Chapter Eleven
Jay
Harper’s in for a surprise if he thinks I don’t remember every encounter we’ve ever had and where we were when it happened. I could walk back down the halls of our old High School tomorrow and point out the locations of every place we ever kissed, held hands, or stared at each other from across the room.
I wouldn’t say I have a photographic memory, exactly, because it only relates to my mates, but I remember every little detail so he’s in for a shock.
A slow smile shapes my lips as we get closer to the run-down park.
The road toward Silver Heights is quiet at this time of day, and the trail that branches off toward the gated off park is still partially hidden by long blades of dried out grass leaking out of the surrounding forest and field areas by the left side of the road.
Someone should probably cut that back before it makes the road a hazard, but since it’s not at that point yet, I hope it doesn’t happen until sometime after our little detour.
“Do you remember what we did the last time we were out here?” I ask, as the gates come into view ahead of us.
“Of course,” he scoffs, as I pull in and kill the engine.
“Are you sure?” I lean over the seat to look at him.
I can feel the heat of the sun burning through the window on my left arm.
“Don’t fish for hints,” he warns me. “I’m not giving you any.”
“I don’t need any hints.”
He doesn’t look convinced, but he does move from his seat toward me, and I can see the desire in his stare as he sits down in front of me, right before the first burst of his spicy-sweet scent blossoms into the air between us, making my mouth water and my body heat right up.
“Then you’ll remember it was later in the afternoon, and it was darker out, too.”
He frowns, clearly wondering what I’m getting at.
Hah.He’s the one who doesn’t remember what we did here the last time.
“You hadn’t been knotted in days, and you were so desperate you couldn’t even wait for me to get the key to the gates. Your perfume was so strong my cock tore through the seam in my pants when I breathed it in.”
“Oh, my God,” he murmurs, swallowing thickly. “That was the time you …”
He definitely remembers now, and I’m about to let him off with following through on the challenge he threw down to me, when he moves back, and gets out of the backseat.
The door closes behind him with a bang.
I take in a breath, and I get the faintest taste of his sweet spice in my mouth.
My pants stretch out as I turn my gaze to the passenger door.
Harper opens it, and slides inside, gaze hungry as he looks me over.
“I needed to be knotted so badly I asked you to use your hand. To make it feel … Like a knot.”
“And is that what you want again now?”
He nods, without a second of hesitation.
“It was intense,” I remind him.
“It was perfect,” he murmurs. “But this time, I’ll make sure I take care of you, too.”
With that promise made, he moves into my lap, and I find out his slick has already soaked through his pants. My dick throbs as his arousal fluids seep through to get me wet.
