Page 79 of Brewbies
Darby traded a pointed look with Gabe, Cady, Myrtle, and Vee before trailing after Ethan, all too aware of the gawking onlookers tracking their progress.
As they reached the camper, Ethan paused, standing to one side of the aluminum steps as Darby ascended them. “Wait here,” she ordered him.
Only, Ethan didn’t.
She barely had time to register his presence behind her before the heavy camper door slammed shut, leaving her wide-eyed as Ethan backed her into it.
His hips pinned hers, and his ribcage expanded on hectic breaths as he stared down into her face. Despite the steady throb already beginning to gather behind the Lycra crotch of her glittery briefs, she forced herself to hold his gaze.
“The permits are on the bottom shelf of the pantry between the Fruity Pebbles and peanut butter Cap’n Crunch. If you—”
“Fuck the permits.” Ethan lowered his mouth to hers, tracing the seam of her lips until they parted on a sigh as soft as his kiss was bruising.
Ethandevouredher.
His hunger made her clutch his shoulders to keep from sliding to the floor of the camper. One of his hands tangled in her hair, angling her head to deepen the onslaught as the other pressed between her shoulder blades, holding her against him.
She was drowning. Losing her breath. Her balance.
Her mind.
“Wait,” Darby rasped, tearing her mouth away from his. “Wait. You can’t just—”
“Who is he?” Ethan asked, dipping his head to trail wet kisses along the length of her throat.
“Who?” Darby asked, only half aware of the floor beneath her feet as she arched into him.
In one fluid motion, Ethan lifted her, wrapping her legs around his hips and pressing his erection against her. “The guy you performed with.”
“I told you,” she said. “His name is Gabe. He—”
“I know his name.” Ethan curled his hips, branding her belly with the ridge of his arousal. “Who is he toyou?”
Darby fixed a bratty smile on her already swollen lips as she worked a hand between them to mold her hand to his steely length. “No one that will blur the lines between your private and civic life.”
Ethan captured her wrists and pinned them above her head. “You want everyone to know? Is that it?”
Whatdidshe want, exactly? No sooner had the question been introduced did the answer come to her.
“I wantyouto know, Ethan.”
He drew back, and their eyes met for a moment on which the gravity of the entire planet seemed to hang.
“I want you to not be ashamed of the part of you that wants me,” she said, rocking her hips against his.
“Darby—”
“I want you to see me on the street and not flinch.” She laced her fingers into his hair, tipping his head back so she could meet his eyes. “I want you to want me, Ethan. Regardless of where we meet or who happens to be watching.”
Ethan’s eyes blazed the electric blue of a pilot light. “I want you, Darby. I want you so much I don’t even know who the fuck I am anymore.”
Darby gasped as the elastic fabric of her fishnets and costume bottoms tore with a brief hiss of protest. The sudden draft felt delicious over her heated skin, cool where she was already wet.
“Do you have—”
Ethan lifted a foil packet that he’d produced from somewhere on his person and tore it with his teeth.
“Where was this the other night?” Darby asked, quickly unbuckling his belt and freeing his erection.
