Page 18 of Meant for You

Ride on the back of a motorcycle.

I looked back up at her. “What is this?”

“My list of things I’ve never done, things I want to do, things I’ll be doing…with you.”

I skimmed over the list again, my eyes going back to one in particular: Skinny-dip. Seeing Everly naked might actually kill me.

“Everly, these are, they sound like…” Things you’d do on a date.

“You said you’d do anything.”

I had.

“I’ve lived a pretty sheltered life. Yes, living with Wayne and Sonya was an eye-opener, in a really crappy way, but before that I had extremely strict parents, then I had my aunt who was even more so, and I also had you, my protector. I didn’t do a lot of things my friends did. I tried alcohol for the first time when I took the job here at the ranch. I feel like I’m behind, trying to catch up.”

How could I say no? If this list had included eating roadkill or pouring lemon juice into a paper cut on the end of my dick I would’ve said yes. I’d have done anything she wanted to get her back in my life like she used to be.

I folded the piece of paper and shoved it in my pocket. “And the other thing?”

She looked at me, her big brown eyes sucking me into their depths. “That list, it’s a way for us to have some fun together, rebuild trust, get to know each other again, because we’re not the same people. We’re not…”

“Okay,” I rasped, throat tight as fuck. “And?”

“And I want you to teach me how to date while we’re doing those fun things.”

“What?” I barked.

“I’ve been sheltered, controlled, and restricted most of my life, Dane. I’m lost here.”

Sheltered, controlled, and restricted by me. That part went without saying.

“I’m awkward and clumsy around guys. My lack of experience makes me feel like an idiot. I want you to…instruct me, give me lessons on how to date.”

What the fuck? “You want me to…”

“Help me…you know, what you like, teach me how to make a guy feel good…” She shifted on the seat beside me. “In bed.”

My fucking head exploded. “You want me to teach you how to fuck?”

Her delicate throat worked. “Well, yes. But I don’t think…you know, not us physically…doing it?” Her brow scrunched.

Why the fuck did she just pose that as a question?

“I think maybe you could just share what works.”

Okay, so not actual fucking?

Now it was my turn to shift in my seat.

And why the hell did I suddenly feel disappointed?

Chapter Five

Dane

I leaned on the bar, still nursing the beer I got half an hour ago. The Thirsty Mule was full. A band was playing covers, and apparently they were kicking ass going by the way the locals were getting into it. The dance floor was packed.

I’d barely noticed the place filling around me because my head was so full of Everly. It had been so damn full of her and what she’d asked me since I left the ranch the night before, I didn’t know which way was up.