I lean in – so close that I can breathe in every one of her sweet, beer-laced exhales. “Mm-hmm.”
She pushes forward, and I feel her chest rising and falling in sync with mine.
I tilt my head and very gently run the tip of my nose over her cheek, her jaw, and then the side of her neck. My cock is straining against my zipper almost painfully, and I’msodamn close to stripping her down and fucking her raw that it’s taking all my strength to hold myself in.
“Dorran…” she whispers, and Christ, my name on her lips is a vice of the darkest nature. It promises to feed my newly-found hunger for her, yet keeps me aching for what’s to come.
“I…” she starts, then sighs. “Dorran, I have to go.”
I move back just a little so that I can look at her.
She’s completely flushed, and yet there’s regret in her eyes as she again says, “I have to go.”
I nod. “Okay.”
“Yeah.”
I chuckle, then push away from her before backtracking towards the garage so that I can lock it up before joining the crew at McDonald’s.
“Go,” I tell her, and run my gaze over her frame. “I’ll see you at midnight, Little Swan.”
5.
Little Swan. That’s what he’d called me. Whether he knew what my name signified, or he’d seen my tattoo, I’m not sure. But what Idoknow is that the term sounded perfect coming from his lips.
And God, what lips they are. Titillating. Inviting.
Forbidden.
Earlier, when Gavin had told me who the garage we were going to, belonged to, I’d been thrilled – for lack of a better word – rather than scared. I understand now whyhewas hesitant about going toFinesse, but that’s to be expected, because he’s the kind of dipshit who’d rather die on a pile of his dust-collecting responsibilities than actually face them.
I sigh, pull my hair up in a half-assed bun, and spritz my mimosa-flavored body mist on my neck and shoulders.
A strong wave of ice-cold wind rushes into my bedroom from my open balcony doors, rustling the silk camisole and shorts I’m wearing. Seeing how hot the day was, it’s kind of a relief to have a chilly weather tonight.
Thunder rumbles in the sky, and somehow, the sound makes me think of Dorran.
He’sbeautiful– in every logical way possible. From his curly hair to his defined jaw; from the long column of his neck to his broad shoulders and lean waist. And his eyes…
Fuck, his midnight-blue eyes are a storm waiting to pull me under. They are a direct gateway to my demise, and I am weak for the vice promises I see in them.
Dorran Ledger exudes danger, and I’ll damn myself into hellfire before I eventryto convince myself otherwise.
Until today, I’d only heard of him; seen a couple of photos here and there, maybe. But meeting him today, seeing the sheer power he emanates – it was exhilarating. I want more; I want it all.
My feet press against the plush black carpet as I pad over to my bed and grab my phone from my nightstand. It’s 11:35p.m., and I’ve still not heard from him. The estate’s gates will lock up in less than 20 minutes, and I know I probably shouldn’t, but I was really hoping he’d show up, just so I could see him again.
It’d been a lucky coincidence that I’d forgotten to grab my card on the way out in the morning, and I guess, in a way, I have Gavin to thank for suggesting Dorran’s garage for my car’s repair.
Speaking of Gavin…
He’s sent me dozens of texts throughout the day, asking if I’m okay. I’d responded to them with an ‘I’m alright; I’m home’ message once I’d gotten to the estate, but hestillhasn’t let up. It’s no wonder Dorran isn’t keen on him, and it’s endearing how he kept Varsha from meeting him today.
Spending time with Alex and Varsha had been a treat. We’d spoken about random gossips going around Riverside, street news, and weird fashion trends. It was positively mundane, yet it didn’t, not even for a second, feel empty or hoaxed.
One thing I noticed while being atFinessetoday was the sense of ‘family’ Dorran and his friends share. It’s a concept so foreign to me that it should be painfully laughable, and yet, I couldn’t help but envy the kind of ease the 4 of them have around each other. Their bond may be physically invisible, but it was right there in the air around them.
I’m about to make my way to the balcony, but stop when I hear the front door opening, and then closing a few seconds later. Staccato footsteps climb up the stairs and reach the hallway, and I wait, with bated breaths, to see if she’ll stop by to ask why I wasn’t at the HQ today.
