His eyes roam to Brooklyn and freeze on her momentarily. Clearing his throat, he brings his attention back to me, “Yes I am.” He says to me, but his eyes are focused back on Brooklyn as he makes his way over to sit down beside her.
She’s now smack dab in the middle between Jax and Dixon; this evening could get interesting. Brooklyn, not hesitating, nods at Jax telling him to re-fill her shot.
Jax and I are the designated drivers this evening, so one shot for each of us is our limit. I wave Ericka over and ask her to bring us both cokes. All I want tonight is for Savannah to have fun, so I’ll do anything I can to keep this smile on her face.
I notice Dixon’s eyes now on Savannah as he’s looking her up and down. I can’t help but feel anger and jealously erupt inside of me. I know my cousin better than anyone; he has no morals or boundaries. I don’t doubt for a second he’d try to hit on Savannah the moment the opportunity presented itself.
Savannah wiggles beside me as she tries to pull down the skirt of her dress, but my girl is wastin’ her time because there ain’t enough material on that thing to barely cover her ass. I was lovin’ it up until Dixon decided to undress my girlfriend with his eyes.
Ignoring his stares, I move my arm from behind Savannah and rest my hand on her thigh. She slides her fingers into my hand, lacing them together. Her hand fits perfectly inside of mine. It’s as if they were made for one another.
“Here’s your Coke, Mr. Knox.” Ericka says sweetly with her thick Southern drawl, snapping me out of my Savannah daze momentarily.
Taking my Coke, I give her a small smile, “Thanks, darlin’. If you can, just keep ‘em comin’.”
The music is so loud I can barely hear myself think, which is how I prefer it. I love drowning out the world and getting lost in the lyrics of a song. I live and breathe music; just another reason Savannah and I click so well, because she feels the same.
Turning towards her, I give Savannah’s hand a small squeeze as I lean down and trail kisses along her shoulder, working my mouth over her collar bone and up to her neck. She tastes intoxicating; I can get drunk off one taste of her quicker than ten shots of whiskey.
Savannah lets out a small giggle as I reach her ticklish spot beneath her ear, causing my cock to twitch. Every sound she makes is like an aphrodisiac making my dick stir to life.
I can feel everyone’s eyes on us, and Savannah must notice too because I can see the heat rising to her chest and face. “You’re blushing again, Savannah…God I love how hot you look when you get all flustered.” She responds by smacking my thigh, as another giggle escapes her luscious lips.
“This is definitely going to take some getting used to.” Dixon interjects dryly leaning back on the couch, kicking his feet up onto the table, and taking a long swig of his beer. “You are seriously settling down? I thought I would never see this day again after the way…”
Dixon better shut the fuck up before I shut him up. I shoot him a look letting him know that I’ll snap his neck if he continues talking. Getting the hint that I haven’t opened up to Savannah yet about that time in my life, Dixon clamps his mouth shut.
Clearing my throat, I wrap my arm around Savannah and hug her tightly against my side, before turning back to Dixon, “Yes, and I’m very happy with Savannah. She’s brought a light into my life I didn’t think was possible.” Lifting the hands we have entwined together, I place a kiss to the back of Savannah’s hand, set our hands onto my lap and bring my attention back to Dixon, “I’m a very lucky man.”
Nodding his head, he looks us over more intently; Dixon lets out a dry, husky laugh, “Well she must have a magic fuckin’ vagina or somethin’, because damn, I’ve seen you with some knockouts and none of them were able to sway you away from your player ways.”
I snap my head from Dixon to Savannah just in time to see her practically spew her drink across the room. She starts coughing and covers her mouth to conceal the smile on her face, but there’s no hiding it from me; I can see the smile in her eyes. Only my cousin would straight out say Savannah has a magic fuckin’ vagina. He can be such a douchebag sometimes.
Dixon needs to learn quickly that I will not tolerate his being an asshole towards Savannah. She isn’t just some club skank I plan on hookin’ up with and never seein’ again. “I will forgive that rude ass comment, because I know your drunk, but if you say anythin’ about Savannah again…cousin or not; I will beat your fuckin’ face in.” Dixon sees the anger boiling in my eyes and knows I’m not playin’ around. Savannah surprises me by climbing onto my lap, cupping my face with her delicate little hands and pressing a short, sweet kiss to my lips. Pulling away, she flashes an impish grin as her baby blues melt into mine. I instantly forget about dickhead Dixon, and all I see is her.
