I didn’t want to acknowledge it, but I had missed this. The old rush was building and I couldn’t stop the grin on my face.
Pulling onto the highway leading into Rawley, I pulled into the town’s diner. Normally it was the hangout, but since Tray was having his party it was empty. Everyone, invited or not, wanted to be at his party. Apparently, they were legendary.
So I was surprised when I saw Tray, Bryce, and Grant sitting in a booth in the corner. Before I could duck out, not sure if I wanted to stay or go home, Grant saw me and let out a whistle.
I blushed. I forgot I was wearing my old attire when I went to see Geezer; he wouldn’t have recognized me if I wore what I normally did now. I had on tight black pants and a black tank top that dipped low, highlighting the swell of my breasts.
Approaching them, fully aware of the heat in Tray’s scrutiny, I murmured, “Hey, guys.”
“We thought we’d see you at the party, but you must have had other plans,” Bryce called out, grinning wolfishly.
“Nah, just business,” I drawled, holding Tray’s gaze intently for a moment. “But that’s done so I thought I’d stop in for a Diet Coke. Thought you guys would be at the party, since—you know—Tray, you’re hosting it.”
He grinned, leaning back, relaxed and in co
ntrol. “Nah, those parties can run themselves.”
“Hmm,” I murmured, abruptly turning and heading to the counter. As I ordered my Diet Coke, I saw them leave. I heard their car squealing as they pulled out of the parking lot. Grabbing my Coke, I headed towards my car, then slowed seeing Tray leaning against my car, his arms crossed, waiting patiently for me.
Drawing closer, I stopped just in front of him. Neither of us spoke.
“You go see that guy?” he finally asked, the epitome of self-control.
“No, I went to see a friend, the guy who’s going to check out the device before I hand it to you.”
“You move fast.”
“Yeah, well…this job needs a lot of planning. I gotta start early.”
“So I was thinking, if you get the device, we’d need to have it by Thursday night.”
“I know. The last possible moment so they don’t change the codes. I’m on it.”
“You’re very…professional about this.”
“Yeah, well…I used to go to Pedlam. There’s a reason why their security is so tight. It’s going to be a challenge.”
“And that’s the only part of this that’s a challenge?” he drawled, pushing off from the car so he was right in front of me, almost touching, but not quite.
Tipping my head back, I held his eyes. “It’s the only part that gives me a rush.”
He grinned. “Somehow I don’t believe you.”
“You’re not the challenge if that’s what you’re thinking,” I said softly, grinning at him.
“But I give you a rush,” he murmured, bending so his mouth was against my neck. I closed my eyes, I couldn’t help it. I was slowly losing the capability of thinking when I felt his mouth kiss and linger on me, sliding around to the other side. My hand twisted itself in his hair, holding it like an anchor, as my other hand slid down his chest, finding its way underneath his shirt and sliding a finger on the inside of his jeans—just an inch inside. I grinned hearing his sudden intake of breath as I moved my finger slightly, rubbing it back and forth. Then his hand moved and slipped underneath my tank top, and slid upwards, inching up slowly resting just around the swell of my breast.
Remembering where we were, I ripped away from him breathing heavily.
“Shit…” he breathed, his eyes raking my face.
“Go to your party. There’s a girl there you can fuck,” I snapped, climbing inside and ripping out of the parking lot.
*
The next day passed uneventfully. Mandy came in my room Saturday evening feeling better after nursing her hangover away the entire day, and filled me in on everything that had happened at the party. Who hooked up with whom; who broke up; who fought; who barfed. It was an awesome party supposedly.
Watching me intently, she asked if I wanted to go out that night with the gang. I declined and continued folding my clothes, showing no reaction.