Young Love Dies Hard: The Young Brothers, Book 1 by Nikki Lane (best memoirs of all time txt) 📕

in my stomach. Jacob kissed me harder, reaching his tongue around mine. His hands found my backside and used it as leverage to pull me in closer. My fingers toyed with the button of his jeans. The soft hair around his navel brushing my skin.

“Does that door have a lock on it?” I asked as his mouth traveled down my neck. The goosebumps flared down my arms.

“Took care of it already.”

He reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. His kisses covered the skin around my collarbone, my cleavage slipping out of my bra as I held his neck.

I could hear Noah’s muffled screams through the door. “Die, you fucker.”

I pulled Jacob’s shirt off, too, letting my hands graze his shoulders and arms. He still had faint tan lines from summer. With my arms around his neck again, I hopped on top of him, straddling my legs around his waist. He walked me to the bed and set me down, his body moving with mine.

I heard more voices. Carol yelling at Noah to keep it down. It sounded like his father was in the hallway, too. It wasn’t exactly adding to the mood.

Jacob froze, his lips near my navel. He peered up at me as we both tried to listen in on what was happening in the hallway.

“I don’t think this is going to happen tonight,” I said, smirking.

Jacob gave my stomach one more kiss and then crawled to lie beside me. “Twenty-one years old and still getting yelled at like he’s six.”

I smiled and turned on my side to face him.

“We should get to bed,” he said. “We got an early start tomorrow.

I was a little disappointed that we couldn’t continue, but he was right.

We waited until the hallway sounded clear, and then Jacob walked me back to my room. He tucked me into the bed and shut the door on his way out as I tried to fall asleep through all my excitement for the next day.

Chapter Eighteen

It was nearly midnight when we were in the car, driving home from Magic Kingdom. I sat in the front seat while Jacob drove. Noah had decided, last minute, to join us for the trip. After all his griping the night before about Jacob surprising me with a trip to Disney World, Noah had the best time of us all. He’d fit in with the rest of the wide-eyed kids when Mickey and Minnie rode by in their float for the Christmas parade.

I let out a sigh of contentment and leaned my head back against the headrest. My feet and legs hadn’t ached this much since my first week working at the club. But it was all worth it. Disney World was just as awesome as I’d suspected.

“Did you have a good time?” Jacob asked me.

“The best.” I reached for his hand to hold it. “Thank you.”

He smiled wide, gripping my hand firmer. It was the first time I’d initiated handholding.

“Merry Christmas.” He lifted my hand to his lips and planted a soft kiss on each of my fingers.

“Get a room,” Noah grumbled.

I turned back to look at Noah. “Did you have a good time?” He was wearing Mickey Mouse ears and was clutching a large Goofy stuffed animal. He looked like our oversized child.

He stared out the window and shrugged his shoulders. “It was all right.”

Jacob glanced into the rear-view mirror. “All right? You practically pushed little kids out of the way when the parade started.”

“I wanted to see Cinderella,” Noah mumbled. “She’s hot.”

I chuckled and turned to face forward again.

I let my heavy eyelids close for just a few minutes. When I opened them again, we were already back at the house. We all dragged ourselves out of the car and inside. The multi-colored Christmas lights lit up the palm trees.

Noah headed straight for his room, Goofy tucked under his arm.

Jacob walked me to my room. He sat on the bed while I grabbed a pair of pajamas from the pile of clothes on the dresser.

“We’re invited to Christmas Eve dinner tomorrow. My family meets at the same restaurant every year.”

I walked into the bathroom and peeled off my dirty clothes. “I can’t believe it’s Christmas Eve already. This year has flown by.” I slipped a clean t-shirt over my head.

“Do you want to go?”

I slid on some cotton shorts and reappeared in the bedroom. “Sure. Why not?”

“We can stay here if you want. Spend some time alone.”

I grabbed the hairbrush and used it to pull my hair into a ponytail. “Dinner sounds good. I want you to spend time with your family while you’re here.”

“Okay. I just wanted to make sure you’ve been okay with everything.”

I sat down next to him on the bed. “I know. And I already said it a hundred times but…I had a really nice time today.”

It’d been a while since I had such a good time that didn’t involve sex or alcohol. But it was like that with Jacob. It had always been that way with him.

He gave me a small smile. “I did, too.” He planted a soft peck on my lips and held the side of my face. “I’ll see you in the morning?”

I nodded and Jacob got up to turn down the sheets. I slipped in bed and was asleep minutes after Jacob shut off the light and closed the door.

* * * *

When Jacob mentioned that his family met at the same restaurant every Christmas Eve, I thought he’d meant his parents and brother. Not every relative on his family tree all the way down to his fourth cousin twice removed.

I was not prepared.

There were so many of them that dinner was in a large banquet room. Christmas music hummed in the background, wreaths hung from the wall, and a large, decorated tree sat in the corner next to the roaring fireplace. I clung to Jacob’s arm as he introduced me to his extended family. I’d never heard the word girlfriend so