Текст книги "Slow Twitch"
Автор книги: Лиз Реинхардт
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She wiggled under me. Pantless.
We had talked about a lot of things together; friends and enemies, parents, school, music, movies, food. Almost everything. But we had rattled around sex.
Thanks to her noisy clan of a family, we didn’t get a chance to physically get this far often. And when we got here, there was never any time to get anything good started. But tonight, as far as I knew, we had all night.
“Juliet was a virgin,” Cadence said suddenly.
I put my hands on her shoulders and slid them up and down along her body, as far as my arms could reach. I liked the line of her from shoulder to thigh and back again. I was memorizing curves spread along warm, smooth skin.
“Yeah.” I was careful and would keep being that way. With whatever she wanted to tell me.
“I’m not, Saxon,” she said, reaching a hand up to smooth over my eyebrow.
“Me neither.” I rubbed her gently.
“But no one expects you to be.” She tensed and jerked away a little bit. “Are you disappointed?”
“That you’re in my bed, naked? Yeah, Cadence. I’m heartbroken,” I joked.
“That’s not what I mean.” Her eyes were wide and a little worried. Her dark hair was all around her face, some pieces stuck to her cheeks.
“I’m not disappointed. If I was, then I wouldn’t deserve to be with you anyway.” I moved a piece of her hair that had fallen in front of her mouth.
“I don’t want to talk about the other times.” She set her mouth in a hard, determined line.
“That’s okay,” I told her. I meant it. Shit, if we started sharing back and forth, I’d need the whole night just to finish.
“They weren’t terrible or anything. They just…I kind of wish I could get a do-over with them. You know?” She closed her eyes and kissed my lips softly.
“I kind of wish I could get a do-over, too,” I confessed. “I regret not being with you first, Cadence.”
“It doesn’t matter.” She shook her head back and forth.
“For me either.” There wasn’t a way to touch her enough. My hands were everywhere and completely unsatisfied. “We were with who we were with. And who I was with led me to you. Somehow. I’m just glad that’s where I wound up.”
“They only liked me because they thought I was pretty.” She pressed her nose to my shoulder. “I think, for awhile, I only liked me because I thought I was pretty.”
“Didn’t you like you because you were smart?” I asked, kissing the top of her head.
“Not really,” she said, then pulled back and raised her eyebrows at me. “You think I am?”
“Do you think you are?” I volleyed.
“Yeah.” She smiled, and if sex could be an expression, it would be the one on her face. “I am.”
“What about the fact that you work hard?” I pointed out.
“Ugh,” she sighed. “You make me sound like some kind of work horse.”
“You inspire me.” I squeezed her bicep. “I’ve never had a girlfriend who could benchpress me.”
Cadence laughed, and I had to put my hand over her mouth to keep her from waking Aunt Helene. She had a fantastic laugh, but no volume control.
She licked my palm.
“There are better uses for that tongue,” I said.
She licked my face.
“Not exactly what I was thinking.”
She licked my nipple.
“That’s more like it.”
She licked all the way down until she was where I had jokingly directed her, but I pulled her back up.
“You don’t want it?” she asked, and seemed really surprised. Although, I guess that was fair.
“I do.” So badly I was shaking hard. “I want it. Just not first.”
“What do you want first?” She gave me a look that I just couldn’t read.
“I’ll do for you,” I suggested. She bit her lip a little and kissed me slowly.
“Why you first?” she asked.
“Or at the same time.” The logistics were getting sticky fast.
“Do you have a condom?” Her voice was all business.
“I do,” I said, and I went completely hard at the mention of it.
“Let’s have sex.” She said it matter-of-factly.
And then we didn’t say too much. I reached into the drawer by my bed and pulled out a condom. Cadence slid it out and put it on me with expertise I wasn’t about to dwell on. Then she moved over me and slid down, fitted me in and pressed until I was completely inside of her. And it felt fucking amazing.
I had done this a hundred times before. Probably more. But this time there was something else happening.
I had this person who I gave a shit about, and pleasing her meant something.
Correction; pleasing her meant everything.
She moved her hips and rocked up and down on top of me. It felt so good, I was sure I was going to blow it, literally, any second.
I had to put my mind somewhere else and focus on Cadence. She was so beautiful, it obscured anything else I tried to think about, and there was something obviously erotic about the fact that she was naked and willing on top of me, along with the fact that she’d chosen me.
But, she clearly had expectations for this whole thing that were fairly low. She didn’t seem to be seeing me, and she was moving pretty mechanically.
