Plus, tonight I have Willan to drive home. This only makes things easier for me. Speaking of which, I pull my phone out of my locker.
“I think I can manage. You have fun.” I wave him off and turn my phone back on impatiently.
Willan’s message is already waiting for me.
So Finn has access to the staff car park? He’s parked right next to you. I’m waiting with him. Our cover is blown.
With him at least
I hope you don’t mind [stressed emoji]
Don’t stress. I talked to Kai. C u in a sec.
I leg it to catch up with Kai, our bags bumping together as we make our way through the employee exit.
“In a bit of a rush there, Nikki-boo?” He teases when we get jammed in the doorway, both trying to get out first. I jam my shoulder into his.
“Get fucked.” Not an original comeback, but I don’t have a leg to stand on. Because I am in a fucking rush. Dawn will be here before I know it and I want to get Willan home and alone as soon as fucking possible.
Good nights at work always leave the best vibe and I wanna make the most of it.
“Hey Willan. How’s it goin’, Finn?” I up-nod them both and lean against my car next to Willan, trying to smooth over the awkward moment where Kai and Finn eat each other’s faces off in front of us.
“Yeah, well. We’re going. See you.” Willan cuts right to the chase and pushes off the car, heading round to the passenger side.
“Wait!” Finn un-suctions himself from Kai just long enough to call out. “I wanted more info! What is this? Since when?” His ability to get full sentences out is getting undermined by the way Kai has settled with just sucking on his neck instead.
“Not gonna happen. Have a good night.” Willan rolls his eyes and opens the door, sliding in without another word. Not even goodbye. I shrug at Kai and Finn, giving them a happy grin before I get in myself.
“My place or yours?” I ask once we’re safely locked away in our own world.
“It’s a twenty-minute drive to mine.” He says, twisting in his seat so he can stare at me.
“It’s ten to mine.” I counter.
“Yours it is then.”
We slip into easy small talk on the way to my building and even manage to maintain a respectable distance on the way up in the elevator. It’s easier to do than I thought it would be. Not because I don’t want to jump him—I want nothing more than to unbutton that oqic of his and peel away all the layers of him until we’re a whimpering mess covered in each other's cum.
So we get into my apartment and kick off our shoes and make all the right, polite noises as I show him around the living areas of the apartment I share with Kai. When I grab us both drinks from the kitchen, I can feel Willan’s eyes burning into me, his barely restrained impatience searing me to my core. Even with his jaw twitching, his teeth so tightly clamped together I swear I can hear them squeaking, I keep my movements slow and methodical.
Torturous.
And more than a little dangerous, because Willan isn’t the only ticking bomb I’m dealing with. Sunrise will be here before we know it, and as much as I enjoy playing with fire sometimes, I don’t want it to burn out—or for me to pass out—before we have all our fun.
“Wanna see my room?” I cock my head and rest the tip of my bottle teasingly against my lips. The glass of water Willan is holding crackles, an icy frost seeping out from his hand. He doesn’t speak, probably because he doesn’t trust himself not to snap something impatient and rude, just steps out of the doorway and waves imperiously for me to lead the way.
I make sure to brush right against him, letting my free hand drag across his hip—and his crotch—as I pass. He’s harder than the steel our clan pulls from the mountains. Thankfully—or maybe not—he’s behind me, so he can’t see the smile on my lips.
Apart from when Kai raids my wardrobe, I always keep my room tidy, so I have zero worries about leading him straight there.
“Managed to snag yourself the master, I see.” Willan comments, sweeping into the room and making absolutely no effort to hide his curiosity. Immediately, he begins taking in every detail of my room.
“Only because of the clothes. Kai’s a mess at the best of times, so I keep all our outfits with me, so I snagged the big room.” Willan stops just short of opening my drawers and rummaging through them with his inspection. He pauses in front of my tall dresser, staring at my battery operated candles, confused. Turning back over his shoulder, he shoots me a ‘what the fuck?’ look. “I almost set Laurence’s place on fire a few times with candles. After, like the third time, I think, he bought me those so I didn’t kill us all. Stuck with it ever since.”
“Huh.” He pulls a face, and I can see it making sense to him in real time. “What’s he like? Your maker?”
Now he wants to chat? Seriously? Still, being able to share this stuff with someone from my past—even if Willan has somehow slid into being someone very much in my present—is too irresistible to resist. I lean my hip against the end of my bed and fold my arms across my chest.
