“Oh,” I say, shocked that he’s even asking me. “Yeah, of course. I have to go pick up a shit ton of paint and lamps and stuff, so I can do the first run of that while you’re out.”
“I can cancel.”
I smile as I roll my eyes. “Why would you?”
“Well…” Rey’s eyes drop to the neck of my shirt and slowly climb back to my eyes. “I could think of a few reasons that would be very, very tempting.”
Heat curls low in my stomach. He’s right. Those things are very tempting. Last night was…un-fucking-believable. And I’m almost sad that it’s so good. Because at the end of this trip I have to go back to Austin and my life, and all I’ll be left with is my vibrator. As much as I enjoy that little piece of equipment, it’s nothing in comparison to a real, human cock.
Specifically, Rey’s cock. Because he manages to fill me up and draw pleasure out from nerves that I swear I’ve never felt before.
“You seem to forget that those things will still be an option when you get back,” I say quietly, even though the rest of the crew is two houses away and can’t hear us.
“I haven’t forgotten at all.”
“Well then,” I say, clearing my throat, “you have to tell me something.”
“What?”
I pin him with a stare. “Last night you gave me exactly what I wanted. But what do you want? You never shared your dirty thoughts with me that first night.”
“Fuck,” he says under his breath. “There are so many things.”
“Hmm…start with two.”
He leans closer until his lips are brushing my ear and his breath is giving me goosebumps. “First, I want to come all over your tits again, and then use that to fuck them until I come in your mouth.”
Arousal sweeps through me, hot and fast. The picture that paints in my mind is enough to leave me shaking. These aren’t things that I’ve done before, but I don’t care. Hell, I don’t know if I’ve ever even thought of doing stuff like this with anyone else. I swallow. “Okay, that’s number one, what’s number two?”
He smiles at this one. “I want to take you out into the desert. Far enough that we can’t see the lights. So it’s just us and the stars. And I want to fuck you until you scream my name so loudly that they hear you all over Texas.”
“If you have a place where you can guarantee I won’t get bit by anything, then I’m game.”
“I know of a few places,” he says, brushing his lips along my jaw. “And if none of those work, I’ll go looking until I find a place that’s perfect.”
“Dedication,” I murmur. “I like that.”
“I’m nothing if not dedicated, Klara.”
He pulls back when he says those words, and the way he says them feels too big and too serious and makes my heart stutter and my stomach drop. I have to look away.
“Good,” I say, clearing my throat.
At the house being worked on, I see the crew stand and head back inside, clearly done with their break. Rey sees it too. “Guess I’ll get back to it.” He stands. “And I’ll see you tonight. I’m going to head out right when we finish.”
“Sounds good.”
I blush at the way he looks at me now. Anyone could read the heat in his eyes and the promise that lies there. And I want it. All of it.
Rey turns and heads toward the house, and I’m left spinning under the Texas sun. What the hell is happening to me?
10
Reynard
The greasy air in the Devil’s Ranch bar is a feeling that’s at once comforting, nostalgic, and repulsive. It’s the kind of place that you hate to love and love to hate. And lord knows that I’ve been here enough. For the last few years, I’ve been coming here at least once a week with my friend Manuel, and various hang outs, dates, and parties.
Today it’s just the two of us, though.
We’re busy enough that this works the best for keeping up with our friendship. And tonight, I feel like I need advice. Cause the things that I’m feeling and what’s going through my head are big, and I’m honestly not sure what to make of them.
He’s already at the end of the bar in our usual spot, nursing a beer. I’m still sweaty from the day of work on the house because I didn’t dare go back to my house with her. If I had, we’d be in bed together and I would have missed this meeting entirely.
Manuel nods to me as I sit down, and I motion to John to get me my usual. That’s the nice thing about having a normal haunt in a relatively small town. People know you and what you like.
“Hey,” he says.