can’t wait to be the victim of that devious mind.
“How long are you going to be gone?” Bash can’t help himself. He’s got to stick his nose in things, demanding accountability for every little thing. Spike is his friend. I know my dad doesn’t trust me, but doesn’t he trust Spike?
Okay, that’s kind of funny, considering. I bet he trusts Spike with his life, and mine, by extension. If he only knew what we plan to do the moment we get out from under the watchful eyes of Insanity.
Being with Spike is definitely on my mind, and from the glint in Spike’s eyes, he and I are on the exact same page.
What if Spike and I decide we’re never coming back?
What if we decide to drive to Vegas and do what every other man in the band has done?
What if we get hitched?
That would be a shock.
Bash can’t stop us, and he can’t interfere if we’re legally wed. Honestly, I just want his nose out of my damn business.
When a mother smothers her child, it’s call smothering, but when a dad does it? Do we have a word for that? Nothing comes to mind.
“Actually…” Spike rocks back on his heels. “I was thinking a few hours, maybe more.”
“Why?” When Bash questions Spike, my teeth gnash together.
“Well, I thought a drive to Santa Monica might be fun. Would give Angel plenty of time behind the wheel. Depending on what time we come back, we might stop for a bite to eat. So, later this evening?” His molten gaze cuts to me. “Unless, you can’t stand hanging that long with me?”
I want to bounce on my toes. He’s talking an all-day excursion. “As long as I get to drive, I’m good.”
And sex. Plenty of sex.
Containing my excitement proves impossible. Thankfully, Bash thinks it’s because I get to go behind the wheel again, supervised of course, but who the fuck cares? I get to be with Spike.
Bash pulls his phone out of his back pocket. “Just keep your phone charged.” That comment is for me. He couldn’t care less if Spike keeps his phone charged. Yet another instance of the overwhelming smothering Bash lays on me.
“Promise.” My grin is wide and full of I-won’t-behave.
Bash doesn’t know the grin is on my face because Spike’s, hopefully, going to fuck my brains out. I’ll let Bash assume my eagerness is because I get to drive.
“Ready, Freddy?” Spike gestures toward the garage.
“Let’s hit the road, Joe!” I gleefully clap my hands, looking more immature than I’d like, not that I care. Spike and I are headed out, and that means we’re finally going to fuck.
“Never come back, Jack.” Spike winks at me.
I love our easy back and forth. It’s crass. I know. But, I’ve been waiting well over a year for this. I might be romanticizing this more than I should, but he’s everything I’ve ever wanted. A little bit edgy, a little bit rock and roll, ignore the cliché, he wants me and I want him. What else matters?
Spike shakes his head as I race out of the kitchen. All I want is to grab his hand and run, tear his clothes off and slam him against the wall. Better yet, have him slam me against the wall. That makes my lady bits tingle and ache.
Can people really fuck like that?
It’s one of my fantasies, but the mechanics appear complicated. Not to mention it’s got to take a bit of strength. My lower lip curls beneath my teeth as warmth spreads through me.
“I’d love to know what’s going through that head of yours.” Deep, throaty, powerful, and all male, Spike’s comment sends my stomach into a free-fall.
“I bet you can figure it out.” I tease him, daring him to speak the words. The words which say he wants me as much as I want him. I’m so addicted to him, I can barely be still.
His gaze cuts to the wall beside us, and his smile breaks into a full-on grin.
“Let’s put that on the list.” He holds up a hand, effectively putting me on notice. “Behave.” Pointing to one of the many surveillance cameras peppered throughout the house, he reminds me of the not so passive monitoring Forest installed.
I forget about the cameras. They fade into the background most days, but it’s a good reminder.
We must be careful.
Nobody monitors the cameras. At least, that’s what Forest says. They were installed back when Insanity was built. Back when the guys partied nonstop and before they, ever