Chapter 6 #2
I stared at him. Was that how he sounded in bed?
My dick perked. I wouldn’t find out tonight.
Nope, if he wanted me that badly, we’d have a second or maybe even third date.
Fuck, I was in over my head. He was a player.
It’d never get that far. He’d tire of me, eventually.
“How many guys have you dated?” Note, I didn’t ask him how many he’d been with.
I bit into my burger, the meat juices and soft bun filling my mouth.
“I don’t know, more than chicks. I think I like to hook up with chicks and date guys.” He swept his gaze to mine and lifted the edge of his lips while he chewed. “But I enjoy hooking up with guys too.”
And here was the big question. “Have you ever been in love?” My stomach clenched. Did I really want to know?
He raised his brows and wiped his mouth with his napkin.
“Once. I think.” He sucked his upper lip.
“There was a guy I met at a football camp one summer, a running back, and we hit it off. We were inseparable off the field and shared a room, which helped a lot.” He smirked.
“But he was from New York State, and when we had to go home…” His mouth grew slack.
“It hurt. A lot. Tears were shed by both of us.” He set his burger on his plate.
“Yeah, I loved him. We tried to stay in touch, but our paths never crossed again. We were both too busy chasing football scholarships.”
I watched him and the glistening in his eyes. “It still hurts, huh?” So, he was capable of love.
“Yeah, guess so.” He tensed the edge of his mouth and squirted ketchup onto his plate. “He’s playing for Purdue now. We’re friends on Instagram, but he has a girlfriend and…I’m over it.” He gave me a thin-lipped grin. “Who knows, maybe you’re the guy who’ll heal my broken heart?” He chuckled.
Did he mean that? No, it was too soon to speak that way. “Right.” I ate some fries.
“I’ll go out on a limb here and guess you were in love with Lori, huh? Anyone else?” He ate more of his burger and washed it down with beer.
“I’ve had a few infatuations, but they never lasted long enough for love.
” I thought over the people I’d dated. They’d all had similar backgrounds to mine, so it was like we’d understood each other.
Casey was very different. “What type of person do you typically date?” I stuffed more fries into my mouth.
“I’ve dated all types, but you…” He bumped his shoulder against mine. “You’re unlike anyone I’ve dated.”
“Why, because I never went to college?” And I was poor, but not for long if I could make the shop successful. I drank some beer.
“No, because you’re mysterious. You’re standoffish and broody and—” He shrugged. “—Sexy as hell in a way I’ve never experienced before.” He leaned in close, his lips almost brushing mine. “I want to savor you. Devour you? Yeah, but I want to savor you first.”
I blinked. Was this real? Could I trust his words? No one had ever spoken to me this way. “Uh, okay.” What do you say to something like that?
He straightened. “Sorry, but I can’t help myself.” He ate the last of his burger as if what he’d said was perfectly normal for a first date.
But hadn’t we known each other for over a week already?
Still, this was a first date. “Yeah, well, I’ve met no one like you before either.
” I drank more beer and then ate the rest of my burger.
We were almost done. “Tell me about your football career.” There, I’d change the subject to something more normal.
Casey had told me all about his football prowess from Pop Warner through high school and into his ASU football scholarship.
Along the way, he’d had the luxury of special coaching, premier football camps and a father who’d played for Stanford before becoming a lawyer.
No wonder he was ASU’s star quarterback.
After dinner, we drove about ten minutes to the Pavilions, a large, rounded plaza with box stores and a movie theater tucked into it.
The parking lot held rows of cars, from old classics to newer luxury cars, and most had been modified for performance.
Palm trees rose between parking spaces, and the tall lights glowed against a clear sky.
Casey parked on the outskirts of the car show and cut the engine. Snatching my hand, he tugged me toward him. “One kiss. I want one kiss before we go out there.” He focused on my mouth, his eyes growing dark.
Heat filled my belly. Should I? No, he could wait. I smirked. “Nope, let’s go see the cars.” I tore my hand free and climbed out of the car. For whatever reason, I enjoyed making him wait. It was a turn-on.
He rounded the car to meet me and grabbed my hand. “You’re a real fucker sometimes, you know that?” Pulling me closer to him, he nuzzled my ear. “God, the things I want to do to you.”
My dick twitched in my shorts, and a shiver ran down my side. I could yield and go to his place, but no. That’d be too easy. “What sort of things?” I could fuck with him a little. I squeezed his hand and faced him, our mouths almost touching.
