She’s still looking at me, her eyes heavy and full of heat, like she’s thinking about climbing back into my lap. If I didn’t think we’d get caught, I’d pull her here myself.
Instead, I shift into park, shoot her a wink, and jog around the truck to open her door.
Dinner might be over, but our night isn’t.
She takes my hand and slowly slides out. My flannel is still hanging off her shoulders and her dress is hitched high on her thighs. Her lips are kiss-swollen, her cheeks flushed, and every rational thought I’ve ever had is begging for mercy.
I loop my arms around her waist and kiss her like I don’t know how to stop. Her sigh melts into my mouth, and for a second, I swear the world stops turning.
I force myself to pull back and dip my head, lips brushing against her ear. “Don’t change out of that dress.”
She laughs softly, breathless and shy, and I can’t help but grin. All I want is to scoop her up into my arms and carry her straight to my bed. But I know Lydia would have it out for me. I’m halfway to losing my mind when—
Speak of the devil.
Lydia bursts through the screen door, letting it slam into Emmett, who’s trailing close behind her. “The lovebirds are back!” she sing songs as she barrels down the steps.
Sadie jolts, pulling away just enough to put noticeable space between us. I smirk, trying not to laugh.
“Lydia,”Heath calls from inside, his voice firm. He’s got a thing about slamming doors.
“Sorry, Mr. Morrow! It was an accident, Iswear!” she chirps without missing a beat.
“Uh-huh. Sure,” Emmett mutters under his breath.
Lydia is halfway to us before she gasps and grabs Sadie’s hand, spinning her in a slow circle. “Holy shit! I keep forgetting what akiller body you’re hiding under those baggy-ass shirts.” Her eyes narrow. “Wait—weren’t you wearing tights earlier?”
Sadie gives a sheepish shrug, cheeks flushing. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from grinning, because I knowexactlywhat happened to those tights. I know I’m the one who touched her—who made her come.
“You need to change before we leave?” Lydia asks.
Sadie glances at me, then shakes her head with a small smile. “Nope.”
Lydia narrows her eyes, reading way more than she’s saying. “Okay, let’s go, weirdos. Emmett said he’ll drive.” She drags Sadie toward his truck, tossing a smirk over her shoulder at me. “Laney, you can come too. Wouldn’t want you to feel left out.”
I’d rather drive my own truck. Being the designated driver is a good excuse for why I’m not drinking, and I’d like to keep Sadie to myself a little longer. But arguing with Lydia is a waste of breath, so I slide into the back seat beside the girl who is turning my world upside down.
We’re not subtle. I know it. She knows it. It’s only a matter of time before everyone else picks up on it. Maybe it’s my fault. Iwantthem to know. I want everyone to know.
Sadie’s shoulder brushes against mine and I lean into it, hungry for every inch of contact with her.
Lydia is arguing with Emmett, claiming she called shotgun, even though we’ve told her too many times that it doesn’t count if you call it while you’re still inside.
Sadie shifts a little bit closer. I know I should pull away. I should at least try not to be so obvious, but it feels too good being this close to her. I rest my arm along the back of the seat, fingers grazing her shoulder.
“Is Landon coming?” Sadie asks, glancing at the empty spot beside her.
“He’s stuck finishing up some favor he’s helping Wes with. He’ll meet us there,” Lydia calls from the front.
Emmett turns up the music and lets the truck idle. I’m about to ask what we’re waiting for when the door next to Sadie opens and Wesley climbs in.
He levels me with a cold stare that says everything he won’t, and Sadie tenses immediately.
I lean close, my voice low. “You okay?”
She gives a tight nod, but I know it’s a lie.
I glance back at Wesley. His eyes are still locked on me—tight and bitter, like I’ve crossed a line only he can see. I nod, calm and controlled, then look out the window.
