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“Thank you.” I breathe out.
“We’ll be pulling in right up here.” I hear rustling as if he’s gesturing ahead of us even though I can’t see him.
“Okay.” I almost whisper, my words less like daggers, my muscles relaxing into the situation.
“You sound better.” He acknowledges to me, brevity in his expression. “How are you doing now?”
I don’t get the chance to answer him though. Our SUV bumps along into a lot, swerving and swinging around small pathways next to a large building that looks familiar, but not at the same time.
We pull up to an open lot surrounded by more cars like this one, several people wandering around with passes or camerasdangling from their necks, and a huge RV. I look around, eyes taking in both sides of the car as I turn my head, the phone going with me.
Cars parked, doors open.
Mac steps out of his side as Aurora dips out the other, leaving both doors open for me to be free of this death trap.
Still not a fan after the last time we rode in one of these.
The soles of my shoes hit the pavement as my eyes settle on a mess of sandy blond and windblown hair.
“Babe.” His grin hits me almost as quickly as his body does, a bear hug that he wraps me in has my arms restricted to my side and my brain struggling to process the fact that I’m still holding the phone to my ear.
“Could you—” Another quick squeeze before he sets me back on my feet, but he leans into me, pressing my back against the cool surface of the car. He steals the phone from my grip, slipping it into my pocket, his cheek meeting my temple and his hands on my hips. I hear his deep inhale cloud my judgment and his exhale ring around my brain like sparklers in the nighttime.
“Fuck, I missed how you smell.” Deep, sultry words only for me have my lips parting, my tongue poking out to dampen them.
“Really?” I attempt skeptical, but my words come on a sigh. More like a hopeful romantic with a bleeding heart, less like a hardened female tired of this man’s shit.
Shit shit.
“Mhmm,” He hums in my ear, chills running down my spine. “And the way you taste.” Rex dips in to nibble my earlobe, trailing kisses down my neck. His palm finds my jaw, cupping my face tenderly. “Then there’s the way you feel …” His grip on my hip tightens, pulling me flush against his pelvis.
Is he fucking hard?
“Oh God …”I don’t plan on saying the words aloud, but I do. The smile, then the chuckle I feel more than see from him uplifts me, even when I know it shouldn’t.
“Not God, but pretty close.” Rex smarts, earning him a slap to his bare bicep. The skin-on-skin contact sends more chills down my spine than I’d like to admit.
But that returning laugh though ….
He’s leaning back now, staring down at me with smiling eyes, our hips still pressed intimately together.
“You have a lot to fucking explain if you want to keep touching me like this.” I hiss and watch as his persona falters, his jokes a crumbling defense.
He nods his understanding, though he keeps a smile firmly planted on his newly pierced lip.
“Fair enough,” Rex responds softly. “I owe you that.”
“DooDoo brains!” I hear Mac call for his brother, Rex’s hand slipping confidently into mine and tugging me away from the SUV. He doesn’t take his eyes off of me until the last second, his middle finger already up in the air in the direction of his twin’s voice.
“That’s a new one.” I snicker.
“He’s taken creative liberties recently,” Rex says with an eye roll as he leads in the direction of the massive RV we passed on the way in.
The familiar click of camera shutters echo around us as we pass people milling about. Flashes point in our direction, slowing my speed, my arm extending to the point of nearly breaking our interlocked fingers. My vision blisters, lights dancing around in my head and making me nauseous.
“Rex?” I come to a complete stop, anxiety cementing my feet to the ground despite my utter desire to turn and run.
I don’t like the spotlight.
