Grace POVNow I understand why he said my first time should’ve been different. Everything was different from how he took me in the car. He was careful, and he took his time making me feel good. God, the way he ate my pussy. I can’t help but smile, remembering his eyes staring into mine while he licked my pussy. He treated me like I was breakable, but every touch was perfect. Dash was the most amazing lover the three times we had sex. I roll on the bed and watch as he sleeps. His hand resting on his naked stomach. His chest moving with his breathing and the soft snore. The man looks as good asleep as he looks awake. I never knew it was possible to ache in some places I am aching right now.Dash bent me in so many positions, I felt like I was a contortionist in a circus, but when he placed me on top of him and told me to ride him was the best thing in the world. His eyes never left mine while his hands kept m

Grace POVGoing back to school seems weird after the last few days I had. The robbery at the rescue center, Dash and my parents. I look around, trying to find my friends as I enter the coffee shop, but they are not there. I walk to the counter, greeting the young girl serving another client. I look at the specials board considering drinking something different. I have been through so much these last few days that I think I could try something new. “Hey Grace, didn’t see you there,” Jason says as he approaches me from behind the counter. “You’re the first one today,” he says, offering a genuine smile. “Hey Jason, I guess I am a little early today,” I let out, focusing on the board again. Jason looks over his shoulder to see what I am staring at and then he smiles.“Trying something new?” He asks and I nod, offering him a smile. Jason is the own

Dash POV“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Grace’s voice is louder than normal, questioning me as soon as I put her on the floor. Her eyes are wild, her hands on her hips as she stares at me as if I am the fucking enemy. I knew Tara was going to be a fucking problem for me, but I didn’t think she was going to interfere with Grace. “I’m kissing you,” I let out as I pull her to me and kiss her. Her hands quickly move from her hips to my chest as she fights me off. Grace pushes me away and because I am not a total jackass, I stop kissing her and groan in frustration. “No, you’re not kissing me,” she tells me and I take one step towards her and she shakes her head, raising her hand and stopping me as it slams against my chest. “Don’t you dare touch me,” she says. I stop where I am standing. My heart beats fast against my chest as I watch her eyes scan me. “I am not a merchandise Dash, I am someone that has a mind of her own, and I sure as hell don’t need a man to treat me like

Grace POV“I can’t believe you are moving in with him,” Jamie says as she closes one of the cardboard boxes that is full of my kitchen things. Amber nods as I smile, folding some t-shirts as I put them inside another box. “I know I already asked this, but why didn’t you hire someone to do this?” Hannah asks as she places her hands on her hips, looking at me. “Because I have you,” I say and she shakes her head as Amber laughs with Jamie. “I don’t have a lot of things anyway,” I say, looking around the living room. It looks like a bomb exploded in here and everything is everywhere. I have boxes piled up everywhere. “Does your mom know you’re leaving?” Hannah asks, and I shake my head. This is the subject I have been avoiding, but my three friends are the mirrors I can’t avoid. They know everything about me, and they know how I avoid certain things. “When are you going to tell her?” Jamie asks as she grabs a pillow and shoves it into another box. I stay silent, but I know if I don’t

Dash POV“I swear I am going to fucking kill you,” I bark at Jagger on the phone while he laughs on the other side. My brother can be the toughest guy around, but when he laughs, he really does. He barely even cracks a smile since tragedy entered his life, but hearing him laugh brings a smile to my face even when he is trying to annoy the shit out of me. “Okay, I’ll stop, but listen to me, this is going to get messy, and Wyatt is not going to like it,” Jagger warns me. I know Wyatt is going to be so fucking fuming he will try to kill me, but it’s a risk I am willing to take. “You think I don’t know that?” I ask. Jagger is our enforcer, he takes care of people when we request it from him. It’s kind of ironic because during the day he is the good guy, trying to keep people out of prison, and at night he kills people not just for a living but for pleasure a