Rushed (Adventures in Love #1)(42)

“I’m going to have to veto you taking Cybil anywhere alone, since the last time you were out in town without supervision, you broke out the windows in Hank’s truck and poured sugar in his gas tank.”

“Wow, you really have no faith in me.” She bats her lashes. “I’ll have you know the cops said there wasn’t proof that I had anything to do with that incident. Also, that entire situation could have been avoided if Hank was at work where he was supposed to be, instead of taking a woman out on a date.”

“Right.” Tanner sighs while I fight the urge to ask about a million and one questions. Like why the hell she is with Hank and not Mason, who is obviously into her, is clearly paying close attention to her pregnancy, and is willing to go with her to a birthing class.

“Anyway, enough about that.” She locks eyes with me. “Ignore whatever he tells you about me when you two walk out the door, and”—her head dips after she rips off our receipt from the register and jots down her number, handing it to me—“use that if you need me to break you out of Tanner prison. I’ll come help you escape.”

“I’ll call you.” I can’t help my grin as I tuck the piece of paper into the front pocket of my shorts.

“I knew I liked you.” She grins back before turning her attention to a couple who walks through the door, causing the bell to ding. “Duty calls.” She gives us a smile before grabbing two menus from the holder on the counter. As she walks around to greet them, we head out the door.

“I don’t care what you say. I’m going to pray to whatever god is listening that Mason and Margret get together,” I tell Tanner when he opens the door to let me into his truck.

“Why am I not surprised by that?”

“Because girls gotta stick together, and she and Mason are obviously perfect for each other.”

“Cybil . . .” He starts to say more, but I cover my ears with my hands, then watch him shake his head before he shuts my door. When he gets in behind the wheel a moment later, he raises a brow, and I remove my hands. “All right, sunshine, where to now?”

“I’m okay with whatever we do, but I do need to stop by the store to get some body wash and stuff, since I don’t have much, and whatever that bar soap is you have in the shower isn’t going to work for me.”

“Are you going to fill my shower with girly shit?” he questions, reaching over to wrap his hand around the back of my neck and pull me closer.

“Yes, do you have an issue with that?” I ask, slightly breathless, and his eyes scan my face as he seems to ponder the question.

“Not even a little bit.”

“Good,” I say, not having much time to think about the fact that my heart suddenly feels a little too big for my chest as he leans in, covering my mouth with his. As his tongue slides across mine, my thighs press tightly together. I wish we weren’t in his truck.

Or at least not in his truck in a public space outside a busy restaurant.





Chapter 17


TANNER

With Cybil lying on top of me—the softness of her curves pressed against me from chest to thigh—and my eyes to the TV, I settle in the feeling of contentment that only she seems to be able to give me.

“Later on, will you help me wrap my hand for a shower? I did it this morning, but some water got in, so I’m obviously not as good as you are,” she says, and I tip my head down as she places her chin on the back of her hand that’s resting against my chest.

“Sure.” I push her hair back away from her pretty face as her fingers move to my bottom lip. Looking into her eyes, I think back to her comment yesterday about this being so easy. She’s right; this shit between us is easy, from conversation to just being like we are right now, lying out on the couch in the living room, watching a movie. Every moment feels like we’ve done it all before, even though we haven’t, not with each other.

I keep waiting for her to do or say something that will annoy me, or for me to do or say something that annoys her, but it hasn’t happened since we met, which makes me wonder if it will. Then again, real life hasn’t touched us much since we got off the mountain, so only time will tell.

“What are you thinking about?” she asks, moving up to straddle my waist, and my cock jerks against my zipper.

“How perfect you are.” I grab hold of her hips to hold her steady.

“I’m not perfect.” Her hands move to rest against my chest. “Far from it.”

“Hmmm.” I move my hand under her shirt and slide it up her side, feeling her shiver as my fingers smooth over her soft skin. “From where I’m sitting, you’re perfect.” I cup her breast, and her head falls back to her shoulders before she dips down and locks her gaze with mine, the look in her eyes making my dick throb.

“Please don’t tease me, Tanner.”

“Tease you?” I smile, and she frowns at my mouth. “Sunshine, when have I teased you?”

“Since the first time you kissed me you’ve been teasing me.” Her breath hitches as my thumb scrapes across her nipple through the lace of her bra, and my other hand slides into her hair so I can drag her mouth closer. “Last night, you definitely teased me.”

“Last night, I didn’t want you to hurt yourself.” I lift up to kiss the pout off her lips. “I still don’t want you to hurt yourself.”