Page 83 of Wild Love
Ginny squeals. “Oh my god, I love it. Do the guys know? Heath hasn’t said anything.”
“I don’t think so,” Sienna says.
“No.” Reagan shakes her head.
“Huh. I’m surprised that he didn’t text them the second it happened to gloat.”
“When has Maverick ever gloated about hookups?” Ginny shakes her head. “Not his style.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Can we keep this between us? I don’t want him to think that’s what I’m doing either.”
“So are you dating, or was this a one, or several times, thing?” Sienna asks.
“For the summer, I guess, or until we get sick of one another. The second may happen first.” Though as I say it, I don’t believe it. At least not on my account. Johnny is unpredictable and silly and just… fun.
“Then what?” Reagan asks.
“I’ll come back to Valley, and he’ll stay in Minnesota.” I shrug.
They don’t look happy with my answer.
“We’ll still be friends.”
“I did not see this coming,” Ginny says. “But I love it. You two are all sexy banter. I bet the sex is amazing.”
They look to me for an answer with hopeful, eager faces.
“We haven’t had sex. Just lots of other stuff.”
“Stuff like…” Reagan’s head bobs, indicating she wants more details.
“Let’s just say he’s very good with his hands.”
* * *
Johnny doesn’t get homeuntil late Friday night, and I have to be at the arena early Saturday morning with the other interns for the last day of camp. I’m on floater duty and don’t cross paths with him until it’s all over. I’m helping break down tables and putting away displays and extra chairs.
I smell him before I see him. The Hailstone scent I told him I like is all he wears now. Maybe he’s really into doing his due diligence for the endorsement, or maybe he just likes teasing me.
“I have an emergency,” he whispers next to my ear.
“What’s wrong?” I straighten, and he takes my hand and hauls me through a doorway into a closet that smells like dirty feet and cleaner.
His mouth descends onto mine, and his big hands frame my face.
“You said there was an emergency,” I speak the words into his mouth, trying not to break the kiss more than I have to.
“There is.” He takes my hand in his and rubs it over his crotch. “I woke up like this and can’t seem to do anything about it.”
“That sounds like a personal problem. Maybe you should see a doctor.”
He pulls my bottom lip between his teeth. “The problem is my hand is no longer doing it for me. I need yours.”
“Such sweet talk,” I say sarcastically.
“You want sweet words?” he asks, holding my face and looking into my eyes.
I don’t know what I want, but my body likes everything he’s doing right now.
