We’re in the shadows again, a place we always seem to wind up. First at the top of the world, then at that empty store at the mall, and the dark hallway at the club. We can’t help ourselves once we start kissing. His hands wander and mine do too and before I know it, he is tugging at my panties beneath my denim skirt and his fingers brush over my bare sex.
“Jesus, I love how wet you get,” he moans against my throat as he kisses me there, marking my skin with little love bites.
Just as my legs spread to let him touch me, a horn honks on the street. It reminds us we’re somewhere we could get caught. Something tells me we both love the idea of being caught. Still, he shakes off the lust hanging over both of us, smiling as he takes my hand to lead me out of the dim alley.
We meet up with Jenna—who is thrilled we show up together—and he takes us to a cute little bistro. He pulls out her chair for her then does the same for me before sitting down close to me. Beneath the table, he settles his big, warm hand on my thigh and we both sigh contentedly.
“So, tell meeverything.Who are you? Why are you here? I need all the details, stranger,” Jenna warns playfully although I suspect she is not playing at all.
“Yes ma’am. I came here with my buddy Felix. We grew up together, but he came here during high school. It’s a beautiful place. We’re back for the summer before we go back to Baton Rouge for work.”
Hearing him talk about leaving cuts a sharp pain through me. Nothing lasts forever, I suppose. Having an end date on our time together stings. I am angry at myself for wasting these past few days running instead of being with him. Glancing over at him, I cover his hand with mine, lacing our fingers together.
I am done running unless I am running right to Devin.
We spend the entire afternoon together, all three of us. We go baby shopping then grab some fro-yo. Blame that on baby cravings. Jenna’s husband Jordan joins us when we decide to go to the arcade. Sure, we’re adults now but we can still act like we’re not.
“I am so good at skee ball,” I declare as I snatch up one of the heavy balls, grinning at Devin. “I will win any prize you want, baby.”
Devin chuckles, waving me on as he steps out of my way. I hurl the first ball down the lane, chuckling arrogantly when it sails into the one-hundred-point corner bracket. Turning, I smirk at him as I toss the other without even looking. Sure enough it hits the opposite one-hundred-point bracket.
Grinning, he comes up behind me, his hands dropping to grasp my hips. I try to ignore the heat that sizzles through me from his touch. From the way he presses his hard body up against mine. Lowering his head, he brushes his lips over my ear teasingly before he whispers softly.
“Keep showing off, rockstar. Seeing you win just turns me on. I am not some machismo male who can’t handle his girl being better than him. Show me how you do everythingso good,” he hums the last words as my ass rubs against his hard cock and we both sigh.
Holy hell, why is he so damn hot?
With him holding me, I toss a few more balls, though only one makes its mark. His mouth is all over my throat, my neck, and I can barely concentrate. Not that I mind at all. I love having his mouth on me and his hands drive me insane so he can toy with me all he wants.
Turning my head, I know he is there before he presses his mouth to mine. My hand goes back, cradling his face as the kiss deepens. I turn more to press against his chest, opening my mouth when he sweeps his tongue across my lips. His thick arms pull me roughly against his body as one of his hands comes to cradle the back of my head.
“You called me your girl,” I whisper when the kiss breaks for a moment.
“Yes, I did. You’ve been mine since we stood in line for that ride, rockstar.”
Then his mouth is on mine as if he wants to avoid me arguing. Not that I planned to because who would argue with that? We kiss until two young kids brush past us, heckling us for making out at the arcade. Then we get back to skee-ball and I show him I mean business when I play.
“If that were an Olympic sport, you would get gold,” he teases as the machine spits out a long ream of tickets for my wicked high score.
“It ought to be, right? It takes a special talent,” I agree with a laugh.
“Skee ball is not my game, perse, but I can show you what is.”
Taking my hand in his, he leads me from the rows of skee ball to a wall full of pinball machines. Grinning at me, he pulls out a handful of coins and loads up the first one he stops at. Mimicking what he did to me earlier, I press close behind him, letting my hands lay on the glass as he starts to play.
“Your turn to show off, teach?” I tease as I lick his ear playfully.
“Jesus,” he groans, tilting his head to grant me easier access. I kiss a path down the side of his neck. I can feel the thrum of his pulse and how excited he is. “Not if you keep using that mouth on me.”
Laughing, I throw my hands up and back up, letting him play. Shooting me a look with his pretty hooded eyes, he yanks me back to his side. I am all too happy to stick close as I watch him crush the high score. He never takes his eyes off the ball as it pings through the turns and bumpers. We could be here all night if I don’t do something about it.
Dipping my head, I brush my mouth over his ear before I whisper something obscene about him spreading me out on top of the pinball game. I get just a few words out before he scoops me up and sets me on top of the cool glass. I let out a squeal of laughter as I cling to him, afraid he might act on my teasing and take me right here.
“You want to get caught, don’t you? Did it make you hot how we played up on that ride? That they could hear your little moans or how you begged me not to stop fucking my fingers into your pretty little pussy?”
I am going to hell, but he will be there waiting, so I don’t even mind.
“Yes. Yes, it turned me on,” I admit shakily.
