Brooke
We’re in an alley in downtown Wilson. Any and everyone can walk by and know it’s me in the alley, but I can’t seem to make myself care. The way Lane’s kissing me doesn’t allow me to think of anything except him.
I pull away from his magical lips and stare up at him. He has to be the most handsome man I’ve ever seen… and he wants me. There’s no denying it.
“I want…”
But before I can finish, he’s cupping my face in his massive hands and looking deep into my eyes. “What do you want? Whatever it is, I’ll make it happen.”
And finally, after weeks of being on edge and unsure of the future, I feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. “I want this,” I tell him. “I want you to watch me. I want you to touch me and make me yours. I want to taste myself on your lips – that was hot, Lane.” I run my hands through the stubble of his beard. “I want to feel your beard between my thighs, your arms around me. I want it all… with you.”
Hope flares in his face, but just as quickly as it was there, it goes away. Agony is clear in his voice. “We’re different. I’m different. Look at me and then look at you. No one is going to accept us. Not your family or your friends.”
“None of that matters. I don’t want you to be anything but you. It’s you that I want.”
He still shakes his head. “Your family…”
“Will love you,” I tell him honestly. “My family may have money, but they’re not snobs. As long as you make me happy, they won’t care.”
But he still is not believing me. “You don’t even know me.”
I loop my arms around his neck. I can feel him trying to emotionally pull away from me, and I’m not going to let him. I relay everything I know about him. The good and the bad. “Your name is Lane Davis. You’re thirty-two. You had one parking ticket a few years ago, and you paid it the day you got it. You’ve been married but are divorced. She cheated on you, and I hope you know that I’m nothing like that – I would never cheat on you.” He squeezes me tighter as if the thought makes him ill. But I don’t let that stop me. I want him to know that I know it all. “You want to be a cop. You applied once at the local precinct but pulled your application before the decisions were going to be made. I just don’t know why you withdrew. You were who they were going to choose, by the way. You are all about doing the right thing. I’ve seen you make sure drunk women make it home safely in Ubers. I’ve seen you pick up dropped money and return it to the rightful owner. You are protective of me. You like me, even though you act like you don’t want to admit it. And well, to be quite honest, you’re a stalker, but that doesn’t matter to me as long as I’m the only one you stalk.”
He blows out a deep breath, no doubt surprised by everything I know about him. “Ha, and you think I’m the stalker.”
I just shrug my shoulders. Maybe we stalked each other. It doesn’t matter now. As long as we end up together, none of that matters.
“It sounds like you about know it all.”
I nod. “Yeah, except why you pulled your application, but you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
He almost looks embarrassed. “You know Mike at work?” I nod my head, remembering the man that he had follow me home the other night. “His wife was sick, and I knew Blaze would fire him for missing so much work. I stuck around so I could cover his shifts for him.”
I shake my head. I had no idea this man could be even better than I thought. How can he doubt he’s good enough for me? “How’s his wife?”
He looks surprised that I asked. “She’s good. She actually just finished treatment, and they got all the cancer.”
I pat him on the chest, trying to hold back the tears. “You’re a good man, Lane Davis.”
He doesn’t look like he agrees with me, but at least he doesn’t argue. Instead, he surprises me with a request. “Can I take you home?”
My forehead creases. “Are you going to stay with me?”
He nods, sliding his hand down my arm until he laces our fingers together. “If you’ll let me.”
We start to walk down the alley, but I stop, jerking him to a halt. “No turning back, Lane. You’re mine now, right?”
He nods, leaning in to kiss my forehead. He whispers, “And you’re mine, Angel.”
Epilogue
Brooke
Three Months Later
Today’s the big day. My first big court case.
All in all, it’s been a good day. I woke up to Lane between my thighs before he made me breakfast. We went our separate ways when he left for training for his new job as a policeman for the city of Wilson and I went into work. Right before I left the office, a huge bouquet of flowers was delivered to me with a note from Lane wishing me luck.