Misadventures of a Rookie (Misadventures #11)(45)

I held his gaze. “Next month?”

“Yeah,” he said shyly. “She says I talk about you too much and that I need to bring you to dinner with them.”

I smiled and reached out to cup his chin. “Look at you being all vulnerable and shit.”

He playfully smacked my hand away. “Just say you’ll go.”

I laughed. “No way. I’m sure I can get something out of this.”

Gus glared. “All you’ll get is a nice smack to that ass if you don’t go.”

“Maybe I want that nice smack?”

His lips curved as he leaned toward me, kissing the side of my mouth. “Please,” he said.

“Oh my,” I gushed, fanning myself. “Gus Persson begging might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He leaned into me. “See, and every time I look at you, I think you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I rolled my eyes. “Stop.”

“No,” he insisted, nipping at my nose. “You know they call me the Bus. Nothing can knock me down. I do the knocking down. But with you…fuck, Bo, you knock me clean on my ass.”

I was breathless as I held his gaze. “You’re laying it on thick.”

He shot me a dry look. “Just say yes so she’ll leave me alone.”

I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I mean, sure, we were joking around, but these were his parents. Meeting them meant something more than I wanted it to mean. I could see he really wanted me to go. That he wanted to show me off to his parents. I swallowed hard, thinking of how to lighten the intensity of what I was feeling. “Yeah, I’ll go, but I want lobster.”

He scoffed. “Anything you want.”

“And wine, lots of wine. Oh! And ice cream.”

“I love a woman who eats well.”

“Then you picked a good woman to take to dinner,” I said with an exaggerated wink. “Also, I want you to say all that stuff about being the Bus again. But I want you to say it while we’re doing it behind the building.”

He shot me a lusty look. “Done deal.”

With a grin on my face, I grabbed a fork and looked down at my salad. I realized it didn’t have tomatoes. That meant Gus remembered I didn’t like tomatoes. Breathless, I glanced over at him and beamed. “This was really sweet of you.”

He shot me a small little smile that tickled my gut. “It’s nothing. Just a guy bringing his girl some lunch between classes. All guys should do this.”

“Your girl, huh?”

He leaned over, pressing his forehead into mine. “All mine.”

That fluttering feeling filled my chest as I held his lusty gaze. His eyes were so dark and sinfully sexy. All I wanted was him to take me on the bed of this truck. But then, it was more than that. I wanted every single inch of him to touch me, and I wanted to touch him. I wanted to become one with him. I wanted to consume him.

Hell, this thing really was moving from just a good time to something more. I couldn’t stop it, and I’m pretty sure Gus couldn’t either. Not that he would even try. I was pretty sure he was happily driving the bus that was about to go straight through every wall I tried to put up.

And I think that’s what scared me the most.

For the simple fact, I didn’t want him to.

I wanted to ride passenger.

Like the damn idiot I was…





Chapter Twenty-Five





Bo





Bo: So we’re gonna be cool, right?



Gus: About what?



Bo: Don’t be difficult. Tho, I know that’s how you love to roll. Just to drive me insane.



Gus: lol I won’t disagree on that, but no really, I don’t know what you’re talking about.



Bo: Sure you don’t. I mean when I get there. Let’s play it cool. I don’t want a huge spectacle around us. You know what I mean?



Gus: I think what you’re saying is that you want me to ignore you when you get here?



Bo: You do that, then I’ll kick you.



Gus: Rude. And mixed signals. Tell me what you want, Bocephus.



He was going to drive me into an early grave, I swore it. Rolling my eyes, I leaned back in Lizzy’s truck and stared at the screen as she drove.

What did I want?

We had been inseparable the last two weeks since my allergic reaction to Unicorn Spit. When we got back to his apartment, I promptly threw that bottle in the trash. I even went and got him some regular boring stuff to replace it. He wasn’t happy about it, since it didn’t make him hungry after he whacked off… His words, not mine.

But things were good. He was finally able to play again, and while I still had my trusty boot, I was happy. I went to school. I coached. Gus sometimes still helped, and when we were not at work, we were together. This would be our first outing since deciding that we were exclusively dating. The concept of Gus and me dating was still weird to me. Being tainted as I was, I assumed he would already be done with me, moving on, but Gus continued to prove me wrong. He was very diligent and very thoughtful. He texted me first, every morning, and even when I didn’t expect it.

It was really fucking great but also had me on edge.