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

wait any longer to have you.” I was finally free of my jeans. “Now take off your pants.”

I set my lips on his, our kissing growing more heated by the second. I straddled him, and his mouth worked its way over my neck and collarbone. I unbuttoned his pants, and he lifted his hips so I could tug them down near his knees.

“Now,” I said with a heavy breath. My mouth refused to disconnect from his. I could barely take it anymore.

Jacob pulled the thin string of my panties to the side. Moments later, I eased myself on top of him, feeling like I could burst. My hands held each side of his face as I rocked against him, feeing the steering wheel behind me. Our body heat was steaming up the windows.

Jacob closed his eyes and winced as I moved a little faster. His mouth grabbed a hold of my bottom lip and sucked for a few seconds.

“Oh my God,” he sputtered.

His hands grabbed a hold of my bottom, guiding me up and down. I was losing myself in him. Everything else was fading away. I didn’t push the feeling away. I welcomed it. Wanted to hold on to it for as long as I could.

He groaned in my ear, one hand clutching my back, the other accidentally honking the horn. We didn’t skip a beat. I knew he was close, and it didn’t take much longer for me to let it all go and fall with him. His body jerked a few times underneath me, and the feeling sent a shudder through my body. When it was all over, I lay there in his lap for a few minutes while Jacob caressed my hair.

“I could fall asleep like this,” I said, my head resting on his shoulder.

I felt his body shift. “No sleeping yet. Your birthday isn’t over.”

I didn’t want to move. The moment felt too perfect to disrupt. The sun had set, and the truck was covered by the blanket of night. We could have stayed there on the side of the secluded road all night and not be bothered by anyone.

“It’s just so nice here,” I said. “Just me and you.”

He kissed my hair. “I know.”

I looked up at him.

His honey-tinted eyes flickered over my face. “What’s wrong?”

I shrugged. “I’m just…scared, I guess.”

He cocked his head. “Scared of what?”

“This all seems too perfect.”

He let out a soft chuckle. “Is there such a thing as too perfect?”

“I’m not sure.”

A few quiet seconds passed before he said, “I’m not interested in perfection. I want you just as you are, imperfections and all.” He kissed my forehead and then the tip of my nose. “Not to say there aren’t perfect things about you.”

I smiled. “Go on…”

He laughed. “Let’s see.” He pushed my hair over my shoulder. “Your beautiful hair.” He brushed his lips against my bare shoulder. “Your skin.” A few more kisses up my neck, and he hit the spot that made me giggle. “That beautiful smile.”

“What about my incredible brain?”

“So, you’re not the brightest bulb in the pack…”

“Hey,” I cried.

He laughed a little harder. “Beauty and brains. How did I get so lucky?”

“I look at you and ask myself the same thing.”

His face flushed. He was just as uncomfortable getting compliments as I was.

“We better get going,” he said.

“Do I get to know where this time?”

“El Coyote,” he said.

I carefully got redressed as he did the same.

“El Coyote?” I replied. “The Mexican restaurant we went to?”

“Yeah.” He started the engine back up. “I owe you a dance.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

You know that bad feeling you get in the pit of your stomach? The one that tells you something is just…off? I’d had that feeling from the moment I woke up that morning.

But so far, the day had gone by without a hitch. The sun was shining, and the weather had been unusually warm for March. The club had a busted pipe, which flooded the first floor, and it would be closed for repairs over the next two weeks. I wouldn’t have as much money in my pocket for a little while, but I couldn’t say I was disappointed to not have to sneak around for a bit. Jacob wouldn’t say it out loud, but he was dropping plenty of hints about leaving my “bartending” gig. His parents were sending him money every month. But it wasn’t enough reason for me to leave my job. They weren’t my parents, after all.

Jacob and I had both been busy with classes and work and hadn’t seen much of each other. We finally planned a night out to dinner. He was still at the clinic, helping with an emergency, and I was supposed to meet him at the restaurant in an hour. He’d been super busy since the spring semester had started, and I was excited to get to spend a few hours alone together that didn’t involve him hunched over a mountain of textbooks, mumbling to himself.

I put on the new dress I’d bought and slipped on the pair of heels I couldn’t pass up. Mischa rubbed her furry belly against my feet, meowing. I picked her up and patted her little head before setting her on the bed. She kneaded the mattress a few times and then lay down. Within seconds, she was asleep. It felt good to get dressed up and have somewhere to go. After a little makeup and a lot of hairspray, I was on my way to the restaurant.

My phone chirped with a text. I checked it at the next red light.

Jacob: Running late. Super Sorry. Be there in a bit.

I sighed and tossed my phone back into my purse. A small stack of old mail was wedged between the seat and armrest. I yanked out the bright pink envelope I’d found in the mailbox a few days after my birthday. It’d been sent from Aunt Meg, but the card wasn’t from her. After the heartfelt poem about how precious daughters were, my mother’s signature