“You
haven’t, have you?” he accuses impatiently.
Damn, how does he know?
I crinkle my nose. “I’m going. I wouldn’t make
you go girlfriendless on a couples’ road trip.”
“You better not,” he warns.
A thrill runs through me. The way he says that makes
me wonder if he’s got something planned for me. Hallelujah. Maybe my nun status
is soon to be over.
“Not a chance,” I whisper, my voice low and
throaty. “I’ve got plans for you, Bobby Rowan.”
I weave both hands through his hair until I’m
holding the back of his head and kissing him deeply. I’ve lost count of how
many times we’ve kissed over the past month, but every time the feeling changes
into something more intense, like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
I grab on tightly as my mouth plunders his because
I’ve had enough of our in-between status, and by his quick response I’m pretty
sure he has, too. It isn’t long before we’re kissing a little more frantic and
needy than ever before, and I can feel the tension in his body matches my own.
I know, just know, this week is the week I give myself to him.
“Crap, can you two get a room or stop flirting
with each other or cut the rest of the day and finally do it?” Zoe exclaims,
frustrated and not the least bit tactful. “I’m hungry. We only have an hour.
Let’s bail.”
We break the kiss and we’re both breathless and
laughing.
I’d forgotten about Zoe and Jake.
Bobby turns me in his arms until I’m leaning back
against his chest, facing them, and it isn’t until I feel the hardness in his
shorts that I realize he’s using my body as a shield.
“Where does everyone want to go?” Bobby asks.
“I don’t care,” Zoe says. “Food. At this point,
anything.”
I look over my shoulder at Bobby. “Let’s go to
the Kettle.”
“That’s a thirty-minute drive. I’ll never get you
back in time for fifth period and you can’t afford another pink slip.
Eventually the dean will do something to you if you keep racking them up.”
“I don’t care. You’ve got the top down. It’s a
sunny day. Perfect for a drive up the coast.”
Zoe rolls her eyes. “Bobby’s car has only two
seats. That means we’ll have to take separate cars. You’re not the least bit
subtle, Kaley. Do you know that? If you want to cut out on us, then cut out.”
“Nope. I just want to take separate cars today.”
I give her a stare, heavy with meaning, since the separate cars thing is good
for her, too. “Meet us at the Kettle. OK?”
She stares and doesn’t move.
Fuck, she didn’t clue in my look to her at all.
Her expression says she wants to argue.
A fast glance at Jake tells me he knows exactly
what I’m maneuvering here and is all for it.
Christ, do I have to do everything for her?
“Separate cars,” I repeat heavily. It doesn’t
feel like Bobby’s erection is going away anytime soon.
Not without help.
My heart tempo ticks up.
My cheeks warm.
“You guys better not ditch us,” Zoe says
intensely.
“No ditching,” I state pointedly. “Go.”
I bite my lower lip and struggle to hold myself
still when all I really want is to brush my backside against Bobby’s crotch.
I move my butt just a hair against him. I feel
his cock jerk, and I sink my teeth harder into my lip.
I love taunting him.
Being taunted by him.
By the feel of him, it won’t take much pushing to
get him to end the torture. And if he makes his move today, to hell with Santa
Cruz. I’m going to cave. A body can only take so much without relief. And it’s
been a month of burning, ragged anticipation.
I can’t even imagine what it’s going to be like
to have sex with him.
Despite my efforts not to smile as I wait for Zoe
to figure this one out, I do it anyway.
“Nope,” she smirks. “Not subtle at all.”
CHAPTER 9
We
roll to a stop at the exit of the school parking lot and Bobby looks left
toward the coast highway, the direction Jake went with Zoe, and my heart sinks.
Oh
haven’t, have you?” he accuses impatiently.
Damn, how does he know?
I crinkle my nose. “I’m going. I wouldn’t make
you go girlfriendless on a couples’ road trip.”
“You better not,” he warns.
A thrill runs through me. The way he says that makes
me wonder if he’s got something planned for me. Hallelujah. Maybe my nun status
is soon to be over.
“Not a chance,” I whisper, my voice low and
throaty. “I’ve got plans for you, Bobby Rowan.”
I weave both hands through his hair until I’m
holding the back of his head and kissing him deeply. I’ve lost count of how
many times we’ve kissed over the past month, but every time the feeling changes
into something more intense, like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
I grab on tightly as my mouth plunders his because
I’ve had enough of our in-between status, and by his quick response I’m pretty
sure he has, too. It isn’t long before we’re kissing a little more frantic and
needy than ever before, and I can feel the tension in his body matches my own.
I know, just know, this week is the week I give myself to him.
“Crap, can you two get a room or stop flirting
with each other or cut the rest of the day and finally do it?” Zoe exclaims,
frustrated and not the least bit tactful. “I’m hungry. We only have an hour.
Let’s bail.”
We break the kiss and we’re both breathless and
laughing.
I’d forgotten about Zoe and Jake.
Bobby turns me in his arms until I’m leaning back
against his chest, facing them, and it isn’t until I feel the hardness in his
shorts that I realize he’s using my body as a shield.
“Where does everyone want to go?” Bobby asks.
“I don’t care,” Zoe says. “Food. At this point,
anything.”
I look over my shoulder at Bobby. “Let’s go to
the Kettle.”
“That’s a thirty-minute drive. I’ll never get you
back in time for fifth period and you can’t afford another pink slip.
Eventually the dean will do something to you if you keep racking them up.”
“I don’t care. You’ve got the top down. It’s a
sunny day. Perfect for a drive up the coast.”
Zoe rolls her eyes. “Bobby’s car has only two
seats. That means we’ll have to take separate cars. You’re not the least bit
subtle, Kaley. Do you know that? If you want to cut out on us, then cut out.”
“Nope. I just want to take separate cars today.”
I give her a stare, heavy with meaning, since the separate cars thing is good
for her, too. “Meet us at the Kettle. OK?”
She stares and doesn’t move.
Fuck, she didn’t clue in my look to her at all.
Her expression says she wants to argue.
A fast glance at Jake tells me he knows exactly
what I’m maneuvering here and is all for it.
Christ, do I have to do everything for her?
“Separate cars,” I repeat heavily. It doesn’t
feel like Bobby’s erection is going away anytime soon.
Not without help.
My heart tempo ticks up.
My cheeks warm.
“You guys better not ditch us,” Zoe says
intensely.
“No ditching,” I state pointedly. “Go.”
I bite my lower lip and struggle to hold myself
still when all I really want is to brush my backside against Bobby’s crotch.
I move my butt just a hair against him. I feel
his cock jerk, and I sink my teeth harder into my lip.
I love taunting him.
Being taunted by him.
By the feel of him, it won’t take much pushing to
get him to end the torture. And if he makes his move today, to hell with Santa
Cruz. I’m going to cave. A body can only take so much without relief. And it’s
been a month of burning, ragged anticipation.
I can’t even imagine what it’s going to be like
to have sex with him.
Despite my efforts not to smile as I wait for Zoe
to figure this one out, I do it anyway.
“Nope,” she smirks. “Not subtle at all.”
CHAPTER 9
We
roll to a stop at the exit of the school parking lot and Bobby looks left
toward the coast highway, the direction Jake went with Zoe, and my heart sinks.
Oh
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