“Nah.”
He sighs dramatically. “Fine, butI’m driving. Let me at least check in with Anne and make sure she’s okay cleaning up by herself.”
Anne, of course, waves him off, saying she’ll finish the dishes, and then Whit follows me outside. I hand him the keys and watch as he warily mounts the ATV.
“You’re turning me on big time, sitting there,” I groan, flipping my hat backward and climbing on behind him.
“Keep it together, Caleb,” he chastises as I help him start the machine and instruct him on how to drive it. He listens intently, then revs the engine, and we move forward.
Slowly.
Holy shit.
“Snails are moving faster than us,” I tease as Whit carefully maneuvers us over a small hill. Luke, Sem, and Liam are so far in the distance I can’t see them anymore. Can hear them hollering, though.
“I’m keeping you safe since you won’t do it yourself.”
“Aw,” I say and press a kiss to his neck as my hands roam his torso. “You care about me. Admit it.”
Sue me, I’m fishing for answers…for anything. Might as well do something productive because Whit’s driving the speed of a grazing cow right now.
“Of course I care,” he says, purposefully avoiding a bump and steers us onto a bit of flat land.
My hands slide under his shirt, and I sigh into him. Touching him hasn’t grown old in the least. I can barely keep my hands to myself. I never want to keep my hands to myself ever again.
“You’re distracting me,” Whit says as I play with his nipples. “It’s not safe.”
“You’re driving so slow I think if something happened, we’d be able to avoid getting hurt.”
I tug on his nipples roughly, and Whit stops the ATV abruptly. He turns to look at me, his eyes flashing. “Do you mind?” he asks, cutely annoyed.
“I can’t help myself,” I say, moving my hands to the waistband of his pants and playing with the button of his jeans.
“We could find a tree, and I could blow you so good,” I hint, and Whit huffs, starting the ATV again and turning it around, heading back to the house.
“You are not blowing me behind a tree,” he mutters.
Sadly, he doesn’t stop anywhere, much to my dismay. He just keeps plugging along. And before we even make it to the house, my cousins come racing past us, dust flying in the air as they whoop and whistle loudly at us.
“This is embarrassing,” I say, laughing softly. “We look like total losers.”
“We’re beingsafe,” Whit hisses, and I spend the rest of the slow ride home giving him a hickey.
* * *
He rubs at the fading mark on his skin as he slides into the car, and we begin the trip home. We had one more day at my aunt and uncle's house before needing to head back to campus. With the end of the semester looming, we both have projects to work on. Whit especially needs time to study. He’s so fucking brilliant. That brain of his really gets me going.
“I can’t believe you did this to me,” Whit says grumpily.
“You let me do it. Secretly, you love it,” I say as I fiddle with the radio. Soft music floats through the speakers as Whit glances at me.
“Your aunt saw it. She stared at it until your uncle told her to stop. It’s enormous.”
“It was a lot of work. Not my fault you taste so good,” I say, and Whit huffs.
I lean over and nibble on his ear. “Plus, hickeys aren’t a big deal. Pretty sure everyone heard us fucking this weekend.”
He grabs onto my hair and pulls me in for a quick, filthy kiss. Shit, now I’m going to spend the rest of the trip hard, thinking what that mouth can do to me when we get home.