I shake my head.
“Fuck’s sake.”
After turning into the bar’s parking lot and pulling up by the door, I glance at Rigsy and say, “Sorry about the ride home.”
He shakes his head. “Have a good night, Beck. With whoever.”
“I will. Thanks.” Not sure why he’s acting weird. But whatever. I point the Jeep toward Erie before Forest can reconsider.
I get fried-chicken crumbs in my lap, and I probably break the speed limit on the way to Forest’s house. When I finally pull into his driveway and kill the engine, I don’t get out of the car right away. I need a minute to center myself.
It’s great that Forest wants to see me again, but I’m still the same inexperienced weirdo I was the last time I was here. The more he sees of me, the harder it gets to disguise it.
And this time we might really have sex. Dirty, naked, penetrative sex. Even though I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.
This is going to be such a disaster.
A knock on the window startles me, and I jump like a cat who just saw a cucumber. Forest is standing there, arms crossed, his beard doing that thing where it looks both soft and masculine at the same time. He raises an eyebrow at me through the glass.
I open the door sheepishly. “Hi.”
“You coming inside?” he asks.
“I was hoping you’d be the one who does that.”
He smirks. “Me too. But I’m too old to do you in your Jeep. So if you haven’t changed your mind, you’d better come into the house before I’m eligible for an AARP membership.”
I get out of the Jeep. “You can join AARP at any age. They don’t check.”
“Beck?”
“Yeah?”
He steps into my space. “Shut up.”
“Oka—”
His mouth slams down onto mine.
Ooooooooh-kay.
Oh yeah. Yessir.
I grab him by the sweater and pull him closer to me. His response is to nip my lower lip and then suck on it.
And, Jesus. My dick is open for business and suddenly trying to jab its way out of my suit pants. I jam my tongue into his mouth, and now we’re just standing in the driveway going at it like horny goats on meth.
Until Forest pulls back to growl, “Inside,” and yanks me off the Jeep toward his door.
This time, we don’t even stop in the kitchen. Forest tows me through to his bedroom and shucks my suit jacket off of me. Then he tugs at my shirt.
“Easy on those buttons,” I babble. “I only have two good shirts, and I hate shopping.”
Forest doesn’t comment. He sucks on my neck instead. Aw, yeah. The feel of his beard against my skin is everything. Somehow, he’s also simultaneously divesting me of my shirt, my belt, and then my trousers.
After those items hit the floor, he cups my ass in his hands and pulls me against his big body. “What do you want tonight? I could just devour you.”
“If that’s the same thing as fucking me, then sure. There are condoms in my jacket pocket.”
