Rev (Fast Lane #1)

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Tristan

I could hear her slow, soft footsteps behind me as she walked over to where I was bent over, retrieving her phone from my glove compartment. That was another thing that confused me. If her attitude, looks, and mouth were so hard and sharp then why were her movements and mannerisms so soft and smooth? It just didn't make any sense. She didn't make any sense to me. She was the first woman that I wasn't able to figure out and she was also the first woman that I cared enough about to want to try. What the hell was wrong with me?

I turned around and saw her walking towards me, long legs and all. Fuck, I really couldn't get over those legs. The passenger side door to my Camaro closed and I leaned against the surface with her phone clutched in my right hand. I crossed my arms over my chest and watched as she stopped in front of me, eyeing me in irritation. She held out her hand and motioned for me to hand over the Galaxy.

"Can I have my phone now, please?" A strand of her hair fell forward over her ear and I resisted the urge to brush it back in place with the others. It looked so soft and silky. It was just one of the many things I wanted to get my hands on when it came to snippy, little Journey.

"Are you going to be nice to me if I do?" I teased. She rolled her eyes at me and let her head fall back between her shoulder blades, letting out a wail of frustration and exhaustion.

"Tristan, please? I don't have time for this." A slow smile slid onto my lips as I thought of her saying those very words but in a different environment and in a different tone.

"Be nice to me, Green. Give me one compliment and I'll let you have your phone back. How's that sound?" She brought her head back up to meet my gaze and I raised an eyebrow upward. It was a fair trade. A compliment for a phone. Call me conceited, but I actually wanted to know what she thought about me. I knew what I thought about her and I wasn't secretive about it.

"It sounds ludicrous. Now hand me my phone." She grabbed at my arms and I moved out of her reach. She wasn't getting anything until I got my compliment.

"Just one compliment, Journey. That's it." She sighed in defeat and then looked back up at me. That motion caused more strands of hair to fall into her face. Giving up my restraint, I stepped forward and brushed them out of her eyes and behind her ears softly, trailing my fingers down the side of her face slowly. I heard her quick intake of breath as I stared at her intently. She was so close. Close enough that I could feel her breath on the exposed skin of my neck as she breathed abnormally. I moved my fingers to the curve of her plump, pink lips that I'd been mesmerized by since the first day I saw her working at Bentley's. My thumb brushed across her bottom lip as I let my gaze travel down to that one spot.

"Your eyes," she breathed.

"What?" I asked, my lips tilting up into a grin. I stuck her phone in my back pocket and then slid my hand around her curvy waistline. I felt her stomach flatten and then raise slightly with her breaths. Every time her chest expanded I could feel the tips of her breasts brushing my chest ever so lightly. She blinked as if she were refocusing her concentration, but her eyes darted down to my lips and lingered much like mine were doing to hers right now.

"Your eyes are a really pretty color brown. They remind me of caramel-filled brownies." Her cheeks stained with red and she tried to pull away from me, but my grip on her waist was iron-firm. I moved the hand that was on her face down to her other hip to get a better hold on her. I brushed my thumbs over the cotton-covered planes of her pelvic bone and she gasped again.

"Caramel-filled brownies, huh?" She nodded and I licked my bottom lip as I thought about how easy it would be to kiss her right now. I never thought about kissing anyone. I just did it. I kissed, I touched, I fucked. Until the woman I was with gave me a red light, then there was no stopping me. I liked women. I liked how they felt and how they tasted. I liked to hear them moan and watch them squirm as I brought them to climax. I enjoyed it all, but something about Journey made me put the breaks on my dirty mind, eager hands, and lips. God knows I wanted to kiss her right now and heaven only knew how badly I wanted to slide my hands around her backside to cup the round ass that was clearly visible in those shorts she had on. But something had me denying myself those pleasures. Maybe it was the innocent way she gasped with every brush of my thumbs or maybe it was the unsure tone of her voice whenever she spoke. Either way, it had me coming to a halt and it confused the fuck out of me.

"Yes, caramel-filled brownies." I'd been told by many people, usually female, that my eyes were an extraordinary shade of brown. They twinkled and shined in the sunlight and then they glowed and illuminated in the darkness. It was one of the parts of me that I was actually proud to have from my father. Everything else I despised.

"Interesting..." Her eyes had been watching me intently as I stared at her mouth with desperate curiosity and desire, but it wasn't until her tongue came out to run itself across the smooth part of her bottom lip that I gave up any and all willpower I had left. I brushed my lips over hers just to get a sample, but once they touched I knew that a taste was not going to be enough.

Her lips were soft and unyielding at first. She didn't respond, but the second I pulled her closer to me and licked her top lip she gasped and I took my chance. My tongue slid into the opening and tasted the inside of her. Her hands grabbed my biceps to keep herself steady and upright as I continued to explore her mouth intently. Although it was only a kiss, I felt like I had just been give a ticket to one hell of ride. It wasn't an opening, nor was it an absolute gateway into the mystery that was Journey Aimmes, but it was more than she'd given me in a week and I was running with it.

My tongue danced along her own and my mouth stayed slow and careful so that I didn't scare her. Once again, I was slowing down for her sake when normally I'd have her naked and in my backseat by now, but the second my dick twitched at the thought of Journey naked, she pulled away and shook her head.

"Well, that went better than I had imagined it to go, and I've imagined it a lot," I said while licking my lips, trying to savor her flavor. She put her hand to her mouth and ran her fingertips along where my lips had been just a few seconds before.

"I need to go." She turned on her heel and all but ran away from me around the edge of the garage. Usually they ran after I told them that it was just going to be one time, and usually there was only one time. But after that kiss, I knew for a fact that there was nothing one-time about her. She hadn't kissed me back, not really, but she hadn't stood there motionless either. There was something there. Something underneath all the snarky comments and firm independence that wanted what I had to give her, but what was that exactly? Did I want to kiss her again? Yes. Did I want to take her home where I could get her naked and under me? Fuck yes. But what could I give her beyond that?

Taking my keys from my front pocket, I moved around to the other side of the car so I could get in. When I opened the door and sat down, I felt something in the way in my back pocket and grinned at the cell phone that I put back there earlier. Journey left her phone in my back pocket which means that she'd have to see me again to get it back. Although, I knew that I could just give it to Wilder to give to Bentley, or even to Odette just to fuck with him, I wanted her to come looking for me. I wanted her to come back to me long legs, addictive lips, and all. Now that I may or may not have given her a reason to do so on purpose, I wasn't giving it up. I'd looked at the car and sat in it, now I needed to convince the dealer to let me take it out for a test drive. Only this time, I had a feeling that this ride was going to be more eventful than one on the Streets could ever be.