I’d had sex with a lot of girls I hadn’t given a shit about, but I like to think that most of it was mutually good. Getting girls off isn’t something every guy is good at, but I pride myself in at least trying. I’m not really a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am guy, contrary to what my reputation might be. I’ve always slept around, but while I was in bed, I was willing to fall a little in love for the span of the sex. I think that’s what gave me such a lady killer reputation. I was good at faking it, and good at making them believe the fantasy. Which was another huge reason why this was blowing my mind.
I couldn’t fake a damn thing with Cadence, and once it was real, there was huge potential for everything to go wrong fast. So there I was, watching her gyrate kind of half-heartedly, and for once I wasn’t positive what to do.
It was a fucking shame that Cadence was so sexy and funny and gorgeous, and all she expected was a boring grind. She had mentioned that her other experiences were just okay, and it almost made me want to choke the losers who hadn’t given her what she needed. But I changed my mind about that quick. If they hadn’t sucked so badly, I might not be here, able and willing to show her what it could be like. I wanted, more than I’d ever wanted anything else, to rock her world.
I could see it wasn’t happening now. She had pulled away since our kissing and now she was on autopilot. I just stopped thinking, let my gut kick in and guide me, and tried to pay attention to what she might need to open up.
I put my hands on her hips to slow her down, and her face snapped up, shocked.
“Do you mind? If we switch it up a little?” I asked.
Her face clouded. “Don’t you like it?” she asked tensely.
“Hell yeah. But do you like it?” I trailed a hand down her body, starting at her neck stopping at the hot skin right above where her heart was hammering.
She looked down for a minute. “It’s good. I mean, it feels good.”
“You’re perfect and what you’re doing is amazing,” I said, leaning up to kiss her. “But I want it to be better than good for you. Alright?”
“Alright.” She squeezed her eyes shut for a second.
“Trust me,” I said.
“I do.” She closed her eyes and kissed me again.
I sat up, so I could hold her closer. We were suddenly pressed against each other from chest to hips. She wrapped her legs around me and I moved my hands down along her back, inching her closer, pushing in deeper until we were pressed as hard against each other as we could get. She made little noises that made my brain to spin, so I knew I was on the right track.
She was right up against me, and I made good use of that fact. I kissed and sucked and licked every piece of sensitized skin I could reach. I ran my hands up and down her body, stopping at all the places that got a reaction from her.
Cadence was definitely responding. She moaned, her eyes fluttered shut, she ground against me harder and changed positions a few times. I realized she was desperately trying to get herself to wherever that place that did it for her was, and I let her do her thing. Once she got close to the spot, it was pretty obvious.
Suddenly her breathing was hard, sharp and fast, almost at that totally satisfied place. I kept up my end of the deal, agonizing as it was.
How could I have her that close to me, that ready, that excited and simultaneously keep from blowing my load? I tried to stay focused on not being a selfish dick; she had obviously been a little screwed over in the sex department, and I was not about to be a notch in her lukewarm experience belt.
Problem was, it had been a while since I’d had sex, and the last time was not with my perfect, gorgeous girlfriend who had inadvertently been giving me blue balls all summer. I wanted to go crazy, pump into her, and lose control a little.
She was still trying to find a spot that did what she needed done again, and I was hanging on for dear life when I dipped my hand between our bodies, because I wanted to help her. I also wanted to not lose my shit. She resisted at first, but I eased up and found a rhythm that worked for her, and she finally let go. Then her body shook a little and a little more and she tensed and clawed her hands at my back.
I flipped her over, happy that she was coming, happy that she was moaning my name, happy that I was finally able to do this with her. With someone who mattered.
I finally couldn’t hold back anymore, and we crashed down together, breathing hard. I had to move to take the condom off and throw it away. This was usually the part where I got up for real, pulled my pants on and made some crack about needing a sandwich, but this time I got right back into that bed.
“Saxon?” she said, her voice wobbly.
“Yeah?” I said as I breathed heavily and kissed her hair line, along her ear and on her beauty mark then over her forehead.
“I think I came.”
“Yeah, I think so, too.” I put my arms around her, and it was pretty unreal; to want to lie around with the girl I had just had sex with. If it wasn’t Cadence, I would have used more colorful language, but this moment didn’t feel particularly suited to my dipshit brand of flippant humor. I knew I was slipping into a dangerously romantic area when I started to think about how good her body felt against mine, how I loved the feel of her hair in my hands and was waiting to talk to her again. Jesus Christ, I was wrapped up in her.
