All My Tomorrows Are Yours: LUNA MOON SERIES BOOK 1

by Tia KENZIE

  “Yeah, I get that. But I don’t like the idea of you getting close to her. I’m jealous Colt, I admit it.”

  “I know, I understand that. Look, I’m going to keep in touch with her, but I’ll try to keep her at a distance. I won’t abandon her, even if it hurts you D, I can’t. I feel bad enough because I had to lie to her. I couldn't admit that I know where she's been or what happened, so I just pretended. Made me feel like shit to be honest.

  You need to tell her what happened, but I don't know how you can at the moment. The trouble is the longer it goes on, the harder it will be for her to forgive. And I believe she will forgive D, she’s still the same Luna inside, the same sweet girl. D, you realize that it was her birthday yesterday don't you? She turned 18 and she was all alone. I couldn't not follow her. I couldn't even give her a gift because I wasn't supposed to know she was here.”

  I feel bad, because Toby had to lie to her too. He had to pretend that he didn't know where she'd been all these years too. Fuck! I'm making everyone lie to her!

  “Fuck, I forgot about her birthday, I can't believe it. For the first time since she left I forgot. Colt I'm scared, I need her to know I never stopped loving her, that this thing with Serena isn’t real. Only, if it was a suicide attempt… Fuck! I don’t know anything at the moment.

  I just don’t know how to carry on without her, especially now I know that she’s back. I’m sorry Colt, for shutting you and Mom out, for everything.”

  He grins, pulling me into another hug. “I know, me too. I love you brother; you need to keep in touch. You also need to contact Mom, she’s been worried to death about you D, it’s been eating her up inside, not hearing from you.”

  "Yeah, I will. And you're right Colt, about Luna being more confident. I was just at The Reef and she throat punched the bitch, it was awesome. You would have been proud."

  He starts laughing then, so I join in too.

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  Chapter 11.

  Waking up early, I check my phone. Disappointed that there’s nothing from Colt, I grab a quick shower, then get changed into shorts, vest top and a hoody.

  Feeling bored now, I text Toby, just to check in. He’s happy to hear from me, then asks if Dante would be able to see me later. I don’t answer for ages. I mean, what the hell? Then I think, yeah, I really want to see him. I’m not going to mention Colt, but it’s Dante! Even though he's crushed me, I still need to see him.

  After a few texts back and forth, it’s arranged for Dante to meet me here, about 6pm tonight. Apparently, he has a football game or practice, whatever!

  A knock on the door comes at 6pm, precisely. Flinging it open, Dante is stood there.

  He looks gorgeous, insanely so. He’s got on athletic shorts and a grey hoody. I’m gathering he’s just been in the shower too, as his hair is still wet.

  I open the door wider, giving him space to enter. “Do you want a drink or anything?” Yep, it’s all I could think of.

  He gives me a shy smile. “No thanks, I’m okay.”

  “Okaaaay then, take a seat.” I point to my bed, it’s the only place to sit in here.

  He stands for a few moments, then makes his way over, sitting far back against the wall. The same as Toby did, I notice.

  Awkward minutes pass, neither of us knowing just what to say. Which is ridiculous, when you think about it.

  I decide to man up (or woman up). I slowly approach the bed. “Can I have a hug?” I’m biting my lip, not sure if it was the right thing to say. He nods, opening his arms. I climb on the bed, onto his lap. We hug for a while, neither of us speaking.

  “Why did you want to see me?” It’s a good question, right?

  He pulls his head back, to look at me.

  “I just needed to see you. I’ve missed you so much Luna. I’m sorry about the other night, at the beach.”

  “Yeah? Which part? Oh, you mean me finding out she’s your girlfriend, no sorry, fiancée I think I heard her say. You know, I don’t think you could have hurt me any more than what you have. To pick her Dante, I can’t forgive you.”

  “Please don’t say that.” He hangs his head, looking at his lap.

  “I saved my first kiss for you, you know. I mean yeah, we kissed before, but I mean the first, real, passionate kiss. The kind you share with the one you love. Not as children, but as teenagers, in love.

  All those years I used to dream about it, picture how it would be, when I finally found my way back to you. Well, after what happened at the beach, you know, me finding out…about you and her. Well, you broke me. Completely shattered me Dante.”

  He shakes his head, about to cut me off but I place my hand across his mouth, to quieten him.

  “Dante, you need to listen, just let me tell you.”

  He holds my face, a hand either side. “Okay, I’m listening.”

  I take his hands and move them away, sitting up straighter, moving my legs to straddle him. I look into his eyes; he gazes back at me. “Dante, I gave it to someone else. You hurt me so much that I gave that one piece of me, that piece I’d been holding onto, dreaming about giving you, to someone else.”

  “Are you gonna tell me who Luna?” He asks, brokenly.

  “It doesn’t matter, you don’t deserve to know.” I shake my head, starting to lift myself away from him.