She’s good.
“Baby, it’s okay. Actually, I am past okay! You chose me, out of every drop-dead gorgeous woman you have met throughout the past few years. It’s the most amazin’ feelin’ ever. If Dixon wants to say it’s my magic vagina…well, then so be it.”
As soon as the words, magic vagina, come out of Savannah’s mouth, she blushes ten shades of red; it’s adorable.
I let out a deep chuckle, pulling her tightly against my chest, and crush her mouth against mine for a cock stirring kiss. The taste of whiskey mixed with coke, and Savannah’s strawberry flavored lipgloss is a delicious concoction. Needing to taste more of her, I slip my tongue into her mouth and moan against her lips as our tongues tangle together.
Pulling away from me, Savannah grabs another shot. Holding it up, she flashes a devilish smirk at Brooklyn, “To a night we’ll never forget!”
December 23rd 2012
At Savannah’s Parents Ranch in Memphis
I’m a ball of fuckin’ nerves right now. This time tomorrow, I’ll be meeting Savannah’s grandparents’ for the first time. I pray to God they like me; I’ve never felt this way about a woman in my life, and I really want to make a good impression.
I’m trying not to reveal to Savannah how nervous I really am; so far it’s worked, she hasn’t seemed to notice. She just finished givin’ me the full tour of her parents Memphis home. I hated seeing that fucker Logan in pictures with Savannah, but that comes with the territory of dating her. She has a past, a very recent ex, and no one’s been to her parents home since their break up, so it’s understandable there are still pictures of her and Logan together around the house. They were together four years, but it still gets my fuckin’ blood boilin’ seeing him with her.
I still can’t believe that guy was dumb enough to cheat on Savannah, she is amazin’: no…She’s fuckin’ amazing. I am far from perfect, and admit I’ve used women over the years for sex without a care for their feelings. But Savannah…she’s different, I will never do to her what Logan did. I’ll be faithful to her always.
Right now we’re making our way up to her parents’ stables. Savannah never looks as carefree as she does when she’s riding. Ever since I brought her and Brooklyn’s horses’ to my ranch in Sugar Land, they’ve been coming out to my house a lot to ride, I love it. She’s been through a lot, so being able to do anything to hear that beautiful fuckin’ laugh of hers and see that gorgeous smile on her face, is amazing.
“Are you staring at my ass, Kayden?” Savannah asks glancing over her shoulder at me. She has the sexiest walk I’ve ever seen, and she does it effortlessly. With most women, when they walk and try to shake their ass, it looks tacky, but not Savannah. When her ass shakes side to side, it’s the sexiest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen.
Flashing Savannah a cocky grin, I sprint towards her, giving that sweet ass of hers a smack. I love the sound of her squealing and laughing as she jumps from the shock of my hand connecting with her backside. Her jeans look like they’ve been painted on and make that ass look downright irresistible. It’s taking every ounce of strength I have to not fuck her as soon as we step into the stables.
“You bet that sweet ass of yours I was checking you out, baby; I can’t see
nothin’ else but you right now.” I snaked my arm around her waist and pull her against me, stopping her in her tracks. She flashes me a smile that I just can’t resist and resting my fingers under her chin tilt her head back bringing her beautiful, bee stung lips up to meet mine, for a short, sweet kiss.
She lets out a sexy little moan as her lips leave mine. Dragging her teeth seductively across her bottom lip, she smiles up at me with her big blue eyes sparkling in the afternoon sun, “Are you going to stand here kissin’ me all day, Knox? Or are we going to get our butts on some horses and go riding?”
I let out a husky laugh as I follow her into the stable, “Is that a trick question? Baby, you know I’d pick kissing you all damn day.”
Rolling her eyes, Savannah pushes the doors opens to the stable. Looking back at me momentarily, I can see the amusement in her eyes, “You’re insatiable, you know that right? You can kiss me all you want later; right now, we’re going ridin’.”
