When Stars Collide (Light in the Dark #2) - Micalea Smeltzer Page 0,67

other times you need to fuck hard, pure and simple.

My back arches and I come. He pumps into me two more times and then he comes too. We both pant, gasping for air, with our limbs tangled together.

I nuzzle my head into his neck and my eyes flutter closed. I want nothing more than to wrap my body around his and drift off to sleep for the rest of the day. Alas, the real world beckons.

We give ourselves a moment to catch our breath and then we head for the shower.

We’re going to be more than a little late to the barbeque, which will probably piss my dad off, but it was unavoidable.

Well, I mean, I guess the sex was technically avoidable, but after our day, I think we deserved a moment to ourselves.

When I get out of the shower, I towel dry my hair and then gather it up in a bun. I don’t want to bother taking the time to blow dry it and style it. I change into a pair of high-waisted shorts and a red crop top. I grab my white Converse from my closet and sit down on my bed as I slip my feet into them.

Xander comes into my room at the moment Cade yells up the stairs for us.

“Are you guys ready yet? I mean, seriously, how long does it take to shower? Did you drown in there?”

“We’re almost ready,” I call back. I snicker as a thought runs through my mind. “You know, when we moved in here I was worried about having to listen to those two have sex all the time. Never thought it would be us.”

He places one hand on either side of my hips and leans down so his nose brushes mine. “I don’t know about you, but I’m glad.”

I laugh. “Oh, I am.” I waggle my brows.

He chuckles huskily, and I want nothing more than to pull him down into the bed with me and start all over again, but I know we need to go, so instead, I press a quick kiss to his lips and stand.

I take his hand, and say, “Let’s go.”

I park my truck behind Cade’s Jeep—Rae and him went ahead of us since we were taking too long. Music blasts from the backyard and a few neighbors stand in the front yard chatting. The Montgomery’s yearly Fourth of July party is always a neighborhood affair.

Thea hops from the truck, and I follow her around the side to the gate that leads into the backyard.

I hear a splash and some yelling when someone jumps into the above-ground pool they always have set up for this occasion.

Thea and I make our way around the yard, saying hi when people greet us, but for the most part we try to keep to ourselves.

“Hey!” her dad yells cheerily from the grill, waving a pair of tongs back and forth. “Are you hungry? These just came off.” He then points to a plate full of hot dogs.

“Starving, actually. Thanks.” Everything is laid out like a buffet so you can grab what you want, but before I can head to the table, he grabs my arm.

“Haven’t had a chance to congratulate you on making the team. I’m proud of you. Wish I could say the same for my piece of shit son,” his voice grows dark.

Mr. Montgomery has always been intensely into football, and followed Cade and me closely, especially Cade since he’s his son. I can remember once, when we were little and our team lost, he drove us home and went off about how one loss leads to another and to always, always win no matter the cost.

I very carefully maneuver out of his hold. “Thanks,” I say, giving him a tight-lipped smile.

He claps his hand on my shoulder. “I’m going to be at every home game. I promise you that.”

I nod. “Cool.”

This might be the most awkward moment of my life. But if I’m being honest, there’s something about Mr. Montgomery that’s always been … off. He has this intense, off-putting way about him that instantly puts me on edge. Like he’s someone that’s dangling precariously from a cliff and one wrong word will send him off. I mean, I’ve never seen him lose his shit, but there’s something in his eyes—something that’s not quite right.

I’m finally able to get away from him and I join Thea at the table where she’s finishing her plate.

“What was that about?” she asks, her eyes shifting nervously from