Stripped Love (Guys Next Door #1) - Baylin Crow Page 0,48
ease.
"Just okay?" I pushed because I needed to know he meant it.
He shrugged. "You haven't given me a reason not to trust you."
"And I won't," I was quick to respond.
"Good." His grin was shy, and his wide eyes creased at the corners. "Think it's safe to brave the parking lot so we can go home yet? I'm over this party."
"If it's not, I'll sneak you out." A heavy dose of relief made me feel at least ten pounds lighter. I chuckled. "What my baby wants, my baby gets."
He snickered and flashed me a goofy grin. "Lame."
"Archer West, that was cold. And here I was thinking about all the ways I could make up for tonight." I stood, yanking him from the rocking chair and pulled him to my chest where I caged him in with my arms. Leaning down, I whispered in his ear. "And I have a very vivid imagination."
He shivered, and I grinned into the crook of his neck.
"Well, are you going to just stand here and hold me all night, or am I going to find out what exactly you had in mind?"
Both options were tempting, but the restless way he shifted in my arms made up my mind. As we stepped out of the screened-in porch, it began to sprinkle.
12
Archer
We hadn’t needed to sneak out after all. We’d easily escaped unnoticed. Only when we were on the road did I send a quick text letting the twins know we'd left and promised to visit soon.
With my thoughts spiraling around what Phoenix had planned for me, I spent the first half of the drive home sneaking glances at him. The twitch of his lips each time told me he'd noticed.
My gaze caught on his profile once again and lingered. While I wasn't thrilled with the situation at his club, I appreciated that he'd been completely open and honest with me. I'd never hold his past against him, and what I'd told him was true—I did trust him.
Sprinkles turned into fat raindrops that beat against the windshield as the wipers did what they could to clear the view. With the music turned low, the constant pattering was like a lullaby, coaxing me to sleep.
"I love the rain," I murmured, with my head resting against the cooling glass.
"Yeah?" Phoenix asked as he slid his hand on my thigh, dangerously close to my cock. "Just rain or storms too?"
My attention lifted to the sky just as a silent bright spider web of lightning streaked through the black clouds. "Storms too. There's something about the chaos that gives me an adrenaline rush."
Phoenix swept his thumb in lazy circles on the outside of my leg. "I love them too—have since I was a kid. They bring an awareness of something so much bigger than us."
I hummed in agreement as I watched the thick torrents of water race down my window. A gasp shot from my throat when he grazed his fingers along the inside of my thigh. Blood rushed to my cock at the teasing touch. When his fingertips ran along the rapidly hardening ridge trapped in my jeans, he paused. A moment later, he purposely added pressure. On the edge of begging for more, a hushed moan escaped my lips and my hips lifted, desperately seeking more friction.
With a curse, he released me. "I better stop, or I’m going to run us into a ditch."
I squirmed in my seat, trying to get my dick to behave, but it was impossible. My body was alive and hungry for his touch.
Phoenix groaned and gripped the wheel tight as he impatiently navigated the wet roads. "I'm tempted to pull over and suck your dick to calm you down. My cock is rock fucking hard and you’re making it hard to concentrate."
The thought was tempting, and the memory of his wet mouth licking, sucking and tasting me wasn't helping. But I knew what I wanted, and I was ready. Anticipation and nerves created an anarchic tempest in my blood that rivaled the one increasing in promised destruction all around us. “I want you to fuck me.”
The car jolted slightly before Phoenix brought it under control.
"Damn it," his raspy voice choked out. "You might want to wait to say something like that until we get home. Otherwise, your first time might be on the side of the damn highway." He cut a quick look at me and slowly reached down, squeezing himself before strangling the wheel to the point his knuckles turned white.