Kiddo
Tricia wrapped her hands around the back of my neck, pulling my lips to hers. She moaned, plunging her tongue into my mouth and stroking it against mine.
In that moment, I forgot all about tickling her. I forgot all about how she shoved her gelato in my face; about my plan to take things slowly, or the fact that this was supposed to all be pretend.
I curved my hands around her thighs, and slid my palms down to the backs of her knees, guiding them around my waist. Her legs were smooth and soft and I squeezed gently, my fingers digging into her satin flesh.
She followed my lead, linking her ankles around the small of my back and pressing her heels into my ass. I arched my back, sending my erection flush between her legs and groaned as my cock pressed against the metal teeth of my zipper.
Fucking Christ.
Her teeth nipped my bottom lip and when I pulled back from the kiss, she stared at me. Her lips were swollen from my mouth. Her eyes, hooded and bright. And her dark, silken hair fanned out beneath her head against the wooden planks of the dock.
She pressed her palm to my chest and it wasn't until I saw how her hand moved up and down that I realized how heavily I was breathing. As she swallowed, her throat moved, her eyes finally glancing away from mine to look around at our surroundings. "It's broad daylight still," she said, her voice achingly breathy.
I tore my eyes from her gorgeous face, looking up at the clear blue sky. "I wouldn't say it's broad daylight," I said.
My voice was tight. Strained. And I cleared my throat in an effort to get my voice back. "It's technically dusk," I clarified.
She dropped her cheek to her shoulder. "You know what I mean."
"Yeah," I said and pushed off the dock, the splintered wood sharp and poking into my palms as I stood. Then, I offered her my hand to help her up.
She blinked, surprised, before delicately dropping her fingers into my palm. With a tug, I had her up and standing in front of me.
"I'll take you back to your car," I managed to say.
She caught her bottom lip with her teeth, a smirk edging its way toward her eyes. "I actually got a ride to practice with Jenna."
I ignored my stupid, pounding heart. "Okay," I said cautiously. "I'll take you home, then."
She seemed to pause, before nodding. "You could take me home. Or..." her voice trailed off.
Was she losing her nerve? It had to come from her. This choice. This decision to be with me... really be with me. Not some stupid, pretend scheme. I wasn't going to take that choice away from her. Ten years ago, I said that if she wanted to wait, we'd wait. And I damned well meant it.
"Or?" I probed.
She blinked slowly, her jet-black eyelashes so long that they brushed the tops of her cheeks as she did it. "Or... we could go back to your place." Her voice was so soft, it was nearly a whisper. But I'd heard her as clear as if she'd fucking shouted it from the rooftop.
Fuck yes. I closed my eyes and counted to five just to calm myself down. Right in that moment? I wanted to grab her in my arms, carry her to the backseat of my Datsun and fuck her right there and then. I didn't want to wait until we got back to my place.
Shit. I counted to ten this time because I basically just negated my first countdown with that visual.
"Tricia," I said. "Are you sure?"
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The Prospect
RomanceKiddo almost has everything he's ever wanted. As a Prospect with Boston's notorious car club, the Harrison Street Crew, he's finally found the family he never had as a kid. The only thing missing? The love of his life since their first kiss in middl...
