Authors: Kirsty Dallas
Decker's Wood (27 page)
“If you give me a chance, I promise the only tears on this beautiful face will be from laughter. I will perform the helicopter every morning so your day begins with nothing but smiles, I’ll hold your hair back if you puke, I will thoroughly search for missing vajazzle bling every time you wear it, and I will listen to nothing but country for the rest of my life.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s a pretty serious vow.”
“You have no idea. Just the thought of holding your hair back while you throw up is making me feel ill.” I turned my face into his palm and pressed a kiss. “I want to be better for you, I want you to be proud of me,
I want to be what you need. I’ll most likely fuck up from time to time, but I swear to you, there will be no lies, no betrayal, just me working hard to be everything you deserve.”
How could a girl turn her back on that? I’ll tell you right now, she didn’t. Some chances were just worth taking.
“Okay,” I breathed.
“Okay?” The hope in his voice tugged at my heart.
“Just, don’t puke on me when your gag reflex gives out.” I was roughly pulled into his arms as he buried his face into the crook of my neck, lifting my feet clear off the ground. I pressed myself against the hard length of his body, not missing the hardening at his groin.
“Really? Now?” I murmured.
“Country, you created a monster the moment you wiggled that damn fine ass at me, hauling that ridiculously huge yellow suitcase across the airport.” And with a soft kiss placed right under my ear, he whispered, “It’s for you Andi, only you.”
DECKER
12 months later
There was something missing, and I had spent the last two weeks staring at the fucking thing, trying to figure it out. A wall here, a doorway there, and in the end it had been simple. Lighting. More windows. I had duplicated the floor to ceiling arched bay windows that were already present at the front of the apartment and then added skylights, three at the front and another three at the back. Perfect! I grinned at the finished plans before me. It was my final assignment for college which would inevitably be the plans for mine and Andi’s new apartment. When I say new, I mean a refurbish of the old one. Steele Structures had acquired the building beside Andi’s, and we would begin renovating within weeks. I had made sure the apartment directly beside Andi’s had become mine. I was going to knock out the wall and double our space. As much as I loved the quirky retro themed studio apartment, it wasn’t big enough for two. My architect’s easel took up most of the window space. I liked working in front of the big windows, the lighting was perfect. The bathroom needed to be bigger as well. I couldn’t seem to keep my damn hands off Andi, even when she was in the shower; we needed one of those double header babies. Remembering my mauling of her sweet little body the previous night as she had been soaking in the bathtub had me grinning from ear to ear. One year together and my once rebelling and impassive dick was still raging hard for Andi. It seemed the little Texan had conquered my manhood and my heart. An ear splitting scream cut through the air and I dropped my ruler and pencil, storming down the stairs to the back room where I was sure the scream had come from.
“Andi!” I called out, skidding around the corner, into the storage room. She was standing on a crumbling box, fear in her big doe eyes.
“GET THAT FUCKING THING AWAY FROM ME!” she yelled. My gaze followed hers. A rat had been caught in one of the traps I had put down here. It was as dead as stone.
“Christ, Country, you scared the ever loving shit outta me.”
She pinned me with that fiery gaze that could move mountains. Or freeze them. Basically that gaze put man and nature at her very fingertips. I scooped up the lifeless rodent and trap, throwing it in a box of trash by the door.
“I’ll put it out back in a sec,” I confirmed quickly, my hands held high. “I just gotta give you a hug. You took ten years off my life, and you look as though you need one.” The box she was standing on crumbled beneath her, and I lunged forward, catching her before she had a chance to fall to the floor. She was trembling under my hands. “Poor little rat, you scared it to death,” I joked.
She thumped my back. “You’re worried about the rat?” She huffed.
“'Course I am, you’re so big and tough, he didn’t stand a chance.” She gave a little jump and I accepted her weight in my hands, her legs wrapping around my waist.
“This seems familiar,” she whispered.
It had been a little over a year since we had been here, like this. The day Andi had flown into my life and changed it for the better. One year of ups and downs, mostly ups though. Being recognized in public was still something that bothered Andi, but I can't say I blame her though. As much as I wish I could change my past, I couldn’t. All I could do was concentrate on our now and our future. I put every ounce of my time and effort into that and it was no hardship. Knowing today and tomorrow had Andi in it made each and every day perfect. Even on the not so perfect days, they were bearable as long as Andi was by my side.
Things had gotten interesting when Bradley and Leah started dating a few months back. It was good to have him back in New York. It was good to see him going through some semblance of what I went through. Finding your ‘it’ could be daunting. The chance of losing ‘it’ was enough to make a grown man tremble. I kissed Andi’s neck, nibbled the bottom of her ear lobe, and finally found her lips which were just as sweet, soft, and perfect as always. She opened her mouth to let me in and I didn’t hesitate. My tongue plunged inside, tasting and tangling with her own. My cock punched hard at the zipper of my jeans, and Andi rubbed hard against me, a long moan drawing from her incredible mouth.
