Chapter 12 Goodbye #2
I’m about to. I really am. Trust me, if I knew this man, I’d remember.
But then I look into his eyes and something… some spark… some recognition… something has me taking a deep breath. I’m suddenly so light-headed, I feel like I’m about to keel over. I lean on him instead, and he smirks.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, and then he kisses me again and I become even more light-headed.
When our kisses turned to touches turned to our clothes shifting so that we could be together again, Johnny Gray fucked me like he was saying goodbye.
That’s all I could think about. He insisted on keeping me under him, bracing himself up on his elbows as I laid there, willing and wanting and trying not to think about what being fucked into the ground was doing to the back of my white sweater.
There was less urgency this time, but a sort of acceptance that—despite what he said to me—there would be no tomorrow for Johnny Gray and me.
I didn’t come this time. At least, not before he slowly rocked into me, his orgasm creeping up on him, taking him by surprise as he filled me up again.
He noticed, and I don’t know what was more charming: his muttered apology or how insistent he was that we couldn’t end the night without me screaming his name.
And I did. With his face between my thighs, my fingers doing lasting damage to his perfectly styled hair, I gasped as Johnny ate his own creampie out of my pussy.
He licked and he sucked, his fingers taking the place of his dick as he fucked me.
The heat of his mouth nearly scalded my sensitive clit.
His cleanly-shaved cheek rubbed against my inner thigh.
He waggled his tongue as his fingers worked, and just like I did hours ago, I came on his face while shouting his name to the stars in the sky.
When he was done, he licked his lips, then gave me a kiss that was as erotic as it was claiming. I tasted both of us, fisting his t-shirt, desperate to keep him close all while knowing that there was no fucking way I could keep him.
Johnny broke the kiss first. And I know without even knowing how that it’s time to go.
Wordlessly, we get up, adjusting our clothes. Johnny tucks himself into his jeans, doing up the button, the zipper, the belt. His leather jacket got tossed away from him at one point. He picks it up, offers it to me.
I shake my head.
It’s October 31st. Late. Dark. I should be chilly. I’m not. Sex with Johnny left me so overheated, I’m surprised I didn’t shuck my sweater for a little relief.
I straighten it out now. My skirt, too. I think about asking about my panties, then let it go.
He can have them.
Me? I have the memories from today to hold onto.
Once we’re as decent as we can be, he holds out the passenger-side food for me. I climb in. Johnny eases the door shut. Next thing I know, he’s getting into the Mustang with me, turning the engine, and navigating his way out of the trees.
He starts the drive back to downtown Shadowvale.
“Oh. You need to know my address.” I rattle it off. “It’s one of the apartment buildings off Poe Avenue.”
Johnny’s lips twitch, his eyes sliding my way. It’s an amused expression, almost like he thinks it’s funny that I think he doesn’t know where I live.
But he doesn’t.
He can’t.
Right?
The rest of the ride is quiet. I don’t know what to say, and without Johnny talking, it feels awkward to be the one to strike up a conversation. So will sit there, his right hand snaking out to take my left one, while he keeps his left on the wheel.
All too soon, he’s coasting under the street lamp outside of my building.
This is a no parking zone. For any residents with cars, there are parking lots behind the building, but this side of the street is for emergency vehicles only.
I don’t care.
Playing with my hair, feeling like I’m sixteen again all of a sudden, I give Johnny a shy smile. “You want to come upstairs? I can make us coffee or something.”
For a moment, Johnny’s face lights up. It’s like Christmas instead of Halloween, and all because I invited him into my apartment.
But then it fades, and a lump lodges in my throat.
“I can’t,” he says finally, voice rough with something I don’t quite understand. “I wish I could. But I’m out of time.”
I blink. Out of time? It’s not even midnight yet. “What do you mean?”
Johnny reaches across the seat, brushing a thumb over my bottom lip like he’s trying to memorize the shape of it. “Tomorrow’s already breathing down our necks, sweetheart. Don’t you feel it?”
I hate how final that sounds.
One-night stand, Schmone-night stand. There’s a connection between us. He has to feel that otherwise it’s a real fucked-up thing he did, telling me he loved me.
I don’t want this night to ended, but if it has to…
“Can I see you tomorrow?” I ask. “I’m off of work.”
His crooked smile is slow and devastating. “Depends. Will you still love me then?”
There he goes again.
You know what? It’s Halloween, the night is full of magic and lust, wonder and the promise of anything happening.
Will I still love him tomorrow?
“Of course.”
Johnny doesn’t answer me. At least, not with words. He leans over the seat, giving me one last kiss.
“Goodnight, sweetheart. Sweet dreams.”
I’ll be dreaming of Johnny Gray tonight. “You, too.”
The heated look in his eyes tells me that he’ll be dreaming of me.
I reach for the door handle. As if that gave him a signal to go, he pops open his door while telling me to stay put.
I wait as Johnny walks around the front of the Mustang. Once he’s standing in front of my door, he opens it for me.
I smile. “Aren’t you the gentleman?”
“Only for you, Cassidy.”
Maybe so because he offers me his arm. I take it. Together, we walk up the steps that lead to the building’s entrance. To my surprise, when I shove open the door, Earl is walking out.
The super nods at me, does a double-take when he sees Johnny, then hurries down the street, long legs eating up the asphalt.
Huh. I guess it makes sense. He sleeps all day, why not be up all night? Who knows? Maybe good ol’ Earl is a vampire, and Johnny Gray is a male version of Cinderella whose Mustang will turn into a pumpkin if he doesn’t get him before midnight.
Johnny hesitates in the doorway. I see his gaze flick to the clock behind Earl’s station. It’s five minutes to midnight. If he really has somewhere to be, he should be leaving.
He blows me a kiss, and then he’s gone.
I run.
Dashing up the stairs, my crumpled poodle skirt swishing with every step, I make it to my floor in record time.
I remembered to grab my purse from Johnny’s car.
Three seconds to fish out my keys, five more to unlock the door, and then I’m flying to my bedroom, plastering my nose against the window glass.
And there he is.
Johnny Gray, arms crossed over his chest, legs crossed at the ankle, leaning up against the side of the turquoise Mustang. He’s still parked beneath the street lamp, staring up, as though he knows exactly which window in this building is mine.
He must because he blows me another kiss, then touches his finger to his forehead.
I fog up the window with my breath. Wiping it with my sleeve, I clear it just in time to watch as Johnny climbs into the Mustang. The engine revs, and he slips off into the night leaving me to ask myself if that… all of that… really did happen.