Abbi Glines - Hold On Tight

I need to start by thanking my agent, Jane Dystel, who is beyond brilliant. Signing with her was one of the smartest things Ive ever done. Thank you, Jane, for helping me navigate the waters of the publishing world. You are truly a badass.

My editor, Sara Sargent. Ive loved working with her on this book. I look forward to working together on many more books to come. Mara Anastas, Anna McKean, Paul Crichton, Carolyn Swerdloff, and the rest of the Simon Pulse team, for all their hard work in getting my books out there.

The friends who listen to me and understand me the way no one else in my life can: Colleen Hoover, Jamie McGuire, and Tammara Webber. You three have listened to me and supported me more than anyone I know. Thanks for everything.

I need to give a big shout-out to Abbis Army, led by Danielle Lagasse. She has pulled together an amazing bunch of readers who promote my books and make me feel incredibly special. I love every one of you, and I am humbled that you would spend your time sharing my books with others.

Natasha Tomic, for always reading my books the moment I type The End, even when it requires she stay up all night to do it. She always knows which scenes need that extra something to make them a quality peanut butter sandwich scene.

Autumn Hull, for always listening to me rant and worry, and for still beta reading my books for me. I cant figure out how she puts up with my moodiness. Im just glad she does.

Last but certainly not least: my family. Without their support I wouldnt be here. My husband, Keith, makes sure I have my coffee and the kids are all taken care of when I need to lock myself away and meet a deadline. My three kids are so understanding, although once I walk out of that writing cave, they expect my full attention, and they get it. My parents, who have supported me all along. Even when I decided to write steamier stuff. My friends, who dont hate me because I cant spend time with them for weeks on end because my writing is taking over. They are my ultimate support group, and I love them dearly.

My readers. I never expected to have so many of you. Thank you for reading my books. For loving them and telling others about them. Without you I wouldnt be here. Its that simple.

Open them wider, Dustin panted in my ear as he pressed my left knee against the leather backseat of his car. I thought we had this down by now, but sometimes he wanted something different. So I had to adjust. Also, keeping my head in the game was hard to do.

In the beginning it had hurt. Now it was just uncomfortable. But I loved Dustin, and he wanted sex. So I gave it to him. Which meant a few nights a week he pinched my nipples really hard, then did the deed and we were done. Being close to him made it worth it. I had felt so disconnected from him lately that this helped ease my mind. When we were back here together, we were okay again.

Like this? I asked, moving my leg up to rest along the top of his backseat.

Fuck, yeah. Like that, baby. Just like that. Youre always so damn tight. Its almost impossible to get inside you.

I agreed with him. Which was why it was so uncomfortable. It seemed like there must be something to make it slide in easier. But he never mentioned that, so I didnt ask.

Fuck, uhhhh, yeah . . . God, babe, so good, uhhhh! GAAAAH! he cried out loudly as he threw his head back and his eyes rolled into his head.

That meant this was over. He was done. Thank God.

When he moved off me, I quickly sat up in case he wanted to go for round two. I felt like he had made me do splits this time. I didnt want a round two.

You do know well get married one day, right? Dustin said as helped straighten my skirt, then handed me my panties.

I had never told him how unsure I was about us having sex all the time, but he knew me too well. He had been my best friend all my life, and when our relationship had progressed into something more, it wasnt a surprise to anyone.

I had loved Dustin Falco since we were kids, so it only made sense that he and I would evolve into thiseven if I wasnt sure this was what I wanted. Our relationship had changed so much over the past two years.

Or maybe it was just that Dustin had changed so much over the past two years.

Sometimes I didnt recognize him anymore. The boy across the street wasnt the easygoing, trustworthy friend Id always adored. He was the record-breaking basketball star who already had college scouts checking him out his sophomore year of high school. Girls wanted him, and boys wanted to be him. He basked in the attention. He knew he was special and he wasnt humble about it.

But I loved him. So I accepted this change. At least, I was doing my best to. Even if it meant he only had time for me when he wanted to have sex. The rest of the time he was busy playing basketballand drinking with his friends, which was something I wouldnt do. I drew the line at going to the parties he attended. I had gone to two of them with him, and he had gotten so trashed that I had been forced to walk home by myself. If I didnt come home by curfew, my parents would ground me until I turned thirty.

They trusted Dustin, but they had no idea who he really was. Not anymore. My parents would never be okay with me going to parties. My curfew was earlier than everyone elses. It frustrated Dustin, but he always assured me that it was okay, that hed work around it.

Youre not talking again, babe. That means youre upset. Whatd I do this time? Dustin asked as I tugged my panties back into place.

Nothing. Just lost in thought. Im not upset, I assured him. This was what I always did: made sure he was happy and worry free.

He leaned over and touched the side of my face. The gentle look in his eyes reminded me of the boy Id fallen in love with years ago. Youre my one, Sienna Roy. My one and only. You know that, right?

I nodded. He had been telling me that since our first kiss. A first kiss that might not have happened if Dustins older brother, Dewayne, hadnt been showing me attention. It wasnt that kind of attention. Not the kind he showed the girls his age. Dewayne was a senior our freshman year of high school. He and his pack of friends ran the school. They owned it.

On our first day of high school, Dustin had left me behind to hang out with the basketball team and the older guys who were more than willing to bring him into the fold. I was the girl who didnt know many people because of my strict parents. Dewayne, however, found me in the hallway at school that day. He helped me get through it. For my first lunch in the big cafeteria, Dustin had gone to sit with his new friends and not invited me. I was extremely intimidated by the place, so I found a spot by a tree outside to eat my lunch. Alone. Until Dewayne Falco found me and sat down beside me. It was that way for a while. But the more attention he showed me, the more attention Dustin began to show me. Soon I was Dustins girl.

I love you, baby. Youre my girl. I hate that we have to rush and I cant take you to a bed and surround you with candlelight. Thats what you deserve. Its what I want for you. But right now we have to sneak around your parents. One day youll be free. We wont have them watching your every move.

I nodded. He was right. One day I would go to college and my fathers overprotective eyes wouldnt be trained on me. He would have to let me make my own choices.

I love you, too, I told him.

He grinned, then leaned in to kiss me. It was a soft peck. After sex Dustin liked to treat me as if I were a treasure. He never wanted me to doubt that he cherished me. It was these few moments that made the rest of it worth it. Because the truth was, I didnt like sex. It was uncomfortable and painful, and I didnt understand why girls liked it so much. From the look on Dustins face whenever he got off, I could see that it was fantastic for him. But I never had that feeling. Aside from enjoying seeing him feel pleasure, I dreaded having to do it.