Unbound (Forbidden Bond Book 1)(6)

By: Cat Miller

“Whatever, Lucas. You’d be on your ass if you stepped out on the field,” the jock spat back at him.

Dani’s savior brushed her arm on his way to sit with the offending jocks and said, “Ignore him. His mommy forgot his meds this morning.”

Lucas was the hottest guy she’d ever laid eyes on. He looked like he belonged in a teen magazine, smiling his perfect smile and breaking hearts. He had flawless suntanned skin, shaggy, honey-blond hair, and steel-blue eyes with gray flecks that made her stomach do strange little cartwheels. Dani thankfully had several classes with him.

That first day she found an empty picnic table in the common area to spread out her lunch. She noticed those steel eyes across the lawn at a table full of mostly older students and other various plastic girls. She found it odd, considering it was the first day of classes. He must be one of those people that naturally draw others to them, she thought. Maybe they’d all gone to the same high school.

He caught her looking, and she wanted to slide under the table. Her face was so hot she knew she couldn’t hide her embarrassment as he began to get up and walk her way. Dani stopped breathing.

He sat across from her and leaned over to take a few strands of white hair in his fingers and tuck them behind her ear.

“You do that on purpose? Is that a Goth thing or something?” he prodded with a grin. “Your clothes don’t look Goth, and I don’t see any black nail polish.”

She had to remind herself to breathe, because blue was not her color. Other students started filtering over from the table he’d abandoned. She reached across the table to brush the hair out of his eyes and mocked, “Did you do that on purpose? You look like a Disney Channel reject.”

The other students that had come to the table took in the scene and waited for a response from Lucas. He cracked a smile and tilted his head. “I think I’m going to like you. I’m Lucas, by the way.” He reached across and stole some grapes from her lunch.

“I’m Dani. The hair’s natural. They’re birthmarks or a birth defect, depending on your point of view.”

“I like it. And I like a girl that doesn’t take any shit.” He strutted around to her side of the table to get a closer look.

 That was all it took. Lucas accepted her immediately, and everyone else followed his gracious lead. Dani was part of the in crowd, and they had been together ever since that day.

Two years and one summer later, they were in the bed of his pickup truck, curled up in the same sleeping bag. The stars were beautiful, but she couldn’t take her eyes off Lucas. They had done that a thousand times, but this night was different. She was leaving for school the next morning, and Lucas was staying home. He had also been raised by a single parent, but going to college out of state wasn’t an option for him. He planned to continue attending community college and working to help his mom with his two little brothers. Dani wouldn’t see him again until Thanksgiving.

He drew little circular patterns all over her face, as if trying to memorize every pore. She placed little wet kisses on his chin and down his neck. He shuddered with anticipation. Chills ran down her spine with every tender stroke of his fingers over her skin.

 She wanted to make love again before she went away, but he was still resisting. They’d had sex a few times over the two years, but he never seemed eager after that first night in the back of his truck. Lucas hadn’t been a virgin like her. He’d dated a lot and had more experience than she wanted to ponder. Still, it was never very good for her. He did his thing and he always kind of zoned out afterward. They had a great relationship otherwise, and she thought she might even love him. She wanted to love him, but his reluctance to be intimate always made her feel rejected. Tonight she wasn’t taking no for an answer. She wanted to touch and be touched. She needed to feel a stronger connection to this man before she left in the morning.

Taking the lead, she deepened the kiss and slid her hand down his body and into the front of his running pants. Lucas was rock hard in her hand. He was as hot and ready as she was, and that gave her a little more confidence. Shyly she stroked him up and down and he groaned against her mouth. He never let her touch him like this, so she feared doing it wrong or hurting him. Her shirt and shorts were already gone, and she felt triumphant when he cupped her breasts and began to knead. Her nipples hardened instantly and she arched her back to get closer. She needed more, so much more.

Suddenly he rolled her over and pinned her arms above her head. “I can’t do this,” he panted. “Not this way. Not in my truck. You deserve better than this, Danielle.”