Page 450 of Rock Me All Night
The feeling spreads to me. It sucks having your heart broken. It's worse when you can't admit it, to yourself or to someone else. I look around the small plane for something I can do to help. I find a set of pillows and blankets. It's not much but it's something.
I sit next to Pete and offer him one of each.
He nods a thank you. "Do me a favor and keep Tom busy. Even if it means fucking him. I've got a massive headache and his voice is driving me bonkers."
"Sure."
"He likes you a lot," Pete says.
"How can you tell?" I ask.
"He didn't offer to kill Kyle."
I laugh. "You have a good sense of humor about things."
"Didn't have much of a choice growing up." He turns his back to me. "I'd offer to talk to Drew but we've never really seen eye to eye about anything."
"That's okay. Just keep this a secret until I figure out how to tell him," I say.
"As much as I like to fuck with Tom, I'd never betray his trust." Pete nods.
Tom is on the other side of the plane. On a love seat. I go to him, slide my hands around his shoulders and press my lips into his neck.
"He'll be okay," I say.
Tom nods. "Wish he wasn't taking after me, getting into fights. My mom is gonna kill me."
"I want to hear more about her."
"I'm not sure I want to talk right now."
"Then hold me for five minutes. Please."
A small groan escapes his lips.
Ah, it's the magic word. I whisper in his ears. "Please."
"You keep saying that and I'm gonna get hard."
"That isn't a problem for me."
"You know Pete likes to watch. Or at least to listen."
I shrug. "So let him listen."
"Damn. You really are naughty." He brings his body behind mine. "Never held anybody this much."
"Is it bad?"
"No." His voice is a whisper. "Different."
My eyes flutter closed. It's late. It would be easy to fall asleep in Tom's arms. It would be just as easy to give in to the lust building between my legs, kick off my panties, and pull him on top of me. But I can still feel the uneasiness in his body. He needs somebody. He might not realize it, but he does.
I won't let myself believe he needs me. Not yet. Not even if I already need him.
"Are you going to see your Mom while we're in Los Angeles?" I ask.
"Yeah. Day after tomorrow. She lives in Tustin. It's about an hour drive from our place in Hollywood. I wanted to go straight there but she's really insistent about us not giving up anything for her. Even Kara's graduation party. All due respect to Kara—she's a sweet girl—but Ophelia's a lot more important to me." His voice wavers. "Of course, in her infinite stubbornness she told me she'll be out all day, with her ex. The one who hates me. Supposedly, she'd prefer me not being there anyway."
