Page 108 of Hidden Fates

“You could take him anywhere and he wouldn’t care,” Skye reminds me. Her nose wrinkles, fingers twisting into the large sleeves of her top. “Okay, he might complain if you try to take him somewhere he has to sit still and be quiet for long periods of time.”

Snorting, I slide a dark gray athletic jacket over my t-shirt. “That would bore both of us.”

“Precisely.” Skye grabs the edges of the jacket and drags me closer, her nose pressing against my sternum. “He loves spending time with you. And if you suck his dick or something later, he’ll be in heaven.”

Fates damn it, I’d like to get out of the house without rocking a semi.

Nothing has happened between me and Bellamy since Skye’s heat. Only a few kisses and a lot of cuddles. Seeing him dance around the house in gray sweatpants and a cut-off shirt has tested my self-control. Many times, I’ve had to walk myself back from bending him over and wrapping my hand around his cock to jerk him off.

Would he have accepted my touch? Probably. But I want him to know that this is more than sexual tension. Which is why we’re going on a date. So I can show him how much he means to me.

“Go get your man. I’ll see you both in the morning for all the juicy post-date details.” Skye puckers her lips, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Swatting her ass playfully, I kiss her deeply. “Be good for your other mates while we’re gone.”

Bellamy is waiting in the foyer. His eyes light up when I join him. “Damn, you look like a snack.”

My cheeks heat, and I mumble a quick thanks before slipping into my coat and shoes. “Ready?”

“For sure. Let’s hit the road.”

Shaking my hair out of my face, I follow him outside and down to the garage. The weather warmed up this week, melting a lot of the snow. Large patches of grass pop up around the yard, and the roads are clear and ice-free.

“Can I drive? You’ll have to tell me where we’re going.” I agree, sliding into the passenger seat of Bellamy’s Jeep. He loves taking it out, something he hasn’t gotten to do much of with the bad weather the past few weeks.

“Head to the gym, and I’ll direct you from there.”

We crank music on the radio and sing along, listening to an eclectic mix of songs on his playlist. There’s everything from Skye’s music to Primordial Covenant songs and heavier shit from bands that are new to me.

By the time we pull into the parking lot outside our date venue, my cheeks hurt from smiling. Bellamy scans the various businesses along the strip, catching the way his eyes light up when he sees the glowing signage for our destination. Rock Hard is another fitness center that offers climbing walls, obstacle courses, and aerial courses.

He stares for a moment before slapping his steering wheel with one hand. “That’s amazing.”

I lace my fingers with his and kiss the back of his palm. “I wanted something fun and active. The name was another perk.”

“I love it already. Come on, let’s go play.”

Chasing him out of the Jeep, we rush across the lot and to their doors, elbowing each other on our way in. I pre-booked our tickets, but we still have to take a short safety lesson before we can explore. They have a kid’s area, and all ages are welcome during the day, but this late in the evening, only adults fill the space.

After dropping our bags into a locker, I spin to face him. “Where to first, Bee?”

We race through several climbing walls, joking and ribbing each other, before we reach their beginner-level obstacle course. I fly through it, cheering Bellamy on as he follows behind me.

“Do I get a prize if I finish faster?” he asks as we face the entrance to the next level of difficulty.

Stepping closer, I put my lips against his ear, pitching my voice low. “If you beat me, I’ll take you home and suck your cock. But if I win, your ass is mine.”

He groans, his head falling back. “Damn. I don’t know what would be better: winning or losing.”

Bumping his hip with mine, I chalk my hands and steady myself. “See you on the other side, baby boy.”

“Fucking hell, that’s unfair.”

My laughter drops into a grunt as I rush forward, leaping between the angled steps that start the course. I slip a few times, but jump back into it, pushing myself until I reach the warped wall at the end. Climbing it leaves me gasping for breath, my arms burning with exhaustion.

I hit the button and snort, hands on my hips as I pace to relieve the stitch in my ribs.

“Okay,” Bellamy calls up, panting. He’s bent over, hands on his knees at the base of the wall. “You win. There’s no way I’m built for this shit.”