“Hey, look.” Lucas points out the window a half hour later. The dynamic duo comes into view, stumbling on the beach, looking for Lucas I presume.
“That’s them!” I exclaim. Candy looks at her phone, seemingly frustrated, and Brad's hands are waving manically. “What do you think they’re saying?” I whisper, even though we’re in the confines of the car and I don’t need to.
“Probably wondering where I’m at because they’re twenty minutes late and I told them I was already here. She looks pissed.” He nods his head toward her.
She really does look pissed. A moment later she stomps her heel-clad foot in the sand and starts to march up the beach towards the road, heading straight for us.
“Shit,” Lucas mutters as the two get closer to his car. “Jordan, look at me.”
I turn my eyes from them to him, starting to panic because what if they recognize me? My hair is a dead giveaway even though I’m wearing a beanie. “What are we going to do?” I ask.
His eyes search mine. “This,” he whispers, and then reaches over the center console and grabs my head in both of his hands, lowering his mouth down onto mine.
I’m frozen in shock.
Is he kissing me?
His lips are tentative, like he’s worried he’s overstepped some invisible boundary, and I finally snap out of it and grab his sweatshirt, pressing myself as close to him as the center console will let me. If this is the only chance I get to kiss him, I’m going to take advantage of it.
His grip on my face tightens and he tilts my head where he wants me. I open my mouth against his, our tongues intertwining, tasting each other for the first time, and fuck if I don’t like it. He dominates the kiss like he’s starving and I’m the first meal he’s had in months. I’ve never been devoured so thoroughly in my life. My body is heating up and I let him take the lead while he sucks and licks at my tongue. I moan into his mouth letting him know that I’m enjoying this just as much as he is.
He pulls back slightly. “Fuck, beautiful,” he mutters against my lips. “I want you so–”
“Get a room!” The screech of Candy’s voice assaults my ears as she walks by. And like a bucket of ice water poured over us, we’re pushed back into reality.
I immediately hide my face in the crook of Lucas’s neck, hoping she can’t see my pink hair through the slightly tinted windshield. I can hear Brad and her arguing as they pass by and get further away. They didn’t stop to look inside, which wouldn’t surprise me if they did, considering the things they were insinuating the last time I saw them.
“We should follow them,” Lucas breaks the silence and I pull back.
“Yeah.” I swallow hard. “Let’s go.”
Before I make it too far, he grabs my face one more time and plants a hard kiss on my lips. “We’re finishing this later,” he states and then makes a quick U-turn in the direction of our targets.
Brad and Candy turn down another road and get into a small black vehicle, and Lucas follows a few paces behind like he’s done this before.
My adrenaline is ramped up from the kiss, but I don’t want to say something stupid, so I turn my focus on their car as we get on the freeway going east. Ten minutes later we pull off at an exit and take a winding road through some neighborhoods. The houses all look weathered and unkempt. “This seems sketchy, no?”
“It’s definitely not Beverly Hills out here. Just remember what I said about staying in the car, okay?”
I nod. “Okay. I’m starting to get freaked out though.” The sun is setting, casting an eerie glow through the trees.
He grabs my hand and plants a kiss on the back of it. “It’ll be fine.”
We’ve slowed down because the black car pulls off into a small rambler. Lucas drives by and we backtrack when the coast is clear.
“I’m going to park the car across the street and you’re going to get in the driver's seat. I’ll be right back.”
I nod my head and watch with nerves as he gets out of the car and confidently walks up to the house and knocks on the door. A moment later the door opens and there’s Candy, half-naked in a light blue silk robe. I have no idea what Lucas says, but she invites him in with a crook of her finger and a smirk on her face. It took less than thirty seconds for him to get inside.
It’s irrational, but jealousy flares like a raging bitch, and I have to hold myself back from exiting the car and going in to drag the wannabe stripper out by her fake hair.
Two minutes go by and then five, and I start to wonder what’s happening inside the house. My leg is bouncing manically, and I pull out my phone ready to call the cops when the door opens and Lucas strolls out like he owns the place.
I quickly scoot back to the passenger seat, and when he ducks to get in, he hands me my camera. The one I didn’t see him holding when he came out of the house.
“You got it?” I ask in disbelief as I check the camera out for any damage.
He starts the car and pulls away from the curb. “I did.”