  But he stops me, hugging me to him. “Show me Luna, show me what I missed. Please. I know I don’t deserve it, but I need to know. I’ve dreamt of it too, every fucking day Luna. I know you don’t believe it now, but please, just know it’s true. I can’t explain everything yet, but when I can, you will see that I’ve always loved you. Not one day has passed that I’ve not thought about you, hell, I’ve fucking cried for you Luna. I’m not ashamed to admit it, because that’s how much I love you.”

  Looking at him I kinda believe him. This is the Dante I used to know, the boy I fell in love with. The way he looks at me, with love radiating from his eyes, it’s the same as it was before. My mind is just…fucked! I’m confused and angry, but most of all I’m hurt.

  Tears are falling down his face now, he makes no move to clear them. I make my decision. I’ve always hated to see him sad. Taking his face in my hands again, I lean in to kiss his tears away.

  “Close your eyes Dante.”

  He does, not even questioning it. I decide to use what I know, what I’ve planned out for years, so I do. Yeah, it may be 2nd hand now, but I still need to know, to know if it would play out how I always imagined it being with my boy. Even if he’s not mine anymore.

  I start with the kisses to his jaw, moving to trail my tongue up to the soft spot, just under his ears. He lets out a sigh. I place a kiss at the side of his lips, then slowly move the tip of my tongue along the seam. I can feel him getting hard under me already. Go me! When I tug my teeth on his bottom lip his dick twitches and his eyes fly open, startling me. He keeps them open, gazing at me with a look of longing, the green a vibrant, sparkling emerald.

  “Close your eyes,” I murmur against his lips. He does. I place gentle kisses along his lips and tug with my teeth again. His hands fly to my sides, holding on tight, just like Colt did. But this is different. With Colt it was passion, violent, all consuming passion. With Dante it’s just a feeling of love, his hands and lips just pouring so much love into me. But it’s coated in a fine film of sadness and regret too.

  I move my lips to his neck and start kissing him there, he moves his dick against me, pushing for deeper contact. On instinct I’m pushing back, desperate to ease the pressure building in my core. My hips start to rock against him, acting purely on instinct, of their own volition.

  He lifts my head up to his, then it’s him kissing me. He takes over, setting his own pace. He kisses me deeper, his tongue playing with mine. It’s a feeling I’ve not known before. Yeah, it was fantastic with Colt, but this, is just pure fire.

  My hands are in his hair, tugging at the strands. Our movements become frantic, the kisses powerful and so, so deep. We’re rocking a
gainst each other, desperate for release. I can feel my panties are wet, they are drenched. His hands are all over me, stroking and exploring under my hoody. His hands slide under my vest top, covering my breasts with his strong, perfect fingers. Then he’s playing with my nipples, rolling and tugging them.

  He pulls away from the kiss. “Luna, I fucking love you,” he chokes out.

  I’m still rocking against him; I can feel the pressure building. Keeping my eyes on him, watching him watch me, I feel it. A buildup of pleasure that is so desperate for release. My mouth opens in a silent O, I can’t keep my eyes open any longer. Stars flash in my mind, my back arches and I come. My fucking God, do I come. Wave after wave of pure pleasure pulses through me.

  After the ripples ebb away, I open my eyes again. I find Dante staring at me, with a look of wonder in his eyes.

  I throw myself back into his chest, tucking my head under his chin. I feel torn, not sure what to do or say.

  My God! That was everything I had ever imagined it would be. But tinged with sadness, loss, and pure fucking confusion. Christ! I came and he didn’t even have to use his fingers to bring on my release.

  “Luna, that was the sexiest thing I have ever seen. To see you like that. You are just so perfect.” He says into the top of my head. I smile to myself, feeling proud that he obviously liked it. I tilt my head back to look at him.

  “Did you? You know.” I shrug my shoulders, blushing.

  He smirks at me, “Yeah, I fucking did. Like a 12-year-old.”

  “Me too,” I say, biting my lip.

  He grabs my face and plants a quick kiss on my lips.

  “I fucking missed you Luna Moon. I’m gonna do everything I can not to lose you again, I promise.”

  My heart drops at his words. “It’s too late though Dante. You already lost me once….and you lost me for good the moment you made that evil fucking bitch your girlfriend.”

  He shakes his head. “Fuck no Luna. Don’t say that, please.”

  “I am saying it, because I mean it. It’s killing me inside now Dante, just looking at you and knowing you’ve been near her. I can’t even let my mind start to wonder what you’ve done together. Dante, you’re not my boy anymore. You can’t be my anything, ever again.”

  He holds my face tighter. “I’ve never kissed her, never touched her, in any way. I fucking hate her Luna.”

  That makes me pause, “what do mean? Why are with her then?”

  He closes his eyes for a few seconds, then opens them again. “I can’t tell you, not yet. But when I do, it will make sense.”

  Yeah, okay! Liar, liar, pants on fire! I jump up, climbing off him. He reaches a hand out to stop me but I pull away.

