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I roll my head to the side to face him. My soul smiles. “Now what?”
Blake runs his fingers through his damp hair. “Could you drive me home?”
I almost burst out laughing. I’d drive him anywhere he wanted. I’d drive him to the moon and back. I’d pick him up and carry him to the top of Mt. Everest just so he could take a picture.
I don’t tell him any of that. “Yeah, Blake. I’ll drive you home.”
Chapter Eight
Blake
I HOP ON the back of Sawyer’s motorcycle and wrap my hands around his waist as soon as I settle. Caressing his skin, I run my fingers along the insides of his spread thighs and then up, and up, until I cup his balls and knead them.
It’s funny how fast everything can change.
Sawyer turns his head and looks like he’s holding back laughter. “Do you have a death wish?”
I chuckle.
So, so fast.
The engine roars, and it seems like only a few seconds pass before the motorcycle slows down until it comes to a halt in front of my apartment building.
I wish I lived somewhere far, far away, just so I could wrap around him like a koala bear for hours on end.
We get off and Sawyer puts my helmet—when did it becomemyhelmet?—in the trunk and stuffs his under his arm.
I reach to tussle his hair, putting them into an even more mess than they already are. He mocks offense and I laugh.
“You know,” I say, putting my hands in my pockets, my toes shuffling dirt on the sidewalk, “I kind of wish we could drive off into the sunset.”
He scrunches his forehead and looks at the sky. “The moonset, you mean?”
I grin and shake my head. “I’m not sure that’s the expression.”
He shrugs. “It is now.”
That’s the thing about Sawyer—he creates his world on his own terms. And if you’re lucky enough, he might just let you in it.
“I’m glad I walked into your club. And I don’t mean tonight.”
Sawyer leans in and takes my mouth into a lazy, open-mouthed kiss that ends way too quickly. “As annoying as you were, I’m glad too. Invite me in?”
I snort and swat his chest. “Didn’t you have enough for one night?”
He shoots me a devilish grin. “I’ve got stamina.”
I bet.
“Okay, Sia. I’d love to, but my brother’s asleep. Besides, I should probably tell him about you before I flaunt you around in the middle of the night.”
“Fair.”
“Tomorrow?”
He smiles and gives me another kiss. “Tomorrow.”
The second he turns around to leave, I miss him. I fold my arms over my chest and watch him put his helmet back on, mount his bike, and drive away.
