midnight sky.
Her lips part, as if she’s about to speak. Instead, she bites the plump flesh at the same time that she rolls her hips, slowly but deliberately. Her moan is soundless, but her back arches and her lip slips from the greedy grip of her teeth as she mouths “coming” before she faces forward again.
But for her thighs trembling on top of mine, and the shallow, sharp breaths that lift her shoulders, I wouldn’t know anything was happening to her.
By the time the driver pulls into the resort and turns on the overhead lights, I’m rock hard, my balls ache, my mind on the edge of fevered. I want to roar for everyone to get the fuck off so I can pull my dick out and fuck her senseless.
But, neither of us move, not even to breathe, as Carol and her crew climb off.
What happens now? Do I tell her who I am?
And then what? Apologize?
“Reggie, are you asleep?” My eyes fly open at the sound of her friend’s voice. She’s sitting across from us, smirking. “You can stop using that man like a throne. There are plenty of seats.”
“Oh, god, sorry,” Regan says as she looks around the now empty carriage. She scoots forward so that she can stand.
I let go of her and grab my hat off my head and drop it over my erection.
My hair is the only thing about me that hasn’t changed since the last time I saw her, but it’s cut so low that none of the natural waves are visible.
I tense as she looks me over and I wait for her to gasp in recognition. It doesn’t come and I’m disappointed rather than relieved.
“Thank you,” she says and there’s a stiffness in her voice and in the set of her insanely voluptuous mouth as she sits next to her friend.
“I’m glad you got your bracelet free,” I say with as much equilibrium as I can manage. I nod toward her foot.
Only the tips of her toes are visible beneath the flood of her dress, now, but I’ll never forget the feel of her legs against mine. I can’t believe what we just did.
“Your bracelet got loose?” Her friend probes.
“Yeah,” she laughs and wiggles her delicate foot, wriggling her pretty light pink painted toes. “My anklet... It got caught on his laces, but I freed it.”
She crosses her arms over her chest, and leans her head against the shuttle window, effectively dismissing both of us.
“We’re pulling away, one stop left,” the driver informs as he closes the doors and sends us back into darkness. The bright overhead lights are on and I glance over to find the driver watching me through the rearview. with a knowing look on his face before he turns his eyes back to the road.
Shit. Did he see?
Well, as long as his mind was the only thing recording it, I don’t care.
My eyes drift closed as we ride along. The warm wind is a soft caress that carries the scent of flowers and the ocean as we zipped along the winding path cut into the side of this cliff. But I can still smell her citrus on me.
With my eyes closed, I could almost imagine that I’m back in that bakery.
Almost.
She’s got a hint of her flavor, but the woman sitting across from now is not the girl I spent six months falling in love with when I was ten.
I'm not the boy who was willing to plunge his knife into someone’s back to save her.
For more than one reason, she’s totally off limits. I should be praying I never see her again, not willing the shuttle to go slower.
When we reach the stop where we’re all getting off, her friend is on her feet before we come to a complete stop. She’s standing at the door and rushes off the shuttle as soon as the doors open.
“No rushing at Pueblo Bonito,” the driver admonishes her rapidly retreating back
Regan doesn’t move. With her sunglasses on, I can’t tell if she’s asleep or just lost in thought.
The high-pitched peel of my alarm startles us both and she lets out a small cry and turns her head sharply toward me.
I hold my phone up, “It’s just my alarm, sorry,” I say quickly.
It takes one blink to replace the dazed weariness in her expression with indignant affront. “Oh,” she relaxes slightly and drops her arms to her side.
My phone chimes again and I grimace as I turn it on silent.
She gives me