25. RAE
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M y heart races. My panties are growing wet, yet I plaster a big smile on my face before I wrap my arms around Bodi, taking in his clean scent.
Stupid me.
You don’t go telling the man you want to rip your clothes what you’re yearning for the most, if there is no chance of him complying with your request right away. I can feel my pulse beating like a drum in my neck, and a lustful ache growing in my core. The thought of my legs, spread wide, on top of the hood of a car, makes it a challenge to keep my brain cells doing a proper job.
“Hey, Goldilocks,” Bodi says, his voice soft. “You okay?”
“Hmm.” I nod.
He smiles, looking at me through his friendly eyes.
“Why are you blushing?” His hands are on my shoulders, and my mind can’t catch up quick enough to come up with a logical response.
“Hands off, McKay,” Jensen growls behind me, then his arms slide around my waist as his chest connects with my back.
The difference between both men is huge. They are like day and night. Yin and yang. Jensen is rough, blunt, and intimidating, with his no nonsense stance and his big mouth. Bodi is composed, kind. The nerd in high school, who turned out to be a hot scientist. Or publisher, in his case. But I do get it now. I do understand why Bodi told me they are more alike than meets the eye.
Both of their hearts are pure.
Jensen acts like a careless hockey player most of the time, but I see it. The kindness that’s tucked deep into his body. I can see it in his eyes every time he looks at me, mixed with the craving he can’t seem to lose.
Nor can I.
Bodi moves his head back and forth between the two of us, then rests his gaze on me, a grin splitting his face.
“I guess the fucker won you over, huh?”
I lean my weight against Jensen, settling into the warmth that radiates from his hard chest.
“Won me over is a bit exaggerated. But he’s not as bad as he seems,” I joke, faking indifference.
“Shut up, little witch.” Jensen softly bites my ear, and I pull back, a chuckle rolling off my lips.
“Right,” Bodi drawls, clearly not buying my lame attempt of a brush off now that he’s seeing Jensen’s lips on my body. “Come on, let's have drinks.”
We follow Bodi inside, settling for three seats at the bar while Jensen never lets go of my body. Bodi orders three Old Fashions, then excuses himself. “I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
I watch him walk away from us, until he’s completely out of sight, then quickly turn back around to Jensen with a scowl on my face.
“What are you doing?” I hiss, slapping his thigh.
“What?” he yelps, his hand still running over my thigh.
“You’re all over me.”
“You say it like it’s a bad thing?”
“What about Bodi?”
“What can I say, baby? I’m hooked, and I get really shitty when I don’t get my next fix.” His lips land on my neck, and I giggle, pushing him off.
“Stop, Jensen!”
“Baby, he’s not stupid. Besides, he's my best friend. He wants me to be happy. And you make me really happy.” He pulls my stool closer to him, placing me between his legs. His hands roam over my body, shamelessly stroking the skin underneath my shirt. I let out a tortuous moan, his palm glowing on my skin.
“I can’t get it out of my head now,” he drawls. His lips scrape my cheek, my flesh prickling at his touch, and I automatically close my eyes.
“What’s that?” I crack, my mouth turning dry.
“How I want to spread you out over the hood of my car. Running my tongue between your folds, treating you like a cake tasting.”
My eyes shoot open, the mental image clear again, and I turn my head to grab his chin. Our eyes lock, filled with arousal.
“Fuck,” I breathe, horny as fuck.
“I know.” He grins with an evil look.
He moves his mouth over mine, devouring its softness, his kiss slow and thoughtful. Our tongues dance together, sending shivers of desire through my body. His moan vibrates to the back of my throat, making my heart race like a drumroll. The kisses of this man are scorching, making me addicted to his taste and his touch.
Every move seems pre-thought, slowly building me up to that point where I’m like jelly in his hands, ready to drop my panties in the middle of the bar. Feeling a man’s hands on my body has never felt as good as Jensen's rough palms on my skin.
“Hey, guys.” We quickly break loose when Bodi’s voice reaches our ears, and my cheeks immediately turn a bright red as I try to wipe my mouth subtly with the back of my hand.
Ignoring my embarrassment, he takes his seat next to me with a pompous look on his face.
“What did I miss?” he asks, casually moving a hand through his hair.
“Jensen told his mother no ,” I blurt, a lousy attempt to change the subject, which will have zero effect, I’m sure.
Jensen frowns at me, and I shrug my shoulders. It was the first thing that popped into my head that could deflect the fact that we were sucking face in the middle of a bar.
Bodi turns his head toward Jensen, beaming with pride, though I can see a hint of suspicion.
“Did you?”
“Technically, I hung up when she started ranting. I haven’t answered her calls since.”
“No way.”
“Fuck it.” Jensen shrugs, repeating the words he told me after he hung up the phone with his mother two nights ago. An amused smile forms on Bodi’s lips, glancing at me as if he knows I’m part of Jensen’s motivation.
“Fuck it?” Bodi echoes.
Yeah, I guess fuck it is the catch phrase for this whole roadtrip from now on.