The drive home is quiet, but my hands are clammy on the steering wheel. I have no idea why I’m so nervous. My mind is a storm of thoughts, swirling with what-ifs and possibilities. Twitch mentioned the wordus. Like it was a real possibility. The thought sends my heart racing, but optimism is quickly followed by the crushing weight of reality.
When I pull into my driveway, I notice Twitch’s bike isn’t there. He must have parked it farther down the street. As I step out of the car, he emerges from the shadows under the porch.
“That was quick,” he says with a smirk. Always with the smartass remarks.
“What can I say... he’s faster than you,” I quip, unable to resist.
His mouth drops open in mock offense, and I can’t help but laugh. The look on his face is priceless, and for a moment, the tension between us melts away.
“That wasn’t funny,” he says, pretending to sound hurt.
I smile. “I thought it was.” I unlock the door and step inside, heading straight for my bedroom. “I need to change into my pajamas.”
He leans against the doorframe. “Nothing I haven’t seen before.”
I stop and cross my arms, giving him a pointed look. He sighs dramatically and turns around, giving me privacy. I take a moment to gaze at him. He looks effortlessly sexy in his low-slung jeans and motorcycle cut.
I quickly change into my pajamas, the soft fabric a welcome comfort.
“How was it?”
I snort. “Well, you were there.”
He chuckles. “I had to see you. I was going insane thinking you were with him.” His voice is rough, which matches his declaration.
“McDaddy and I are officiallyjustfriends.”
“Good!” He shakes his head. “Can you please not call him that?”
I smirk at the hint of jealousy in his voice. I get into bed and snuggle under the sheets. “All done,” I say.
He turns around, his eyes heating as they rake over me. One thing I love about Twitch is that he looks at me like I’m wearing lingerie even when I’m in my comfiest clothes. The butterflies in my stomach are in full force as I glance at him again. I love being desired, even when I’m at my most casual.
Without hesitation, he takes off his cut and hangs it up, then strips off his jeans. My mouth waters as I remember what’s underneath those boxer briefs.
“Didn’t the piercing hurt?” I blurt out, immediately cringing at my lack of filter.
He smirks. “Yes, but it was only temporary.”
“Are we temporary?” I ask softly, my voice tinged with sadness.
His smirk fades, and he frowns as he pulls his shirt off and tosses it to the floor. He climbs into bed beside me, and for what feels like the first time in forever, he touches me, pulling me into his arms.
“All I know is we have tonight,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. “Before the sun comes up and we have to deal with life as we know it.”
I run a hand over his warm chest and then tug at his nipple ring. His body makes my restraint crumble, and I lift to place my lips against his. I’ve missed him. His groan of pleasure sends shockwaves through my body, and his mouth moves with mine, his tongue dancing as my heart races. Our kiss is filled with passion and unspoken wishes of what we can’t have.
He grabs my hand and puts it on his cock. “This is what you do to me,” he says huskily. “Every thick inch is because of you.”
I grasp him and stroke him through his briefs.
He’s panting but opens his eyes and starts undoing my button-up top. He grumbles when he can’t undo the buttons fast enough, and I giggle. I swat him away. “I’ll do it.” After I take off my top, I get rid of my pants. He gets up and flips me onto my back, making me chuckle. “So impatient,” I mutter.
“I’m dying over here not being inside of you.”
I smile. He’s dramatic, but I must admit I’m drenched. I lick my lips, entranced with the sight of his lean body. I’ve seen him naked a few times before, but it always feels like it’s the first time.
He groans loudly. “I need to taste you first.”
