#Rev (GearShark #2)(40)

The sharp grip of his fingertips pushed into my lower back, and I let him cling. It reminded me of all the times I tied a knot in the straw paper he always blew across the table at me.

Sometimes in life you had to tie a knot and hold on. I would be his knot.

Of all the obstacles Drew and I faced as men who’d fallen in love, the biggest hurdle for Drew was his father. I didn’t know what it was like to want to please someone so badly, because my dad had never been around.

It seemed like a lot of pressure to not only be who you were, but who everyone else wanted you to be.

Oh.

Maybe I did understand that better than I realized.

Drew shifted, but he didn’t pull away. His head turned to the side and his cheek rested against my shoulder. It wasn’t often I got to hold him. It wasn’t often he seemed to need this kind of reassurance.

Even though it was for reasons that were difficult, I relished in it. A light, almost giddy feeling somersaulted around inside me. It was still new between us, or maybe the chemistry was just so raw it would always be this way. A million butterflies knocked around inside my stomach, bouncing off the walls and making everything feel like an earthquake.

“You smell like leather,” I murmured, tucking in just a little closer. I had to get my feels in while I could get ‘em.

“You smell like home.”

Aanndd holding him wasn’t enough anymore.

I wrenched away, his fingers dragged over my sides as I yanked and practically tossed his ass on the edge of the open engine. The hood was propped up just enough to allow his head room, and I lunged forward between his open knees to attack.

My fist twisted in the front of his T-shirt, bunching the fabric the way he bunched up my heart. My chest rumbled like a souped-up engine as my lips latched onto his.

He tasted like salt and French fries, his lips full and warm.

I licked deep, so deep his body swayed backward, but he wasn’t about to get away. I slammed my hand down on top of the engine to brace my weight while both his hands clamped around my shoulders.

If he were a snow drift, I’d be the plow. I wasn’t gentle, but really, I didn’t have to be. I kissed him like I always wanted to but never actually did.

I lost count of time, of the sound of the rain. Everything around me distorted down until the only thing in focus was the burning need to satiate the way he made me feel.

But kissing Drew was like drinking water from the sea. The more I drank, the thirstier I became.

So I kissed him endlessly; I devoured his mouth with relentless appetite.

There was no way a woman could withstand the potency of passion between us. We were like two forces of nature crashing together at unmatched speed. But Drew could. Speed was practically his specialty, and his strength matched my own.

I released the grip on his shirt, palmed his hip, and pulled him right up against me. Our centers met. His dick was stiff beneath his sweats, and the friction of it rubbing against my jeans made me shudder.

I wrenched my mouth away and pressed my lips together. My balls were drawn so tight up against my body I wanted to shove my hand down the front of my pants and massage them.

So careful. I’d always been painstakingly careful with Drew. Until now.

“I think I might be high,” Drew said, breathless, his body swaying a little.

I hid a smile. I was feeling a little high myself. “Too much?” I asked.

“More.” He scoffed. “I want more.”

I rubbed my thumb across his lower lip. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Just as I was about to suggest we take this inside, a sound snapped me back to reality, and reality brought an unwelcome guest.

“Well, well, what do we have here?”

My head whipped up as Lorhaven stepped into view.





Drew

Panic hit me first.

It wasn’t my finest moment and I wasn’t proud. But I didn’t have control over my immediate reaction to a surprise.

It was so incredibly easy to feel secure with Trent. I didn’t even have to try.

So when Lorhaven stepped into view and no doubt saw how Trent and I were wrapped up in one another, I felt like a volcano I didn’t even know was active erupted inside me.

The panic was hot. It burned beneath my flesh; like lava, it wanted to cling to everything it touched, and I knew if I let it, then it would cool into cement and I’d never fully shake it free.

Fuck that.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Trent said. There wasn’t a trace of panic in his voice, only anger and annoyance.

He didn’t even indicate he wondered what Lorhaven saw. But I knew he was thinking about it, trying to read me without looking back. His body turned in the direction of our visitor, effectively blocking me from sight.

As much as I wanted to declare I didn’t need even just a second to recover, I did. I was grateful for a moment’s reprieve.

“After today, I thought I had an invite to drop by anytime I wanted. Maybe I should have called first?” Lorhaven quipped.

I straightened from the car. T was so close our bodies brushed together.

“After today?” Trent echoed.

I stepped around him, up to his side.

Lorhaven barely glanced at me before giving Trent all his attention once more. “What the f*ck happened to your face?”

Trent crossed his arms over his chest. The acknowledgement of his battered appearance made me wonder about his ribs. I hadn’t even asked about them yet.