Page 49 of Lovers Like Us
My brows furrow with another thought. “I don’t know what people typically do in serious relationships.” My shoulders tighten. “I don’t know…should I ask you and pry? Is that therightthing?”
His smile breaks through. “Wolf scout, just do what you feel. There’s no right or wrong here. And there aren’t any ‘best boyfriend’ merit badges on the line or even ‘worst boyfriend’—I promise, you’re safe eitherway.”
My carriage rises in a deeper breath, confidence surging back. I rotate some, just to face him. “I don’t need to know any of your exes’ names or anything like that. But I’m just curious…did you break it off or didthey?”
“One was a mutual break up.” He takes a larger gulp of energy drink. “The other three, I ended things first.” He glances at me, and I listen intently, interested in his past. “One had to move out of the country for work, and I didn’t want to do a long-distance relationship. The other two, I wasn’t feeling after awhile.”
“You grew bored or something?” Iask.
Farrow tosses his head from side-to-side, considering this. “Or something.” He places his drink back down. “I never actively looked for aforeverguy, but at some point, I’d wake up and I’d think,can I do this for another year, two years, three?And if the answer was constantlyno, then I broke itoff.”
Huh.
I stare faraway for a long beat. “Even if you loved the guy?” Our eyescatch.
Then he focuses on the road again, but his body is still completely relaxed. “I don’t think I loved them as much as I could’ve or else I’d still be with them and not talking in the pasttense.”
I ease back. I don’t need extra reassurance or for him to promise that I’ll be theforeverguy. Because this is fucking brand new for me, and I can’t foresee the future either. But right now, he’smine.
I’m his, and there’s no better feeling thanthat.
“Is that it?” he asks, soundingsurprised.
“You usually go for jocks or am I anoutlier?”
His smile stretches wider and wider.Fuck me.I want his mouth wrapped around my cock likeyesterday.
“Are you an outlier?” he repeats my words with a husky voice, and his gum chewing habit somehow bolsters his casual confidence to the umpteenth degree. In a boiling glance, his gaze just scorches down my body. “I’ve gone for jocks before, but not a lot look like you.” He motions to my face. “Supermodel.” Then points to my abs. “Athlete.”
“So you’re saying I’m hotter thanyou.”
His smile reaches cheek-to-cheek. “I’m absolutely still hotter than you, wolfscout.”
I believe it, but I also want to contest it. Just to prolong this damn moment. “Sayswho?”
“Yourcock.”
My muscles contract. We both stare at each other’smouths. I want to kiss the fuck out of him. Until his body welds against my body and separating would take acentury.
I grab his hand that rests on his knee, and he must sense my next action because he takes control and places his palm on my thigh, jean fabric between his skin and myskin.
He slides his hand towards the inside, closer to my pulsing cock—he’s teasing but not able to do anything real while behind thewheel.
We’re both used tono touchingwhile driving in Philly, but on this tinted bus, it’s safer. So Farrow touching me—in any capacity—I’ll hungrilytake.
He gives me another long once-over before watching the highway. “What kind of guys do you usually go for?” heasks.
“I was only looking for sex, a one-night stand,” I remind him. “But I gravitated towards men the same size as me or bigger. Pretty much any guy who looked like they’d want to manhandleme.”
Farrow chews his gum slowly in thought. “But you wouldn’t let them take control in bed.” He knows how aggressive Iam.
“Right.”
He sucks in a breath. “Damn.”
I hear something more in his voice. “What?”
“That’s a fine line, especially since you’re famous.” His eyes flit to me. “They could’ve easily hurtyou.”
