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“Goin’ through my stuff, Conway?” I turn at Blake’s entrance and whistle. She’s wearing light-wash jeans with little rips in the knees, white sneakers, and a pink top. Her hair is thrown up in a half-up, half-down look. She looks gorgeous. She always does. I take her hand, pulling her to the doorway and out to the truck. Her hands are so soft and small in my rough ones. Her manicured nails make me wonder how the color would look wrapped around my cock. I push the thought down, but it lingers – just like she always has.

“Can I drive?” Blake quips from my side, stealing me away from the lude thoughts.

“No.”

“What?" She gapes. “Why?”

“Because your driving scares me.” She looks offended as I rip open her door and help her hop in. It's true, though. When we were younger she used to take corners like we were in a damn action movie. I'd be lying if I said I didn't pray a little every time she got behind the wheel. Warm vanilla and something lavender fill my nostrils as I reach over to buckle her in. “Plus, you just look too damn good in my passenger seat.” I wink before slamming the door shut, savoring the pink flush that creeps up her pretty neck.

Chapter 53

Blake

“Bodies? Seriously?” I ask as I slide a new CD into the truck’s stereo.

“What?” Wesley asks incredulously. “It’s a classic.”

I sigh. “So, you gonna tell me where we’re going yet?” I’ve been nagging him nonstop, dying to know what exactly we’re doing. Ihatesurprises.

He rolls his eyes. “We’re almost there.”

And he’s right. A couple more minutes and we’re pulling into an open area surrounded by trees.

“What is this?” I scrunch my nose. Then, I look at him with wide eyes. “You’re going to murder me, aren’t you?”

I’m convinced he would be the type to playDrowning Poolbefore hauling someone off into the woods. A bunch of random junk is littering a white folding table, and a tree stump is right next to it holding what looks like…an old TV?

“Well, I was going to take you to dinner.” Wesley sighs, completely ignoring the murder part. “But Elain said you’d hate that. So, I came up with something else.”

My heart squeezes at the fact that he asked Elain for help planning a date with me. Something so small, but it still holds so much meaning. She was right. I’ve gone on plenty of over-the-top dates when in the city, and they were not impressive. It got old, fast. I miss the days when ordering pizza and throwing on a show was fun and not something that just gives the guy the idea that he’s going to get laid.

“But don’t worry. I’ll make sure to feed you before taking you back home.” He grins. He then reaches around me to dip his hand into the back of his truck and pulls out two baseball bats. “Oh!” I squeal and clap my hands together. Not even embarrassed at the fact that I sound and probably look like a child. “Did youmake usour very own rage room?”

“After Marshallandthe other day…I think it’s safe to say you need to let off a little steam. And this is the safer way to do so.” He says pointedly.

I just look at him, those blue eyes and the little dimple poking out from his cheek. I give my head a little shake. I can’t place why a date like this makes me want to cry and hug him at the same time.

“Thank you,” I whisper. “I can’t remember the last time someone put this much effort into hanging out with me.”

He stares back at me for a beat and shakes his head. “That’s a damn shame.”

“Now come on.” He hands me a bat. “There’s a microwave with your name written on it. I even glued a picture of Dean from Gilmore Girls onto it.”

I tip my head back and laugh so loudly that it sounds foreign to my ears. It’s different from any of the other ones I’ve given him. I feel it, in every inch of my body. It fills me with ease and makesme want to do it again. Just so that it keeps that smile he’s got lighting up his face, too.

Chapter 54

Blake

We pull back into my driveway a couple of hours later. The house is quiet, with all the lights off. Elain is doing a supervised overnight visit with her mother tonight, so it’s just me in the house. I turn my head to Wesley. “Do you want to go for a swim?”

He looks at me like I’ve grown another head. “It’s 10 p.m.”

I shrug. “So? You got better plans?” I open my door and jump out, not waiting to see if he’ll follow. But when the engine turns off and a door slams, I know he does. We make it to the pond, standing on the old dock. He’s just standing there like he’s not sure what to do. So, I kick off my shoes and lock eyes with him as I unbuckle my jeans. Once that’s done, I cross my arms and rip my top off – happy I decided to wear a matching pink set that makes my skin look tan. Pink's fun. Most people hate it, but not me. And I have a feeling Wesley doesn’t either. Not with the way he’s looking me over like a man starved.

There’s a breeze, and I can feel my nipples harden beneath the lacy fabric. But I’m not sure if it’s from the chilly air or the man standing before me.There’s no one here except us for miles but being so out in the open…it’s erotic. The moonlight feels like a spotlight, and his gaze feels like a cold caress.

“Your turn.” I say softly. He doesn’t hesitate to reach for his belt buckle, and he doesn’t rip his eyes away from mine. Something about the movement makes me want to drop to my knees and ask him to justfuck mealready. I choose to turn and dip a foot into the water, deciding it’s best not to jump his bones and scare him off before the night’s even through. I eventually fully submerge, and soon after, I hear a splash and feel Wesley swim up behind me. I turn when I feel him creep closer. The pond isn’t very deep. Just reaching underneath my breasts. But with Wesley’s height, it leaves most of his chest exposed.

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