With his breath whispering across my cheek, he said, “I give amazing head, for one.” His gaze dipped and came back, his tongue wetting his lips. “I’d suck you to the back of my throat—”
“Jesus, okay.” My swollen dick ached against my zipper, and I swallowed hard, fighting to regain composure. With my voice cracking, I said, “Let’s uh, go.” I pulled him down the row of cars and to some older Corvettes with their hoods open, the engines gleaming under the lights.
He stayed by my side, his presence so close, his body heat tingling my skin. As we stopped at a car, I bent to peer into the engine, placing my hands on the front of the engine compartment. They’d replaced a lot of plastic parts with carbon fiber.
Casey stepped in behind me, his arms spreading around mine as he rested his hands on the engine compartment, his half-hard dick pressed into my ass. “What’s so special about this one?” His breath tickled behind my ear.
Jesus, must he be so close? I shifted my weight, my ass rubbing his cock, and it pulsed against me. Shutting my eyes for a beat, I struggled to control my breath. “Mods, lots of mods.”
“Hey, dude. Like what you see?” A man stepped around the side of the car.
Casey left my backside and stuffed his hands in his pockets.
“Yeah, looks like you’ve done some things to increase horsepower and reliability?” I straightened and rubbed my hands together. Hopefully, they hadn’t overdone it. But if they had, they might need a competent mechanic.
“Yep, sure did. We got an extra forty horsepower out of the engine.” A smirk spread across the owner’s lips.
“Did you do the work yourself?” I peered at him. I’d like to plug the shop, but I didn’t want to sound like a salesperson.
“I did well, most of it anyway.” The owner crossed his arms over his chest.
“You know, if you need a talented mechanic, this guy right here is outstanding.” Casey placed his hand on my shoulder. “He’s certified by BMW and everything.”
Oh fuck. This was a Chevy, not a BMW. With a huff, I pinched the bridge of my nose and refocused on the guy. “Yeah, I own a shop in Mesa.”
“You do? What’s the name? Maybe I’ll check it out.” The owner offered me a warm grin.
“Hart Auto Repair. I know you probably do your own oil changes, but if you don’t have the time, we have the best prices around.” Now I sounded like a sales guy. Damn it. I returned his grin.
“I’ll keep that in mind and tell my buddies. I hate dealing with the old oil. It’s such a pain.” He chuckled. “I think I have about four filled oil pans in my garage right now.”
“I hear ya. Before I had the shop, I was the same way.” I glanced at Casey, who was biting his thumbnail and watching us. “Well, hope to see you in the shop. Have a good evening and, nice car.” As the man walked away, I slapped Casey’s ass.
A grin flashed across his mouth, and he rested his palm on the small of my back. “You didn’t find that guy attractive, did you?” He bit his lower lip.
“What?” Was he jealous? I grabbed his hand and stopped him. I didn’t want him to think I was interested in anyone but him. It wasn’t cool. I was here with him.
He faced me, worrying his lower lip.
“No, the only one I find attractive around here is you.” I gazed deeply into his stunning eyes, the lights highlighting his thick lashes. “When I’m with someone, I’m with them.”
“Good. I’m out of my element here, so maybe I’m a little insecure.” He curled the corner of his mouth. “And you won’t let me kiss you.”
“And I still won’t.” I bopped the tip of his nose. “Guilt won’t work on me.” I knew what he was up to, the sneaky bastard.
“Then tell me what works for you.” He lifted a brow.
“You’ll have to keep trying until you figure it out.” Yeah, I liked the attention he gave me and, hell, this little game of ours was fun. “Let’s look at more cars.” Grabbing his hand, I led him to a row of BMWs. “Here, maybe these will be more interesting for you.”
We’d walked the show with enough absent touches that my dick was on a hair trigger.
We’d also worked up an appetite in the heat, and now it was time for the gelato I’d promised to buy Casey.
Strolling through the plaza hand in hand with him, past other restaurants and clothing shops, we stopped and walked into the cool air of the ice cream store.
“What flavor do you like?” I perused the glass display, with the colorful gelatos all arranged in trays.
“Mint with chocolate chips.” Bending, he pressed his fingers to his lips. “How about you?”
“I prefer the coffee flavor and chocolate chips.” I eyed the young man behind the counter. What time did the place close? We shouldn’t make him wait. We were the only ones in here and probably his last customers. “Let’s order.”