Page 434 of Rock Me All Night
"Fuck, kid, that was harsh." Tom nudges me. "The man is already in pieces over this."
"I was trying to be encouraging."
The limo pulls away.
Pete waits until it's a dot on the horizon to address Tom. "You know what you're risking here?"
"Yeah," Tom says.
The brothers share a knowing look. I'm out of the loop again. I guess being family has its perks.
"I have something to take care of. Text me when you know the flight details and I'll meet you at the airport." Pete looks me in the eyes. "He really last twenty minutes?"
I'm sure my expression gives everything away.
Pete laughs. "Good for you." He nods goodbye then turns and leaves.
"Is that going to be a problem?" I ask.
"Nah. He doesn't even talk to me." Tom slides his arm around my waist. "Come on. I have plans for what I want to do with you."
"With me or to me?"
"First one, then the other."
* * *
Tom is kneelingat my feet. It's a beautiful sight, close to perfection. Only we're both fully dressed and we're surrounded by a dozen families. I'm having dirty thoughts at a roller rink. I need to get a grip.
This place is the antithesis of sexy. Disco blares from the speakers. Multi-colored string lights flicker on and off. Hell, half the people here are dressed in bell-bottoms.
Yet, my thoughts stay in delicious places.
Tom ties my left skate tight. His fingers skim my exposed calf. I thank whatever inspired me to wear a skirt. Jeans would make it much harder for him to touch my bare skin.
Tom looks up at me with mischief in his eyes. He slides his fingers up the inside of my leg, over the hem of my skirt, and back down my right leg. He takes his time lacing my right skate then he pushes himself to his feet. Well, to his skates.
He's balanced perfectly.
"When did you learn to roller skate?" I ask.
He takes my hands and pulls me to my feet. "I'll tell you after you get around the rink twice."
"My balance isn't that hopeless."
"Good." He brushes his lips against my ear. "I'd love to distract you."
"You're a naughty boy."
He cups my ass as he slides his arm around my waist. "You like it."
"No comment."
"Come on. I don't want to miss the end ofStaying Alive. My disco moves are legendary."
With one hand attached to mine, Tom skate-steps backwards to the entrance of the roller rink. He's totally effortless.
I take careful steps. I gave up my attempts to rollerblade when we moved to San Francisco. The hills made the once fun activity terrifying. I was always wobbly.
