Page 68 of Chasing Forever
A deep groan slips out of him. The sound rips through me, and I lose all restraint. We’re a mess of hands and desperate kisses, making my chest ache and my thighs tremble. I roll my hips once more, and he curses under his breath.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispers.
I smile, brushing my lips over his. “I’m starting to.”
We close our kiss and laugh, our gazes glued to each other.
Someone pounds on the truck window. “Okay, you two, time to play.” We both turn our heads and see that asshole from Wild Bull Ranch, Walker Matthews. “Unless you want to forfeit.”
He walks away, and Brooks runs his hand down my back. “I think our secret is out?”
He stares at me with questions in his eyes because Walker Matthews isn’t family. He’s probably going to tell everyone what he saw as soon as he reaches the diamond, and Brooks looks worried. The way his fingers graze my spine, I swear he feels the anxiety rising inside me.
Before I experienced this feeling with him, I probably would’ve bolted and said I couldn’t play tonight, but he’s put himself out there, and it’s about time I do too.
“Let’s go play.” I dodge the subject for a second because words mean nothing. It’s my actions that will show him how I’m feeling.
He opens the door, and I crawl off his lap and out of the truck in the most unladylike way.
“We need to talk about your shorts now,” he says.
I wiggle my ass as I wait for him to get his bag out of the back. He’s the one who brings all the equipment for us. “You can’t tell me what to wear.”
“I’m only asking for an inch or two longer. Just so I don’t get hit in the balls again,” he says, swinging the equipment bag over his shoulder.
“Too bad we weren’t together back then. I could’ve nursed your balls back to health.”
He looks around, and everyone is still driving into the parking lot. Of course, Walker Matthews is here before anyone else because he scouts the teams. The expression on Brooks’s face says he wants to back me up to the truck and kiss me again, but something stops him.
“I think I still feel some phantom pain. Maybe tonight you can soothe it with your mouth.”
I push him back against the truck, and he bounces off with the strength I didn’t mean to use. Stepping up to him, I rub my hand over his dick.
“People are going to see,” he whispers, his gaze somewhere behind me.
“I don’t care.”
His eyes widen. I inch up on my toes and press my lips to his. His hand slides down my side to my ass and presses me all the way against him as his mouth devours mine.
I’m so lost in the kiss, so lost in him, that it’s not until clapping rings out that I realize he’s right, I just completely outed us in front of my family and the Wild Bull Ranch players. But I can’t find it in myself to care.
Because this feeling with Brooks? It’s everything I’ve ever wanted but didn’t have the guts to take.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Lottie
“Shit, you surprised me,” Brooks says the minute I close our kiss and step back. Although his hand is still on my ass.
“I know I kind of did a one-eighty on you there.”
And he’s right. In one truck ride to the softball field, I went from “don’t kiss me in front of my sister and cousin” to “I’m going to grab your dick and shove my tongue down your throat in front of my entire family.”
“Don’t feel bad, I fucking loved it.” His hand winds around my neck, pulling me to him for a quick kiss.
“Should we go then? I’m sure they’re going to bombard us with questions.”
He holds out his hand. “Since you just groped me in public, I’m assuming handholding is okay?”