“I’ve never come during sex. That was really good. Really good,” she repeated and laughed a little. She burrowed against my body harder and kissed me all along my chest.
“I’m glad I was the first for that,” I said and meant it. It was a pretty huge badge of honor for me. Then I remembered that she had said the same thing when I fingered her. “Have you ever come with anyone else? I mean, with anything? Dry humping? Getting eaten out?”
She shrugged. “No. I thought I was a cold fish.”
I laughed and shook my head. “That’s the most ridiculous fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Was the sex good for you?”
“Were you there?” I asked. “It was fucking incredible. I’ve never had sex anywhere near that good before. Ever.”
“You’ve had a lot of sex, right?” she pushed.
“Yeah. Roughly a ton.” I grabbed her closer and she nestled so we spooned as tight as we could.
“Pretty girls?” she wondered.
“Look at me, Cadence.” I turned her around and busted out my best serious model face. “Do I look like a guy who sleeps with ugly girls?”
“You look like a guy who sleeps with easy girls,” she said and smiled.
“You weren’t easy,” I pointed out, kissing the edge of that smile.
“I’m not ugly either. I guess I’m forcing you to bring your standards up a little.” She relaxed into my arms.
We talked that kind of back and forth intimate bullshit that marked two people as really close. It felt like an hour, maybe, had gone by when the light started to turn gray in my room.
“That’s the sun, Cadence. We have to get you home.”
“I don’t want to leave you,” she murmured, her eyes still closed.
I looked at her, peacefully asleep next to me, and for the first time in my life, I was choked with a weird regret at the thought of being without someone. And it felt good.
Chapter Fifteen
Jake
I kept my arm around Brenna as we walked away from the sign-in table the morning of my big race, because I wanted to show her that I was going to be supportive of her crisis, no matter how ludicrous it might be. Evan Lennox, her crazy friend from writing camp managed to get herself arrested. Who would have thought these writing dorks would be such law-breaking deviants?
Brenna took my number out of my hands and pinned it to my jersey with quick fingers. “I’m sorry. This is your big day, and I know you’re super nervous, but Evan’s gramma was going nuts.” Brenna pushed her bangs up off her forehead and shook her head.
“No worries, Bren. Look, Evan is fine. Her grandpa got her some high-powered lawyer, right? I bet it will be a slap on the wrist.” I kissed her on her temple and worried about the fact that my bike stalled on a practice run this morning. Was it just a fluke, or could it be a bad air filter?
“I know, but she burned down, like, half a pecan grove! And it belonged to Rabin’s grandparents, who are super-important pillars of the damn community. It was an accident, but what if she can’t prove it? She’ll get arson on top of trespassing, vandalism, underage drinking…” She counted off her maniac friend’s offenses on her fingers, then wrung her hands. “Her parents are still being totally insane, she’s starting at a new school, and now all this? I’m so worried about her.”
I felt for Bren. I really did. I know she loved Evan, but that girl was going through trouble, and I knew better than anyone that the only person who could get her out of all that crap was Evan Lennox. If she didn’t want to change her ways, there wasn’t anything anyone could do. But Bren didn’t like to hear things like that. She cared too much, wanted to help too much, and it made her crazy when anyone told her that she couldn’t change the world.
“Don’t worry til the judge lays it on her. She’s from a pretty powerful family, too. Trust me. Money talks. She might walk away without any worries at all.” I pulled her into my arms and kissed her, but while she hugged me and thanked me for being all supportive, I eyed my old, battered bike, riddled with problems way beyond my knowledge base, repaired by my inexpert hands, and giving me a skull-cracking headache.
It could have been totally random that my bike lost speed like crazy. Maybe I was more distracted than I thought on my run-through and let off too much on the gas. Maybe not.
I didn’t know which option was scarier; the fact that my bike was probably an irreparable flaming piece of shit, or the possibility that I’d made such an embarrassingly novice mistake.
This was a big race for a local. I had a lot leaning on it if I wanted to attract the attention of the early sponsors for the season, so I could get some better gear and pick up my game.
I had connections, which I could use if I didn’t wind up with any local sponsorships. Connections so good that, like Evan Lennox, I could probably set someone’s orchard on fire and get away with it. But, unlike Evan, I’d done my shit and learned my lesson a long time ago. If I wanted to prove myself, I had to do it as Jake Kelly, not riding off the coattails of the Macleans.
