“Damn, are you going to get in trouble?” I wipe my mouth with my sleeve.
“No. Don’t worry about it.” He kisses me softly as he fixes his clothes. “Go wait at the bar for me.”
I take a seat up front, the surface of the bar cool against my forehead, embarrassment heating my face, but a smile hurting my cheeks at the same time. I loved the feel of his smooth skinin my mouth, the taste of his manliness. Now, I understand why Amber loved doing it so much—I chuckle about yet another thing I have in common with her and didn’t even know it all this time.
“You ready?”
The soothing motion of Bryce’s hands on my back and shoulders gives me the courage to show my face before Caleb shows up. “Is he locking up?”
Bryce is sporting another playful smirk. “No. He left out the back door so he wouldn’t make you uncomfortable.”
“A little late, but awfully nice of him.”
The chill of the March night air reminds me to be thankful we don’t get much of the real winter weather here. Now I just have to deal with what’s going to plague my mind until I get the chance to finish what may be a new obsession.
Chapter Ten
Bryce
I’ve decided it’s time to take Bodie on our first official date—mini date , I guess you could say. I thought it would feel weird, but as I get ready, it feels normal, as if we’ve done this a hundred times before. Bodie is still in the shower and probably nervous as hell, but I have a plan that will hopefully set him at ease.
I set up in the living room and patiently wait for him, the pattering of my bouncing leg filling the room. He comes out in the gray sweats and T-shirt that I asked him to wear.
“What’re you doing?”
“What arewedoing, you mean?” I tell him, patting the pillow on the floor as I sit down on another. “Uh-uh. Keep your hands to yourself.” He pouts and sits comfortably on his pillow. Since we got home last night, he hasn’t kept his hands off me for long. He’s blown me three times already—each time better than the last—and I don’t know if I have anything left for a fourth today.
“We’re just going to do some of your meditation techniques.”
“I kind of got that from the pillows, babe. But why?”
“To calm any nervousness.”
“Bryce, I’m not nervous.” Sitting across from me with confidence, Bodie asks, “Areyounervous?”
“No! No, not at all.”
“Then let’s go.” I watch in bewilderment as he jumps to his feet and runs to his room. Moments later he comes back, having replaced his sweats with jeans, and hurrying to the door. “C’mon, slowpoke.”
“Whoareyou?” I snicker incredulously as I chase him down the hallway.
His passenger door isn’t even closed yet before he’s asking where we’re going and what we’re doing.
“Lunch and shopping.” He’ll never admit how much he likes to browse in the mall—but I know better. “But first—” I hand him the bouquet of roses and box of chocolates from the back seat.
With an exaggerated gasp, he says, “You remembered!” The dramatics are on point today.
“You said you wanted flowers and chocolates. You get flowers and chocolates.”
“Is that how it works?” His sinfully smug expression tells me he’s up to no good. “In that case, I want to suc—”
“No.”
“Joy killer.”
The way Bodie has taken to exploring his sexuality with me is astounding—and I can’t complain about reaping the benefits—but we won’t be having any more sex until we explore the relationship side today. Yes, we have our friendship, but I don’t want this to be purely physical, at least on his part. I know the many things he offers me, but what exactly doesheget out of this aside from sexual pleasure?
I notice the way he sits more upright in his seat when we get off the highway going toward the mall. He’s so transparent, and he doesn’t even know it.