“I know it, and it’s just another reason why you can’t resist me. I’m just too fuckin’ charmin’ for my own good, and you love that I can’t get enough of you.”
Savannah lets out the sexiest laugh, instantly causing my dick to jump. Fuck me, my idea of a quick roll in the hay is lookin’ more and more like a better option right, now than ridin’ a damn horse. She’s killin’ me with those fuck me boots, and tight ass jeans. She’s wearing a hoodie right now, and I’m still gettin’ turned on by her; I swear no matter what the fuck she wears, she’s the sexiest fuckin’ woman on the damn planet.
“You are killin’ me…Charmin’? I seriously cannot believe those words came out of your mouth!” Savannah laughs, stopping in front a jet black horse, and rubbing her nose. “This is June; I’ll be riding her. She’s my mom’s horse, and you’ll be riding Cash, my dad’s horse.” She says, pointing towards the big brown stallion in the next stall over.
Ignoring her jab at me, I make my way over to Cash, and look over the horse I’ll be riding for the next hour. Cocking my head towards Cash, I tell Savannah, “So I’m takin’ a wild guess here, but by any chance do your parents’ have a thing for Johnny and June?” I can’t help but love the way she melts a little as I flash her a mega-watt grin.
“Yes, smart ass, they do.” Leading the horse out of the barn she twitches that hot little ass of hers extra hard just to get to me.
She’s lucky I don’t tackle her right now and fuck her senseless.
Clearing my throat, I walk behind her holding the reigns to Cash, “You keep shakin’ that ass I’m goin’ to say screw ridin’ the horses’ baby, and have you just ride me instead, because DAYUM, I can’t fuckin’ take it!”
Spinning around, Savannah flashes me a sultry smile and bites down on her bottom lip.
God, she is evil.
Pure. Fuckin’. Evil.
“I plan on ridin’ the horses’ and then ridin’ you. So just keep your dick in your pants for at least an hour, and I’ll make it worth your while.”
Damn, she’s got me by the fuckin’ balls.
I waste no time jumpin’ onto the horse, “Well baby, what are ya waitin’ for, let’s get ridin’!”
Extended Prologue Indestructible Desire
Sitting by the window, I stare out at the city below watching as all these people go on with their daily lives. I’m stuck here frozen in a hell I’ve been stuck in for the last two days. Sliding my hands over my tired face, I let out a long yawn. I’m exhausted, but I can’t sleep. I’m afraid I’ll close my eyes and miss something, anything.
I hate hospitals. The smell, the stark, bleak décor, it’s all so fuckin’ depressing. I’ve tried to brighten up the room by filling it with flowers of every shape, size and color that the florists here in Houston have. I feel powerless, and it’s driving me fuckin’ insane! I’m consumed with an overwhelming need to feel a sense of control because I am powerless right now.
I’ve paid for the best doctors, but there’s nothing else that can be done; now it’s all up to Savannah. It frustrates the hell out me having all this fuckin’ money, but none of it meaning a damn thing because they’ve done all that they can do.
Standing, I pluck a pink lily out of the vase beside the chair I was sitting in, and make my way over to Savannah’s hospital bed. Seeing her hooked up to a ventilator and an IV in her arm, is tearing me up inside.
Guilt is eating away at me every second that she lays here lifeless in this frickin’ bed! If being consumed with guilt isn’t enough, I’m boiling over inside with anger. I’m angry with myself for not being more cautious. I’m angry that Savannah has to now live with the fact that she killed someone. I’m angry that she may never wake up, and that if she does, she may not be the Savannah I fell in love with. What angers me the most, is that she’s lying here fighting for her life, while Zak is off somewhere hiding like the fuckin’ coward he is; instead of sitting behind bars where the son of a bitch belongs!
Fisting my hands against my side, I take in a sharp breath and slowly release it, trying to calm myself. It’s taking everything in me to not put my fist through the walls of this hospital room. I need a release; I need a good hard workout or a long ass run, anything to burn off this frustration building up inside of me. I just can’t get my feet to walk out that door.
I look like shit and feel even worse.