Just as thoughts of my family started to make me feel like I’d eaten a tray of bad oysters, one of the only Macleans I could tolerate strode over, his arm slung around Cadence. The last time he’d come to see me race, it had been a disaster. I’d just punched him in the face a few days before, and I worried the whole time I was on the bike that he was putting the moves on Bren.
“Hey.” I gave them a wave. Brenna turned in my arms and smiled her greeting.
“Hey, Kelly. Just came to watch you rip this shit up.” His eyes went over my shoulder where my bike sat a few dozen feet away, leaned against the tailgate of my truck. “Holy fucking shit. You goddamn stubborn asshole! What the fuck is that?”
Bren’s arms tightened around my waist.
“Jake fixed it.” Brenna slid her arms away from me and crossed them over her chest, her legs spread apart in this cute, defiant stance, eyes narrowed, mouth set, all ready to stare Saxon down and fight for my honor. Ever since the whole crazy essay debacle, Bren was making an effort to prove her support, and I knew it was killing her. I knew, deep down, my worrywart girlfriend agreed with Saxon on this one.
Her defense made my heart gallop in my chest. Bren believed in me.
“I guaran-fucking-tee he did notfix that thing enough to race it.” Saxon was trying hard to keep it cool, but I knew he wanted to scream his ass off at me.
“It will work fine.” For a split second, I was reassured by how confident my voice sounded. Until I remembered that I was lying through my damn teeth. I had no clue if it would work. Brenna’s trusting, relieved expression made me feel even shittier for my lie.
“Work fine? You put a fucking Band-Aid over a slit artery. Work my ass. This is asking for trouble. Race with a bike that actually works, or don’t fucking race, Jake. You shouldn’t be putting your ass on the line because of your fucking pride.” Saxon’s eyes were pure black and evil-looking, exactly like they got before a throw-down.
My hands curled into fists at my sides. I didn’t particularly feel like beating his ass into the ground. To tell the truth, I was feeling tired and just done with this whole day before it really got started, but it wasn’t in my nature to go down without a fight. Saxon’s eyes jumped to my fists.
“Save it. You think I’d punch you in the head before you get on that death-trap? You don’t need to lose anymore brain cells. Believe it or not, I don’t want to see you break your neck, even if it would serve you fucking right.” Saxon stuck his hands in his pockets and we both glared for a minute. Then he said, “You need help?”
I looked at Bren and could see from her tight smile and big eyes that she was nervous. I tugged on her hand, and she made her smile even bigger, but she wasn’t fooling me. “You alright here?”
“Sure. Of course. Actually, I think I’ll get some food.” She kissed me, a quick, light kiss she used to try to trick me into thinking she wasn’t remotely worried, and then turned to Cadence. “Do you want to go get something to eat? I’m starving.”
Cadence glanced at Saxon and he nodded slightly. “That would be great,” she said and gave Brenna a quick, nervous smile.
The girls walked away, and Saxon and I stared at their very fine asses for a minute. “We are disgustingly lucky. How did two fuckups like us end up with girls like them?” Saxon asked.
I chuckled. “I heard a rumor we have these irresistible lady-magnet genes.”
He patted his pockets for his cigs, but didn’t take a pack out.
“No smokes?” I started towards my bike and he followed.
“It’s part of my good boy makeover. And, honestly, it’s the part I’m fucking shedding as soon as I get my car back permanently this fall. I’ll make sure I don’t smoke in the house, because it really does screw with Aunt Helene’s allergies, but I officially love nicotine and miss it like hell.” We got to my bike and he squatted down by it, letting out a low, long whistle. “This bike is hurting for retirement.” He ran a hand over the gouged, pitted plastic of the body. “I don’t remember it being this big a steaming pile of shit.”
“It wasn’t. I’ve been training like crazy, probably when I was overtired, and shouldn’t have been on the badass tracks I was riding. Plus I got rusty after those weeks with the crazies in New York. I crashed it a few times when I got back on, and just kinda hammered past the dents. I knew I probably did more damage than I figured.”
I straddled the front wheel and closed my fingers over the handlebars, loving the fact that this bike had seen me through some tough times. This bike had helped me impress Bren. This bike showed everyone I was something when most people bet I was nothing.
Saxon jumped back to his feet and shook his head at me. “You’re gonna lose. And that’s a fucking crying shame, because there isn’t one guy on this damn course who could touch you with a ten foot pole as a rider. You need to shake all this sentimental crap, Jake. Racing could be your ticket to something bigger, and you need to learn to use whoever, whatever to grab that chance. No one’s going to remember the guy who kept his pride but placed third.”
