Page 38 of Allured
“Also, I would say we have gone far beyond what would be deemed as a compromising situation.”
Oh, fuck him and his sexy words.
I donotneed to be thinking about thosecompromising situationsright now.
“Keep talking like that angel and you’re gonna compromise our safety.”
An honest to God fucking snort comes out of him.
“That didn’t prevent you from taking me in your throat last time we were in a car together.”
Oh damn, he’s right. The bastard’s got to be getting me back for that. It was after our first date and I was eager. He can’t blame me for it when he was just as thirsty that night.
Keeping my eyes on the road, I smirk and bite down on my lip in anticipation of poking his buttons right back.
“Yeah, well you’re supposed to be the more mature one in the relationship, angel. Y’know— being a lot older and wiser and all that?” I peek at him for a second.
“Aleksander, I ameightyears older than you.” Ezekiel crosses his arms and rolls his damn eyes at me. He’s clearly a little annoyed.
Holy shit, why do I find that so hot?
In this moment, I make a promise to myself; I’m going to fuck that sass right out of him someday.
“Yeah, whatever you say, gramps.” I let out a laugh and my lungs struggle to find some relief from my chuckling.
Steadying my breath, I glance down at the center console between us and lay my hand on it, palm up. It’s more the need to feel him that drives me to do it, rather than it being a gesture of apology. But he doesn’t need to know that.
Ezekiel uncrosses his arms and lays his left hand on top of mine, his fingers finding purchase against my own as he interlocks them together.
“Shameless boy.” His tone is gruff, the total opposite of the sweet kiss he places on our intertwined fingers as I continue our drive to Picnic Hill.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
ALEK
Confessions.
It doesn’t take us long to get to the outskirts of the city. Big structures become smaller and more spaced out, until they just about disappear on the way to our picnic spot: a nice grassy field with some large trees for coverage.
Ez and I chat lazily about upcoming events we have this week and things we are looking forward to. Even with the building anxiety of telling him about my past, it was so easy to mention the Sunday dinner with my siblings that I was hosting tomorrow. It was even easier to invite Ezekiel to it because something deep in my heart has faith this confession of mine will be accepted and understood by him.
“We’re here, angel.”
Leaning over to place a peck on his cheek, I take the opportunity to run my hand up his thigh as I park the car.
“Aleksander—” he warns and I smirk in response.
“I’m just gettin’ your seatbelt, Ez.” My lips brush against his face much softer than my fingers dig into his thigh, but inthe end, I really do unbuckle him. Not being the best time for teasing, I figured this conversation would go better if we both didn’t have raging hard—ons.
“C’mon, there’s a gorgeous spot I want to show you.”
I’m pulling everything out of the backseat, looping the picnic basket and small cooler on my forearm and tossing the blanket and pillow over my shoulders when Ez calls out.
“Would you like some assistance?” Ezekiel asks beside me, peeking into the backseat to see if there’s anything else left to grab.
“Nah, I got it, Ez.”
“It seems like a lot to carry and I am perfectly capable of helping, Alek.”
