A moan rumbles in her chest a beat before someone starts hammering on the windows.
“Oh fuck,” Jodie gasps, and before I know what’s happening, she’s ducked beneath the counter, leaving me still standing there with my semi still proudly on display.
“Toby,” she hisses. “Someone was watching.”
Shrugging, I tuck myself away before moving around to get a better look.
If it’s some dirty old man standing there with his own cock out, then he might very well regret it in about ten seconds’ time.
But as it is, a laugh rips from my throat when I recognise the face smooshed against the glass.
“You can come out,” I say to Jodie. “I think our spectator has seen it all before.”
Walking over to the door, I flip the locks open and let her in.
“That was fucking hot,” Brianna announces, rushing inside. “Seriously, I thought this place was about to go up in flames.”
“Bri, what the hell?” Jodie snaps, finally popping up from behind the counter, her cheeks glowing red even in the dim light. “I thought you were meeting me at mine.”
“Yeah, well. I thought I’d surprise you. It seems I was the one who got a shock.” She fans herself. “Where’s your friend?” she asks, turning to me. “I could sure make use of him right about now.”
“I left him at home, playing with himself,” I quip.
She gets this faraway look in her eyes, and her teeth sink into her bottom lip as if she’s imagining him at home doing just that.
Jesus.
“You going out tonight, Tobias?” she asks once she’s got over herself and Jodie has emerged from the counter, looking almost put back together.
“You ruined my shirt,” she says, holding open flaps where the buttons are missing.
“Whoops. I’ll buy you a new one.”
She waves me off.
“And, I don’t know. I’m sure Nico could be convinced, though,” I say to Brianna.
“We’re probably going to hit The Spot again, if you fancy it,” she offers, my eyes finding Jodie to see what she thinks about the suggestion. “What do you say, Jojo? Want a do-over of last weekend?”
Jodie’s lips part, her eyes darkening as she remembers.
“Uh…”
“We’ll take that as a yes. She’ll message you when we’re there. But it might take a while. Looking this good takes effort,” she says, pointing to herself.
“I’m sure it does,” I mutter, beginning to understand why she and Nico got on so well.
Turning my back on her, I step up to Jodie and wrap my hand around the back of her neck.
“You want us to come meet you tonight? Or have you already had enough of me?”
“I guess that depends,” she breathes, tilting her head to the side.
“On?” I ask, more than curious about where she’s going with this.
“Will you reappear as the Toby who kisses me sweetly in his car and lets me walk away frustrated, or tonight’s Toby, where you take me no matter what?”
My grip on her tightens as I dip down to kiss her.