I’d probably be living off hospital food if it wasn’t for Braxton bringing me food from his restaurant every day. The only thing keeping me from completely losing it is my friends and Savannah’s parents. Maverick and Paisley are trying to stay strong, but like me, their resolve is slowly wearing away each minute that passes and she doesn’t wake up.
Slowly, I slide the lily down Savannah’s arm as I watch her face, it’s expressionless. I’d give anything to have her react even a little, but instead she lies there motionless. She looks so tiny and frail in this bed, which is nothing like the strong and radiant woman I know. Gently sitting down on the side of her bed, I gingerly run my fingers down the side of her face. I hate that the only sound in here are the beeping of machines, and the noises from the nurses and doctors working out in the hall.
“Baby, wait until you wake up. You’re going to love all of the flowers I’ve gotten you. Your beach house is gonna be burstin’ at the seams by the time you get out of here. So many people have sent you flowers and cards. Even cute little teddy bears, which you know totally freaked the shit out of Braxton when he and Mya stopped by to see how you were doin’.” My lips curl up into a faint smile as I talk to her, but as quickly as it appeared, it disappears.
Sticking the flower into one of the vases by her bed, I grab the remote off the stand, and turn the television on. Flicking through the channels, I settle on CMT. One of Savannah’s favorite songs by Luke Bryan, Drunk on You, is playing,and I can’t help but smile. I close my eyes and picture her sitting beside me in my truck belting out this song, as the wind whips through her hair, and the sun lights up her gorgeous blue eyes. She even went as far as to set this as her ringtone on my cell.
God, what I wouldn’t give to hear it playin’ on my phone right now and answer it to hear her sweet voice on the other end.
Taking her hand into mine, I bring it to my lips, tenderly pressing kisses against her fingers. She’s covered in bruises and scratches. Her head is wrapped in bandages from the emergency surgery performed to release the swelling on her brain. It’s hard having to see her this way.
I try to push the negative thoughts out of my head and focus on the song playing; quietly, I begin to sing along with the music. Savannah loves it when I sing to her. I swore to her the first night she was here I’d sing to her every day until she wakes up. Not wanting to bother the other people in the ICU, I try to keep my voice down.
Just as I’m finishing up the end of the song, I hear someone clear their throat and gently knock on the door. Twisting my body, I look towards the door to find Brooklyn standing there. She’s holding coffees and a paper bag and slowly sliding her gaze from Savannah
to me.
“No change?” She asks making her way through the room. She sets the coffees and bag on the food tray beside the bed, before sitting down in the chair beside Savannah. She watches Savannah nervously while biting her cheek.
Shaking my head no, I keep my eyes on Savannah, “The doctors said her body just needs time to heal, but it’s killin’ me seeing her like this. I’d do anything to see those beautiful blue eyes of hers looking back up at me.”
Standing, Brooklyn comes up beside me, resting her hand on my shoulder while running her other hand along Savannah’s arm. “Me too. I’m nothing without her, Kayden. I don’t know what I’ll do if she doesn’t come back to us.” Brooklyn’s voice cracks as a sob escapes her; trying to muffle her cries she covers her mouth with her hand.
It’s hard seeing Brooklyn like this; she loves Savannah just as much as I do. We all want the same thing: for her to wake up. I give her a sympathetic smile as I try to keep my own tears at bay. I need to stay strong, because I already know that if I break down, I won’t be able to stop once those floodgates open.
“Savannah’s a fighter. I know right now she’s listening to us and saying we need to stop worrying so much. Once she’s strong enough, she’ll come back to us.”
Dabbing her eyes with a tissue, Brooklyn stares down at Savannah, brushing a few strands of her hair away from her face. “We just gotta hope and pray that she pulls through this. I need my best friend back; life without her just isn’t an option.”
Hope.
It’s the only thing we have left. For the first time since Melody was sick, I actually prayed to God, begging him not to take her away from me. I feel like an asshole. Spending every day being ungrateful for the things I have, instead of thanking God every day for my blessings. Then as soon as life goes all to shit, I’m sittin’ here begging him to do me a favor.
Deciding to change the subject, I focus on the coffee, and paper bag Brooklyn came in with, “So, are you going to give me that coffee, or just torture me by letting me smell it?”
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