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“Tell them that you were just sucking my cock and swallowing every fucking drop of my pleasure, like the good fucking girl that you are.” He nipped at my neck, pressing a kiss there. “Tell them how good it felt to have my cock inside your mouth, hitting the back of that throat.”
I liked this playful side of him, so much that when he went to kiss my neck again, I moved so he’d catch my lips.
He slowed, bracing my face with his hands, kissing me slowly. My fingers slid up, feeling every ridge and groove of his perfectly sculpted chest. Letting out a low groan, he moved his jaw to the side, deepening the kiss. It was the kind of caress that I’d obsess over later, the type of touch old me would have cataloged and journaled about. A kiss I’d keep tattooed on my soul, lingering long after he left.
Finally, he broke away and whispered in between the slice of space between us, “Come tomorrow, after your deliveries are done. Bring an overnight bag, you’re staying for the weekend.”
His command was a siren call I couldn’t turn down, so I gave him a smile that conveyed what I thought of spending the night with him.
Then before I knew it, he was dipping to grab his shirt and headed to my window. He gave me one last hungry look before popping the screen and crawling through it.
20
RAE
FIVE YEARS AGO
My fingers tangledin my hair as I tried to comb through the tight curls. My eyes were stuck to the black motorcycle parked in spot number five across the street, at the gas station. Earl was slow in getting to each customer, so the man straddling the bike was staring down at his cell phone while he waited.
Internally I chided myself for not applying at the gas station for a job; that was a sure place to see Davis and get to talk to him. It was getting easier to pin down the spots around town he actually went inside or spent any length of time. The library was one, but only once a month or so. Usually, he’d just order his selections online, and then pick them up from the reservation shelf.
The grocery store was another place he went inside, but he was always moving, so it would be too difficult to converse with him in any real capacity, and he always used those self-checkout machines. Even upon exiting, he stuck to himself.
Sadly, the diner was still my best option to see him, or even talk to him. I just had to convince my parents to let me work the front.
Watching Davis sit there, I toyed with the hem of my shirt as I calculated the time it would take Earl to get to him, seeing that he had three other cars to get to first. That was maybe five minutes.
“I could make it,” I muttered in encouragement to myself.
Digging my fingers into the small cross-body purse sitting at my hip, I popped a mint into my mouth and reapplied my lipstick then darted across the street.
His eyes were down, so he didn’t see me, but deep down, I knew he could feel me. Like if we were both in the same place at the same time, then we’d both just know it, because we were soul mates.
Chills erupted along my arms like little spikes, regardless of the sun bearing down on the world, infusing the asphalt with heat and air with humidity. My low heels clicked along the cement as I progressed along the length of the gas station, but Davis never once looked up from his phone.
Not until I stood close to the chrome handlebars of his motorcycle, linking my arms across my chest.
His eyes flicked up: a dark, navy blue…and I’d never once stood close enough to see the black specks inside them or realize how truly massive his shoulders and biceps looked this close up. He let out a sigh and returned his gaze to the phone in his palm.
Seconds passed where he stared at the phone, and I just stood there, hoping he’d notice my hair, or my makeup…or the fact that I was seventeen now.
“You work here or something?”
His voice rumbled like a thunder cloud, and the way it lingered around me nearly made my knees shake. I could feel my face redden as I unlinked my arms and tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear.
“No, uh…” I looked over at Earl, and then back to Davis. “I, uh…I wanted to introduce myself.” My voice was shaky and uncontrolled, like a train cart off the rails.
His dark eyebrows dipped to the center of his forehead, eyes still on the phone. “Why?”
“Because.” I shrugged, smiling. “I—”
“Sorry about that, Davis, you want to fill it with regular?” Earl interrupted, grabbing for the pump.
Davis finally lifted his head, but turned away, dismissing me. “Yeah, thanks Earl.”
Then his focus went back to his phone.
I stood there awkwardly, waiting for the focus of a man I shouldn’t love. The numbers kept ticking up on the pump, along with the price, indicating my time was running out, but I had no idea what to say to make him see me. I could say my name, but would he think it was dumb? Raelyn sounded so young. Rae sounded older, but it was also masculine.
