Page 87 of Never You

“What about Bodi?”

“What can I say, baby? I’m hooked, and I get really shitty when I don’t get my next fix.” His lips land on my neck, and I giggle, pushing him off.

“Stop, Jensen!”

“Baby, he’s not stupid. Besides, he's my best friend. He wants me to be happy. And you make mereallyhappy.” He pulls my stool closer to him, placing me between his legs. His hands roam over my body, shamelessly stroking the skin underneath my shirt. I let out a tortuous moan, his palm glowing on my skin.

“I can’t get it out of my head now,” he drawls. His lips scrape my cheek, my flesh prickling at his touch, and I automatically close my eyes.

“What’s that?” I crack, my mouth turning dry.

“How I want to spread you out over the hood of my car. Running my tongue between your folds, treating you like a cake tasting.”

My eyes shoot open, the mental image clear again, and I turn my head to grab his chin. Our eyes lock, filled with arousal.

“Fuck,” I breathe, horny as fuck.

“I know.” He grins with an evil look.

He moves his mouth over mine, devouring its softness, his kiss slow and thoughtful. Our tongues dance together, sending shivers of desire through my body. His moan vibrates to the back of my throat, making my heart race like a drumroll. The kisses of this man are scorching, making me addicted to his taste and his touch.

Every move seems pre-thought, slowly building me up to that point where I’m like jelly in his hands, ready to drop my pantiesin the middle of the bar. Feeling a man’s hands on my body has never felt as good as Jensen's rough palms on my skin.

“Hey, guys.” We quickly break loose when Bodi’s voice reaches our ears, and my cheeks immediately turn a bright red as I try to wipe my mouth subtly with the back of my hand.

Ignoring my embarrassment, he takes his seat next to me with a pompous look on his face.

“What did I miss?” he asks, casually moving a hand through his hair.

“Jensen told his motherno,” I blurt, a lousy attempt to change the subject, which will have zero effect, I’m sure.

Jensen frowns at me, and I shrug my shoulders. It was the first thing that popped into my head that could deflect the fact that we were sucking face in the middle of a bar.

Bodi turns his head toward Jensen, beaming with pride, though I can see a hint of suspicion.

“Did you?”

“Technically, I hung up when she started ranting. I haven’t answered her calls since.”

“No way.”

“Fuck it.” Jensen shrugs, repeating the words he told me after he hung up the phone with his mother two nights ago. An amused smile forms on Bodi’s lips, glancing at me as if he knows I’m part of Jensen’s motivation.

“Fuck it?” Bodi echoes.

Yeah, I guess fuck it is the catch phrase for this whole roadtrip from now on.

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Man, that feels good.

“Fuck it.”

The more times I say it, the better it feels. As if every time I speak the words out loud, the universe is shifting a little in my favor, even though nobody knows how that will turn out.

“And then you kissed Rae,” he asks rhetorically.

I breathe out, knowing there is no use denying it anyway. Bodi knows me better than anyone. He will look right through whatever bullshit I’ll try to feed him, and to be honest, I don’t want to lie about it.

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