“Damn these Scottish cheeks.” She presses her hands to her red face.
“Spare me the details, but if we’re being serious, yeah, Isabella did a number on Dakota. It’s taken her a year to get back into dating.”
“What did she do?”
“What didn’t she do?” I ask, rolling my eyes. “She was Dakota’s first girlfriend ever, which is a revelation on its own, but pair that with someone who is vindictive and manipulative, and you have a recipe for disaster. Dakota started to equate her gayness to everything Isabella didn’t like about her. So she thought if she dressed in a way that Isabella didn’t like, she wasn’t being a proper lesbian. If she didn’t kiss a certain way, talk a certain way, publicly display her affection a certain way, that it was all wrong.”
“Och, that’s awful.”
“It was really bad. Dakota felt broken for a very long time. She would second-guess herself, wonder if she was actually gay or if it was Isabella. She was completely mind-fucked.”
“Well, that would explain why she apologizes or second-guesses every move she makes and everything she says. When we kissed for the first time, she pulled away and apologized right before she tried to flee the scene. I had to reassure her I desperately wanted her to kiss me. And I feel like I do that more often than not.”
“Reassure her?”
“Aye,” Isla sighs. “I’m not irritated with having to tell her how beautiful she is or talented or thoughtful. It’s that I wish she saw it herself, ye ken?”
“I know exactly what you’re talking about, and I think it will all come in time. She needs to be with the right person, and once she starts seeing the value in herself, it will shine through. Trust me, Dakota can’t be knocked down for that long. She’s strong willed and has always been bound and determined to make something of herself. Keep working on her, don’t let her apologize for something she shouldn’t be apologizing for, and show her what it’s like to be in a healthy, normal relationship.”
“That’s really good advice. Thank ye, Bonnie.”
“Of course. Always feel free to come to me with questions. I’m the Dakota whisperer.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” She bumps my shoulder, and even though I haven’t spoken to Dakota yet today, deep down I feel just a little bit closer to her after talking to Isla.
See, Bonnie, everything is going to be okay.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
ROWAN
Days since I realized I’m falling for Bonnie: One.
Hours spent thinking about Bonnie: Every single goddamn hour.
I’m toast.
Roasted.
Charred and served.
Bonnie has planted herself in my headspace, and nothing can remove her.
Nothing.
“You’re gorgeous,” I say as Bonnie sinks down on my length until she bottoms out.
The minute she got to my place, she stripped down, pushed me into my bedroom, and relieved me of my clothes. She then spent a good ten minutes worshipping my body until I couldn’t take it anymore. She sheathed me with a condom and is now slowly rocking up and down my shaft.
“I missed you,” she says, looking down at me, her hair like a golden curtain pushed to the side. “Is it desperate that I missed you?”
I chuckle and grip her hips, trying to entice her to pick up the pace, but instead she draws it out some more. “Nay, lass. I missed you too.”
“Missed me, or missed sex?”
“Missed you more, but I did miss this with you.”
She smirks. “Good answer.” Her hands fall to my torso and drag up to my pecs, where she grips and shifts her body, giving us a different angle. It must really work for her, because her mouth falls open and a low moan erupts from her.
“Just like that,” I say, pushing my pelvis up into her. “Fuck, you feel perfect.”
She grips my cheek and presses her mouth to mine, begging for entrance with her tongue. I don’t give it at first—instead, I let her live off closed but powerful kisses. She does everything she can to pry open my mouth, even bite my bottom lip, but I hold still as my hands travel down her back and grip her ass. I spread her cheeks and push up into her hard and fast. Her mouth pops off mine, and she cries out in pleasure.
“Yes, Rowan. Yes, please don’t stop.” She lifts up, one hand planted against my chest, the other pushing her hair back as her tits bounce right in front of me . . .
Hell.
“Bonnie,” I choke out. “Lass, you there?”