Lovers Like Us (Like Us #2)(34)

I believe it, but I also want to contest it. Just to prolong this damn moment. “Says who?”

“Your cock.”

My muscles contract. We both stare at each other’s mouths. I want to kiss the fuck out of him. Until his body welds against my body and separating would take a century.

I grab his hand that rests on his knee, and he must sense my next action because he takes control and places his palm on my thigh, jean fabric between his skin and my skin.

He slides his hand towards the inside, closer to my pulsing cock—he’s teasing but not able to do anything real while behind the wheel.

We’re both used to no touching while driving in Philly, but on this tinted bus, it’s safer. So Farrow touching me—in any capacity—I’ll hungrily take.

He gives me another long once-over before watching the highway. “What kind of guys do you usually go for?” he asks.

“I was only looking for sex, a one-night stand,” I remind him. “But I gravitated towards men the same size as me or bigger. Pretty much any guy who looked like they’d want to manhandle me.”

Farrow chews his gum slowly in thought. “But you wouldn’t let them take control in bed.” He knows how aggressive I am.

“Right.”

He sucks in a breath. “Damn.”

I hear something more in his voice. “What?”

“That’s a fine line, especially since you’re famous.” His eyes flit to me. “They could’ve easily hurt you.”

“They didn’t,” I assure him.

He nods, and his hand slides towards my knee. He rubs my leg, almost comfortingly. In a way that relaxes me against my seat. He cares about me.

I could get way too used to this.

We start talking about nineties bands when he raises the stereo volume. Not loud enough to wake everyone else. Halfway through, he off-handily mentions Thatcher being a stick-in-the-mud asshole.

“What’s your deal with Thatcher anyway?” I ask and swig from a bottle of Ziff.

“The fucker tased me.”

I choke on my sports drink. “What?” I wipe my mouth with the back of my arm. “You’re joking.”

“I’m not,” he says. “We worked an event together a couple years ago in New York—”

“What event?” It had to be related to my family.

“You weren’t there,” he prefaces. “It was a cover photo-shoot for Forbes magazine, and paparazzi leaked our location.”

I remember my parents, Aunt Rose and Uncle Connor, and Aunt Daisy and Uncle Ryke were all on that cover together. “Why was Thatcher there if he was assigned to Xander?”

“We took extra security that day.” Farrow looks to me, then the road. “Once we exited the building, all hell broke loose. Paparazzi stormed Lily’s car before I led her to the door. Hecklers appeared, and one tried to grab your Aunt Rose’s purse.” He shakes his head. “By that time, I’d already safely locked Lily in her car without me. I could see this dickhole behind me, messing with Rose. I turned, cold-cocked him, and as soon as I put a hand on Rose’s back—I was tased.”

“Why would he do that?”

“Thatcher said he ‘mistook’ me for the shithead I punched. But it just so happens that the only mistake he’s ever made sent electric volts through my body. Sure.” He rolls his eyes. “We’re not supposed to take out our weapons in crowded areas. It causes fear, panic—and we’re hired to deescalate these situations. Thatcher knew that. Yet, the rule-abider did it.”

My mouth parts in shock. “Fuck…I can’t believe he tased you.”

Farrow lets out a short laugh. “My first day on the job, he made me do a 19K in the Poconos Mountains. Alone. In the dark. The first day for Donnelly, a pancake breakfast. I can’t fabricate this shit.” He flips on his blinker and switches lanes. Letting a speeding car pass.

Since Thatcher is a lead, he has power over Farrow. Just picturing him using his position against my boyfriend—my jaw sharpens. “And now, I want to go kick his ass.”

His lips quirk. “That’s sweet that you think I need protecting.”

“Maybe you do.”

Farrow changes radio stations, his smile extraordinarily large.

Before he says, you’re the famous one or you can’t be the knight in every situation, I ask him, “Why did Thatcher single you out?”

“Before I was hired to your mom’s detail, Thatcher’s twin brother was supposed to fill the position. But Lily found out that I finished security training, and she requested me.”

Realization washes over me.

Farrow Keene used to just be the son of our concierge doctor, and my parents had always really liked him. So I could definitely see my mom requesting Farrow as her 24/7 bodyguard.

Farrow watches my reaction for a second, his tattooed hand back on my thigh.

I place my palm on top of his hand and twist one of his silver rings. “I didn’t know any of that.”

“You wouldn’t. That kind of information stays in security.” He pauses. “Do me a favor? Grab the USB from the—”

I already lean forward and open the glove box. In a quick second, I connect his phone to the stereo and put on his nineties playlist.

He nods a couple times, a smile in his eyes. And I wonder if he’s thinking, Maximoff knows me. Really well.