Page 76 of The Operators

“I’m lying,” she taunts.

“No you’re fucking not. What am I going to do with you?”

She looks at the ground, hiding this sexy as fuck smile before she locks eyes with me again. “So? Are you ready to get out of here?”

“Fuck yes.”

We stop at the grocery store on the way to grab some pillows, blankets, and beer. Thea is struggling to keep her cool, suspiciously giggling through the aisles.

“You’re drunk,” I tease, poking her side as we walk back up to my truck.

She squeals, pulling away. “No!” she laughs, grabbing one of the pillows from the cart and wacking it against my face.

“Oh, you’re asking for it,” I say, grabbing the other pillow and thwacking it against her ass.

She tries to fight back but doesn’t stand a chance even though I’m going so fucking easy on her. It’s cute watching her try though. I end up cornering her against the truck.

Her face is flushed from laughing and fighting me off, and her hair is a mess. The moon lights up her eyes, and it takes my breath away. God, she’s so fucking beautiful.

I lean my arms against the truck, surrounding her and leaning my mouth down to hers. I cup her jaw, deepening the kiss. She scrapes her fingers against my abs, and my mind goes into overdrive. I smash my body against hers, slamming her back against the truck, exploring her body with my hands.

She pulls back with a gasp. “Mack,” she says, her voice breathless, and fuck, hearing my name like that from her is like something out of a dream. “We’re in a parking lot.”

I kiss her one more time. “Get in the fucking truck.”

I yank the passenger door open, practically shoving her inside and jogging over to the other side. She smirks at me when I hop in. She knows the hold she has over me. “Shut up,” I grumble.

“I didn’t say anything,” she says with a smile, lifting her hands in defense.

I pull out of the grocery store faster than I should, but there’s not that many people out this late on this side of town anyway. Luckily, Bear Creek’s peak is only a ten minute drive. That’s why it was such a popular hookup spot back in the day. Not too far away, but deserted enough that it was unlikely you’d get caught fooling around.

“Do you have a bottle opener?” Thea asks, searching through my glove compartment when we pull up to the cliff. “What’s this?” she asks, grabbing the small bottle.

I try to grab it from her. “Nothing,” I say, but she pulls it out of my reach.

“Why do you have a joint in your truck?” she asks with a giggle like she caught me doing something bad.

I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. “You’re not smoking it, Thea.”

“I am,” she says, already hopping out of the truck and opening the jar.

I step down from the truck, slamming the door shut. “I don’t even have a lighter,” I say, pulling the pillows out of their packaging and laying the blanket along the bed of the truck.

She rolls her eyes, walking up to me and reaching into my pockets where I just stashed the lighter so she wouldn’t find it.

“Hey!” I try to stop her, but it’s too late.

She grabs the lighter, placing the joint between her lips and lighting it up. I watch as she inhales, closing her eyes and letting herself relax before blowing the smoke back out. I shake my head. “Are you satisfied with yourself?”

“Aw,” she patronizes. “Did you want to be the one to satisfy me?’

“Give me that,” I say, grabbing it from her hand and taking a hit myself.

She gives me that smile she always does when she gets what she wants. I exhale harshly, accepting my fate. “Trevor is never to find out about this.”

She grabs the joint from my hand, taking another hit as she jumps up onto the bed of the truck. “What? The weed? Or you taking me up to Bear Creek?”

“Both.”

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