“Oh for Christ’s sake, you scared the bejeezers out of me!” squawked Casey from behind us.
I reluctantly pulled my lips from Andi’s and glanced over my shoulder. Casey held a sopping wet Pomeranian under one arm and a bottle of shampoo in the other. Lionel had a golf club.
“You own golf clubs?” I asked a little surprised.
“Protection that you don’t need a license for,” he explained, looking around the room for the intruder.
“Rat in the box to your right. Andi killed it with her terrifying screams.”
Lionel smiled. Casey rolled his eyes.
“I guess that would explain the post rat killing exploits.” He pointed at us. “Nothing like a little rodent murder followed up with some vertical fuzzy bumps.”
Andi burst out laughing as Casey turned indignantly and walked away.
“I’ll lock the door behind us,” Lionel sang, also turning to leave us.
My attention swung back around to Andi but was quickly interrupted again. “And I’ll dispose of this,” Lionel murmured as he came back to grab the box containing the dead rodent.
“Thank you, Lionel,” Andi and I called out at the same time.
“Right, one rodent down, one vertical fuzzy bump coming up.”
I walked Andi to the wall and pushed her hard up against it, pulling her dress over her hips and rubbing my still very erect cock against the barrier of her panties.
“Decker?” she panted.
“Yeah, Country?” I breathed as I fumbled with my fly. When she went still, I pulled back and saw the mischief in her eyes.
“On the roof,” she purred in my ear.
“The roof?” I said a little shocked and intrigued. “I didn’t think voyeurism was your thing.”
“The sun’s going down. You finished the greenhouse, and I wanna christen it.”
I nodded. “Your wish is my command.” I placed her feet back on the ground, and as she stepped around me, I gave a quick smack to her ass. She yelped and laughed all at once.
“First one there gets to be on top,” Andi sang before gifting me a cheeky wink, running towards the stairs that led to the apartment, then up to the roof. I chased her, cause let’s face it, as much as I liked my cowgirl to ride me, I kinda liked to ride her too.
Yep, life with my little piece of country in the big ol’ city didn’t get much better than this. With my dick as hard as a fossilized wood, I chased her. I’d always chase her; she was so damn worth it.
Acknowledgements
As always, thank you to my whip cracker P.A. and S.I.L., Kylie Abraham. Your honesty and support is invaluable! My mum for putting up with my diva style demands when it’s cover time. Mum, you rock my world and I love you to pieces! The rest of the family, who on this particular book I consulted often; it really was a group effort from the first word written to publishing.
Thank you Luke Williams for being my model! I’m sorry you had to endure us pervy ladies for the photo shoot… Well, I’m not really sorry. It was my favorite cover shoot yet!
Ami Johnson, damn this lady has some snap in her garters! My editor is as fine as cream gravy. I mean, grammar and punctuation gets me as confused as a goat on AstroTurf, and you my lady, smooth it all out with perfection. As long as I have a biscuit, you will always have half. *wink, wink, nudge, nudge* See what I did there with those clever little Texas sayings?
My author buddies, my soul sisters, thank you for your ongoing support. Carmen Jenner, AKA Sugar Mumma (#DeckerFTW baby!), T.J. Hamilton, Michelle Horst, Kylie Scott, Natalie Gayle, Angel Steel, Jennifer Ryder, Kirsty Mosley, Annie Walls, T. Gephart, Nina Levine, Kellie Elliot. There are others and they know who they are!!
The bloggers...damn you bloggers! There are just no words, and there are so many of you now supporting me that it’s impossible to mention you all. A special mention though to Bookslapped for hosting my release again. Jess and Rach, I adore you more than ice cream! And Jess, thank you so much for giving me a local’s guide to New York.
And Rach, I’m sorry about the ‘p’ word, it featured A LOT in Decker! Desiree from A Love Affair with Books, you were the first blogger to ever reach out to me with my debut novel,
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, and you have stuck by my side since. I heart your face, babe! Michelle from Novels on the Run, PANAMA BABY! Forever Me Romance, Totally Booked, Eye Candy Bookstore, Books and Friendz, Submit and Devour, A is for Alpha B is for Books, Fab Fun and Tantalizing Reads, Rockin’ and Reviewing, Through the Booking Glass, Rockin’ the Bookshelf, The Lovely Books, Sassy Mum Book Blog, The Danish Bookaholic, The Reading Vixens, This Redhead Loves Books, Magic Within the Pages, Reading Renee, We Art Books, Just One Indie’s Opinion, Sweet and Spicy Book Reviews, Glass Paper Ink, Love Between the Sheets, Book Addict Mumma... GAH, I could write an entire book just dedicating bloggers.
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