Disappointment smacks into me when the real reason for his tail comes to light. His truck is parked behind my car. I can’t leave without his assistance. Although disappointed, I return his farewell wave before hopping into my car and following his truck out of Jacob’s weaving driveway.
I’m scared to within an inch of my life when my exit from Jacob’s street is followed by the deep rumble of Slater’s motorcycle, the power of his engine rumbling in my chest when he barrels past me.
My heart continues to jump when I peer into my rearview mirror a few minutes later. Nick is following me. I’m certain he turned left at the end of Jacob’s street, not right, otherwise why would Slater think the coast was clear?
When I take a right at the next intersection, Nick also turns right. There’s no way this is a coincidence. There’s a massive street sign for Petersburg pointing to the left. He’s following me on purpose.
Noticing he’s caught my attention in the rearview mirror, Nick flashes his headlights. I wave my hand in the air, acknowledging I saw his request but that I need to find somewhere safe to pull over first.
I find that spot a few minutes later. I won’t lie; butterflies take flight in my stomach when I pull my car onto a small patch of grass on the side of a busy main road. They have nothing on my excitement when Nick’s truck parks behind me a few seconds later. He climbs down from his vehicle before strolling toward my driver’s side door. Even the way he walks alludes to his cockiness. It’s a sexy swagger that suits his job description to a T.
When he reaches my window, I roll it down, expecting him to talk to me. My mouth falls open when he cracks open my door to assist me out. With my hand firmly clasped in his, he guides us to the front of my car, ensuring we’re protected from the vehicles roaring past us. Their brutal speed barely swallows the moan rolling up my chest when he cups my cheek to rub my earlobe.
Who knew an earlobe rub could instigate sexual pleasure?
I would have laughed if you told me that last week, but I swear, every time Nick rubs mine, my pussy throbs.
The intensity of its ache grows when he leans down to seal his mouth over mine. His kiss is both ravishing and sensual. Just like last night, he holds nothing back. He kisses me until my breathing is labored and my panties are moist. Then he kisses me some more.
I don’t know how long we stay on the side of the road, making out like crazy teens, but by the time he pulls back, my knees are weak, and my chest has swollen to accommodate my enlarged heart. He lazily absorbs my face, assessing every feature in great detail, before he spins on his heels and strides back to his truck. His gaze remains arrested on mine as he fires up his truck and completes an illegal U-turn to head back in the direction of his hometown.
Once his taillights disappear, I hop back into my car and drive home. I’m utterly confused. He’s never been much of a talker, but his words aren’t the cause of my confusion. His actions are.
My bewilderment intensifies when I get a message from him later that afternoon.
Nick:Next week?
I stare at the screen of my phone, seeking the hidden message behind his short text. Is he asking me out on a date? Or is he seeking a booty call?
Realizing there’s only one way to settle my confusion, I return his message.
Me:Where?
The biggest grin stretches across my face when I read his reply.
Nick:The Dungeon.
My smile is so large, my cheeks burn from their sudden incline. If he was only after a booty call, he wouldn’t have replied with a public place.
My phone feels my excitement when I punish the screen with my quick typing.
Me:Okay.
I grow giddy when his next reply pops up.
Nick:You and me getting sweaty with our clothes on. I’ll pick you up at nine.
Grabbing my pillow off my bed, I squeal into it, ensuring my dad doesn’t hear my excited screams.
* * *
Nick arrives promptly at nine PM the following Saturday. Thankfully, this time, my dad stays inside the house. Dancing with Nick the second time is even more exhilarating than the first. I know his skills on the dance floor match the impressive moves he uses beneath the sheets. That alone enhances our sexual connection.
When we arrive at the bar to replenish some of the fluids we’ve lost dancing, Tina’s brows join. A thick cloud of awkwardness plagues our group when her shocked gaze dances between Nick and me for several long seconds. Certain she has the facts straight, she locks her eyes with mine. She doesn’t talk, but the concern in her eyes speaks volumes. She’s warning me to stay away from Nick, worried I’m walking into our relationship with my eyes closed.
I’m not. I know what I’m getting myself into. Nick has never given any indication that I’m here for the long haul, and I’m fine with that. I’m having fun and enjoying my life before I ship off to my next big adventure.
This isn’t a permanent arrangement.
