‘Cause when I do, not only will I be saying goodbye to him, I’m saying goodbye to whatever this is between us. As fun as it may be, it’ll be for the best.
Fifteen
Ivy
All night, no matter what I was doing or how busy it was, my eyes kept finding their way back to the back of the bar.
Back to Brix.
A few times throughout the night, I found myself singing along to the lyrics. When Brix got to the part where he encourages the crowd to take a drink with him, I couldn’t help but smile at the grin on his face when he caught me joining in.
He’s dressed looking fine as hell in his A Rebels Havoc band t-shirt, his hat pulled on backward. Something about his hat with his dark smoldering eyes, watching him tug his lip ring into his mouth, makes me want to pull him into the back room and push him against the wall.
It is after midnight when they wrap up their show. Jayde recently hired a couple of new girls, so I am able to get off right as they are done playing. The crowd usually disappears around that time anyway.
Kyla is here, so I swing by her table to chat with her while I wait for Brix to finish packing up for the night. Spotting him weave his way through the crowd of people, a tinge of jealousy washes through me seeing women reaching for him, rubbing over his chest or trying to talk to him. He doesn’t bother to stop and talk to them, his eyes transfixed on mine, stalking toward me like he has only one thing on his mind, and that’s getting to me.
“You ready?” he asks when he finally makes his way to me.
Kyla’s eyes blaze into us, not used to seeing us interact like this.
“Yeah,” I say, swiping my purse from the back of my chair as I stand.
“I’m sorry.” Kyla pauses, holding her hands between us. “Where are you two going?”
I wait for Brix to respond, not quite sure how to answer her.
“Out.”
“Out.” I shrug, smiling.
He doesn’t say another word. Not caring who sees us or what they may think, he grabs my hand and leads me away from Kyla. Giggling, I glance over my shoulder seeing Kyla’s mouth fall open, flashing a tentative smile as I wave goodbye.
“Okay, seriously, are you going to tell me now? Where are we going?”
Our fingers wrap together while we move through the crowd toward the back door near the parking lot.
“For a drive. Will you stop asking me now?”
“You’re not up to anythingbad,are you?”
“NowthatI can’t promise you. I do promise I won’t let anything bad happen to you. Is that better?”
Stepping into the cool night air, he drags his thumb along the back of my hand, leading me across the gravel parking lot to where his truck is parked.
I’m in love with Brix’s truck. It reminds me of something my grandpa drove when I was younger. It’s an older Chevy, all black with black rims, lowered to the ground.It’s exactly what I would picture Brix driving, too.
He opens the door, and I let go of his hand, moving to climb in when he pulls me back, catching me off guard.
“I don’t think so.” He grins, pushing me up against the side of the truck, leaning in to kiss me.
When our lips connect, I slide my hand up his chest and wrap it around his neck, holding him to me. Not caring who could possibly see us, I give into the feel of his body pressed against me and the taste of his mouth on mine.
Our tongues tangle, his body rocking against mine. His hands holding my face, not shying away from taking what he wants.
When he pulls back, he brushes his mouth against my ear, whispering, “You taste so good, Ivy.”
His words drip with desire, and I know he’s not talking about right now. He’s remembering our first night, and I can’t help but remember the way he tasted then, too.
