in some capacity for a long time.
No one had found him since I was a baby. All we had to show for him was a very nice farm and a small fortune in my mother’s bank account. That and he left me DNA that gave me a knack for killing and having a precise shot. I didn’t fold under pressure, I relished it. I didn’t shrink from torture or pain, I inflicted it. But before all that, I’d lived a normal life. I grew up down the street from this big family, and I became best friends with Delilah’s older brothers and her twin sister.
Then, I couldn’t avoid the temptation of her, the lure of her soft smile, how she always smelled so sweet.
She’d enjoyed that way more than I anticipated. We’d been on orgasm three or four for her and still she’d come alive when I nipped that soft flesh.
Wasn’t so innocent now. If the town knew, if her mother or her brothers or, God forbid, her fucking dad found out, they’d kill me.
I shouldn’t have been proud of it. Yet, I relished this too.
Delilah Hardy had owned my heart, and now I owned taking her virginity.
She rustled in the bed where I watched her. I leaned in and gave her a soft kiss. “I think I love you, Lamb. I think you’re the one thing I love too much to let go.”
I wanted to think I had her heart too as I packed up to catch my flight.
We promised we’d write. I promised to find a way to tell her brothers and family. Just not now. It wasn’t right to do it now when they’d flown home to see me, when I was flying out after just a week.
We promised we’d figure it out though.
We wanted to be together.
… Until I found out she didn’t.
Two Weeks Later
From: Dante Reid <[email protected]>
To: Delilah Hardy <[email protected]> Lilah,
Sorry that I couldn’t stay longer. I told you I would call, but I won’t be able to for a while again. Missions got moved and I got moved up. I’m happy but pissed. I’m deployed again for a good while. You’ll be at UCLA by the time I’m home.
I can still come visit, right? We won’t have to sneak around there. I’d like to take you on a date or fuck you loud enough for the campus to hear.
You’re going to tell the guys at that university that you have a boyfriend, right? Shit, I should have asked you while I was home. I didn’t expect your brothers to fly in to see me. Everything happened so fast.
I have to tell them soon. Make it official.
Then, I’m thinking I need to send you a few shirts with my face on them, along with some pictures of me so that it’s clear you’re taken at that college of yours. I don’t need some ripped surfer guy trying to steal my girl.
And you are mine.
That pretty pink pussy of yours belongs to me.
Forever and ever.
Count to seven over and over again if you’re having a hard time catching your breath, Lilah.
Although, you breathing fast like I know you are now is one of the biggest turn-ons there is.
Write me back soon. I’m sick of missing you.
Dante.
From: Delilah Hardy <[email protected]> To: Dante Reid <[email protected]>
Dear Dirty Dante,
Jesus. It’s what I have to call you now after that. Yeah, I’m moving to school in a couple weeks. I know you won’t be able to email much, but I’ll just reread your dirty emails.
They make me smile.
And breathe fast.
My brothers will freak out if you say a word and then they will hound me until you get back. Let’s just tell them all when you’re here. That way, they might be on their best behavior if we tell them in front of our parents or something. I don’t know.
Or we don’t have to tell anyone because this doesn’t have to be what you want. It’s okay that we had a fun couple weeks sneaking around, you know? I kind of tricked you into everything, and I don’t want you to feel like … I don’t know. I’m just letting you know there’s no obligations here. I appreciate you being amazing and don’t want you to feel the need to keep this going just to save family dynamics or anything.