Hatred for him burned and stung in my throat. I blinked hard and my entire body tensed, because I knew he was right. On every count. I was going to lose. I could get hurt. I could take myself out of the running. And it was all for what? To prove to a bunch of jackoffs with more money than god that I was better than them somehow?
Saxon’s hands closed over my shoulder. “This is only a local. You can place high enough to attract the right attention. You don’t have to be first.”
“I’m not used to being anything else,” I muttered.
“Well, stop being a stupid fuckup and use your limited brain power.” The announcer crackled over the loudspeaker, and Saxon dropped his hand off my shoulder. “They’re about to start. You need anything?” I shook my head and swallowed hard past the shrapnel-like ball of blatant fucking fear in my throat. “Aunt Helene is here. I got her a seat already. I bet the girls are with her now.”
“Aunt Helene is here?” I squeezed my temples and regrets toppled over each other in my head, each one vying for first place. “Nice to have a big audience for my fuck-up debut.”
“I honestly didn’t think you’d have the balls to race that piece of shit.” Saxon grinned and put on these aviator sunglasses that should have looked douchey, but didn’t. He always managed to pull shit like that off. “You’ve got brass nads, man.” He gave me a salute. “I’ll be around if you need anything last minute.”
I’d never started a race with such a ball of lead in my gut. I felt like my entire equilibrium was thrown. The whole damn thing felt completely, nauseatingly off. I saw Bren, Aunt Helene, and Cadence, all down by the gate, jumping, waving, and cheering, and I waved, but the lead in my stomach got hotter and heavier fast.
The bike hummed nicely under me when I started the engine at the lineup. I’d checked and rechecked everything I could think, but I wasn’t some top notch mechanic, and fear about what I might have missed fogged my brain. The roar of the other engines helped drown out the worst of my doubts, and I forced myself to focus.
When the flag came down, I attempted to smash my brain into a non-thinking position, the way I usually did when I raced, but it wasn’t that easy this time. The grind of the dirt under my wheels, the air off the jumps, the rush of cheers from the audience all felt like these jagged, disjointed moments leading up to a colossal, inevitable fall.
I’d never even considered a wipeout in any race I’d ever run. Now the image of myself ending up with a mouthful of dirt played through my head in gruesome slow motion, tearing through the mechanics that usually grounded me in this really specific web of these kind of mental-math-based guide-maps.
They had been my secret power, these weird sets of formulas that just came over me while I raced and plotted the course with all kinds of precise details I could follow every time. And I followed them to win after win.
In every other race, it was all about weight and speed and height. It was like my body took all the information in and my brain computed fast and hard, then translated all that stuff into information that told me how much I should turn, when I should lift, how far I should lean, and at what point I should just pull back and let myself ride free. It was like an internal geometry clicked through my brain and measured every single move I made, and I always had such a clear, calculated plan.
But this time was completely different. This time the dirt slammed under me with more force than I anticipated. I leaned and felt the skid of the tires, gripping too hard at the loose dirt of the track. I tensed and primed to jump, and landed with a hard thump just a few feet short of what I expected. The crowd’s cheers were a muddy blur in my ears, and my eyes rocked to the sides, tracking the less experienced riders who picked up on my lag and pummeled past my jerky lead.
Bikes zipped by, the screech of their engines unusually loud and horrible in my ears. My concentration flipped to the guy behind me, the one too far on the outside to matter, and the sudden shudder of my bike, which wound up being nothing, but gave me a few seconds of blood-curdling panic.
When the flag finally fell, I was so tired every muscle and ligament in my body ached.
And I realized the flag had fallen for the one bike ahead of mine.
I can’t lie. I was stunned to see the crowd rush some halfwit unknown kid. Who was racing a bike so new the plastic hadn’t even lost its gleam.
Before my confidence took a complete nosedive, I realized I had my own tiny crowd to rush me.
Brenna hurled her body into my arms. “You were amazing! That was such a great race!”
I thought she was just being an awesomely supportive girlfriend willing to tell some hardcore lies to spare my feelings, but her cheeks were all pink with excitement and the smile stretched across her lips was wide and real.
Saxon was loose-limbed and laid-back with visible relief. “I’m glad I didn’t bet on you being first, but that was fucking impressive, man. You get props for winning against the thoroughbreds with that old-ass nag.”
Aunt Helene enveloped me in her flubbery arms, then pinched my sides hard. “Are you an idiot? Next time, you use the better bike and win! The money this family has? You need to make use of it.”
