I swear it’s as though a lightbulb goes off inside my brain. We’ve been looking in the wrong direction. There must be something we’re missing. Everything is too obvious. We really do need to go back to the drawing board.
“Why don’t we head back to our place?” Bam says, referring to the place he and Niki share sometimes to sleep. “Put our heads together to see which direction we go from here.”
While I want to figure this out tonight, there’s adrenaline coursing through my body still from all of the excitement earlier. That combined with being so close to Bam currently has me wanting to be alone with him.
“It’s late. I think we should all get some rest and start fresh tomorrow. That sound good to you guys?” I focus my attention on Andy, trying to wink at her so she gets the hint that I want to be alone with Bam.
“Is something wrong with your eye?” she asks, totally blowing up my spot. I’m sure my wink was terrible, though, so I can’t lay it all on her.
“Is there?” Bam stops walking to turn me to face him. “Which eye?” He looks as though he is ready to deal with any loose eyelashes bothering me.
“There is nothing in my eye. I was winking,” I admit.
“At who?” A mix of hurt and, I think, anger shows on his face.
“Simmer down now.” I pat his chest and then rub the spot. “I was winking at Andy.”
“Oooh, my bad.” Andy finally catches on. “But yeah. We got books to read.”
“You want to be alone with me, rebel?” He pulls me flush to him.
“Don’t be getting a big head now.” I try to sound tart. “Well, I mean, you do have a big head.”
“I can’t,” I hear Andy say through a laugh. “Her jokes are so bad they’re good.” I keep my attention on Bam, staring up at him.
“Don’t listen to her. I’d never joke about that head.” I fight my own laugh.
“All right, we’re done talking about my dick in front of people,” Bam says before he picks me up and tosses me right over his shoulder. “Text you tomorrow,” Bam tells them before he starts walking, I’m guessing in the direction of the Jeep.
When we’re almost there, he puts me back down onto my feet. “I’m sorry I talked about your dick to people.” I wasn’t trying to be crude, only teasing.
“Rebel, I don’t want you talking about my dick because I don’t want anyone thinking about what you do to my dick. Then they might picture it, and I’d have to kill them.” This time his face is stoic.
“Oh.” That shouldn’t be sweet, but I’m strange. “We can’t have that. Need them for the story.” I lick my lips. “But we’re alone now. Am I free to talk about it?”
“You’re free to do more than talk about it, rebel.” He gives me that sexy smirk of his before leaning down to take my mouth in a kiss.
I get lost in it for a second, the throb between my thighs growing. I need him.
“How fast do you think that thing goes?” I break the kiss, nodding toward the Jeep.
Bam doesn’t even bother to answer. He picks me up and places me into the car and climbs in as quickly as possible.
Turns out it goes pretty darn fast.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
BAM
“What did you text your dad?”
“That we were going to eat and then watch the game.”
“It is a football night.” I flip the TV on. “Can’t have you telling your dad a fable. What are you hungry for?”
She sticks her fingertip into the side of her mouth and then crosses the small space between the two of us, her hips swaying side to side in a way that is hypnotizing. She says something, but I can’t hear over the lust roaring in my ears.
I clamp my hands around the indents in her waist and pull her sharp against me.