  “Luna don’t please. She means nothing at all to me. I hate the fucking bitch. And what we’ve done tonight, what just happened between us, I promise you I have never experienced anything like that at all before. I mean with her, or anyone. You are my first proper kiss, I promise you.”

  I’m shaking my head. “I don’t believe you. There’s no way you have been with her all these years and not found yourself kissing her, or whatever else.” He must think I’m fucking stupid.

  “Tell me, are you engaged to her?”

  His face drops, his eyes losing any life at all in them. He nods, looking away. I make my way to the bathroom, desperate to escape because I can’t stand to look at him any longer. I feel all the hurt crushing me again, I’m struggling to breathe as my throat closes up, choking me. Without looking back, I ask him to leave, then close the door behind me.

  I fall to the floor, curled up in a ball. Sobs rack through my body, the pain so intense in my heart that it’s an actual, physical thing.

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  I don’t know how long I stay there, in the same position. I just know that it’s been a while. My tears are still falling, but at least the violent sobs have stopped now. I can feel my mind numbing, refusing to allow any thoughts.

  After a while I feel cold, my body starts shivering. I realize I need to move but I just don’t have the energy. The bathroom door opens but I don’t look. I can’t bear to see his face again. I thought he’d left, and I was glad of that, I can’t cope with him anymore.

  Hands reach for me and I’m lifted off the floor and held against a hard body. Looking up I find Toby’s gorgeous eyes looking back at me. He holds me to him and moves us into the bedroom, sitting himself on the bed while still cradling me.

  “I’ve got you Princess.” He whispers, kissing the top of my head.

  “Tell me what you need.”

  I look at him, shaking my head, because I can’t think of anything that would help. I’m just filled with pure sadness. We sit there for a while, in silence. His arms are comforting and once again he makes me feel loved and not so alone.

  I start shivering again so he moves us under the covers, him positioned behind me so he’s spooning me. After I’ve warmed up, I turn around to face him.

  “What do you need Princess? Anything at all, I will get it for you.” He strokes his fingers across my cheek.

  “I could do with a new life Toby. And a memory wipe. Can you do that for me? I need to forget everything that has ever happened to me. Especially him. How come you are here, always helping me?”

  He smiles sadly, “he asked me to come over, for you. He waited until I got here then he left. I know you don’t believe it now, but he loves you. It’s not my place to tell his story, and I won’t, but what I can tell you is this. He was tricked into the position he now finds himself in. Then something happened, he thought he was doing a good thing but in actual fact, it was a trick. His actions caused him to hurt someone who he loves very much.

  He can’t live with the guilt Princess, which is why he acts so angry with everyone. I can tell you that not a day has passed that he hasn’t loved you, missed you with all his heart. But he can’t be with you just now, he just needs you to wait for him a bit longer. I know he won’t ever ask that of you, so I am Luna. Will you just hold on a bit longer for him? For me? He’s the best friend I’ve ever had, and I want to see him happy again, like when we were kids and he had you. I made him a promise to keep you safe, until he can. That means I will give you whatever you need, to make that happen. Also here, he left this for you.”

  He holds out a small wrapped box. I open it quickly, finding inside a small heart shaped charm. It has the letter L on one side and a D on the other. It's for the bracelet he bought me, I just know it. I wipe my tears again, happy that Dante remembered my birthday, but unsure how to feel about everything I've just been told. If what Toby says is true then I’m not sure of anything at the moment, at all. I mean, Talia did say she’s never seen Dante with Serena, together. Yeah, they may sit together but there’s never been any passion, any loving displays between them. What the fuck is happening?

  I give a really big sigh. “So, you are doing all this for Dante then? I stupidly thought you liked me Toby. I thought you really cared, were my friend.”

  I sit up, intending storming off again. Now I’m pissed, and very embarrassed. I thought he actually had feelings for me, but no, it’s all about his sense of duty to his best friend.

  He sits up, putting an arm around my shoulders. “Fuck Princess no, don’t think that. I do like you, I always have. I wish things were different, that you had been mine, but you were already Dante’s when I met you. If you hadn’t been, then I guarantee I would have made you mine. Look at me, please.”

  I turn my head, looking into his gorgeous amber eyes.

  “Princess, I do care about you, I always have. I care as a friend,” he holds my face with both hands, “I'm also insanely attracted to you, you make me feel things when I’m near you. I think you are the most beautiful person, inside and out, who I wish I was free to fall in love with, who would love me back. But I can’t, and it’s really fucking hard to live with that, to have to deny my feelings. But Dante means the world to me, and I won’t do anything to hurt him.”

  Fuck me!
I’m so turned on right now. He drops his hands from my face and lays back down, throwing an arm over his eyes. I’m not sure if he’s crying or just embarrassed by his confession.

  “Toby,” I whisper, lowering myself so I’m sitting across his hips, my hands extended either side of his head. His arm still covers his eyes, but I carry on. “Toby, I feel the same, about you. I actually think I may have a problem. I keep catching feelings for people, having dirty thoughts. I think I love you Toby, but I’m not sure what to do with that.”