Cadence attempted a manly punch at my shoulder with one slender, tanned arm. Her fist gave a surprisingly hard-hitting wallop. “Congratulations, Kelly. That was a hell of a race.”
“Thanks.” A warm flush made my ears burn, and I was glad it was hot as hell outside, so no one could tell it was a blush. Blushing over second place? Man, I was turning into a sadsack weenie.
“Boys, I’m going to go to the ladies before I head home. I have a big Bingo game tonight, so kiss me for luck.” Saxon gave Aunt Helene a kiss on one cheek, and I kissed the other. She grabbed me close and hugged me hard, her old lady perfume strong and overwhelmingly comforting. “I’m so damn proud of you, Jake. Next time, don’t scare the shit out of your old aunt, okay?”
The girls hugged her, and Saxon offered to walk her to her car, but she brushed him off and informed him she wasn’t an invalid yet. Once she was gone, an awkward silence hung in the air. Saxon offered to help me get my bike in the truck, and once we heaved it in, he brushed the dirt off his clothes and brought up plans for later.
“I got my car back on probation, and I was going to show Cadence a good time, take her on the one-horse town tour. I got a text about a semi-decent hookup during the last lap. There’s gonna be a bonfire over at Shambles’s tonight. It would be cool if you guys showed up.” Saxon searched his pockets again for his nonexistent cigs and scowled.
“A bonfire?” Cadence looked at Saxon with her eyebrows pressed together.
“It’s what country kids do for fun, baby. Burn shit. Drink warm beer. Smoke dope and get high under the stars.” He patted her butt and smiled. “We don’t live all fancy-like, like you city kids. You’re about to get an education in fun, Sussex County style.”
“I, uh–” I started to make up some lame excuse when Brenna cut in.
“I’ve never been to a bonfire.” She and Cadence shared a look of relief, and my chin had to have a dirt rim from my jaw swinging open and hitting the ground so hard. “Like, I’ve been to camp. And my family has had fires in the fire pit, but I’ve never been to a bonfire that was like a party.”
“Never?” I couldn’t count how many bonfires I’d been to, gotten drunk at, been stupid around. Bonfires were a pretty constant setting for some of my worst behaviors during some of my worst years, and even though I didn’t want to relive any of it, I was always game to do something with Brenna that she’d never done before.
She wrinkled her nose and shook her head. “Is that weird? I’ve never been to a big house party either. Are they ridiculous amounts of fun? Am I lame and sheltered, and you’re laughing at me?” She laughed at herself, a little embarrassed.
“Blix, you spent the summer pub-hopping in Ireland. You’ve got us beat,” Saxon reassured her. “But you gotta come tonight. You need to show her the bonfire ropes, man. Something about all that lighter fluid makes Jake get all romantic. At least that’s what the ladies always said.” The glint in his eyes was definitely pure dickhead challenge, and he got my back up right away.
Saxon knew he was walking a dangerous line, bringing up my shady past when Bren was around, but she seemed to sense my deep need to knock his ass out and hooked her arm through mine. “Lighter fluid as an aphrodisiac, huh? I’ll have to keep that in mind. So, I guess we’ll see you guys at your-friend-with-the-weird-name’s house?”
“Shambles,” Saxon and I said at the same time.
“Jinx, fucker.” Saxon pointed his finger like a gun at me. “You owe me a beer, bro. See you there.”
Bren watched as he and Cadence walked away, Cadence waving at us as they went.
“Okay. We seriously do nothave to go to this thing tonight. You look beat. Movie night?” Brenna’s offer was quick, sweet, and punctuated with a few hot kisses.
I had my hands on her hips and could already feel myself getting hopped up for more way too quickly. “I am pretty beat, but fuck it. Summer’s almost over, you’ve never been to a bonfire, and it’s my obligation to introduce you to the badass side of Sussex County.” I didn’t want to get dirt on her, but I was having a hard time resisting the urge to pull her closer.
“So you want to corrupt me?” She leaned on me heavily, apparently not caring if she got dirt on the sweet little outfit that hugged every single perfect curve on her body.
“Nope. I like you sweet. I want to escort you into badassary so I can supervise. And kick anyone’s ass if they mess with you.” I kissed her slow and deep, drinking in her taste, loving the soft feel of her hair under my fingers. I groaned and yanked my mouth away from hers when my thoughts went to places too sexy for my limited self-control. “Okay, this parking lot isn’t really an appropriate place for me to jump your bones. I gotta get you home so you can ask Mom about the bonfire.”
