“You look good,” he said. “I knew you’d go all-out for me.”
“I didn’t go all-out,” I said. “I just didn’t know what we were doing, so I’m prepared.”
“Well, it’s perfect.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“To Ashertown’s most exclusive club.”
“Ashertown has a club?”
“It does,” he said, smiling. “It’s the only one in town.”
“Sounds very exclusive.”
“Oh, it is,” he said, laughing. “I assure you, only the best of the best in this town go there.”
“Okay then. You have me for the night.”
“I’m sure that I do.”
I blushed at the implication underneath that statement. He finished off his drink and stood, offering me his arm. I took it, surprised that he could be such a gentleman.
“I can’t wait to see what you look like sweating and dancing against me,” he said softly as he led me outside.
So much for being a gentleman. “We’ll see about that.”
“Why else go out with an ex-boyfriend looking like that?”
“Because you offered and I don’t know anybody else in town.”
“That’s not a bad reason. But I suspect there’s a lot more to it.”
“You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?”
“I guess so.” He smirked at me and we stopped in front of a black car. “Here we are.”
“Not the old convertible?”
“I upgraded a little bit.”
“Darn. I really hoped you still had that thing.”
“Who says I don’t?” He opened the passenger side door for me and I got in. He walked around to the other side, got behind the wheel, and fired up the engine.
“You’re kidding me.”
“I’m not kidding.” He pulled into traffic, driving fast. “It’s sitting in my garage gathering dust.”
“Does it still run?”
He shrugged. “Probably not. I could fix it if I wanted to, but it’s not worth the trouble.”
“Not worth the trouble?” I was shocked. “You loved that car. I loved that car!”
“It’s a good car,” he agreed. “Had some good times in it.”
“When did you stop driving it?”
He didn’t answer right away. “Not long after you left.”
That surprised me. I assumed he drove it for years after I was gone. Why would he retire a car like that when he was so young?
“Oh, well, I’m back now. Maybe it’s time to fix it.”
He laughed. “Maybe. Do you think you’re worth the trouble?”
“It’s not about me, Gage. It’s about the car.”
He gave me a knowing smile. “Of course it is. I think you just want me to fuck you rough in the back seat again, make you come like I used to.”
“That’s not it.”
“Sure it is. You want to suck my cock as we drive with the top down. You want everyone to see you with your lips wrapped around me, choking on my thick shaft.”
“That’s not it at all. It’s just a cool car.”
“Of course.”
I bit my lip and looked out the window. I was intensely aware of my heart beating fast and the wetness gathering between my legs. I had to look away from him or else risk diving across the car and kissing him hard while he drove, which was crazy. I wasn’t going out with him for that reason. I just needed a friend.
At least I had to keep telling myself that. Friends didn’t usually talk about you sucking their cock, and I wasn’t supposed to like that sort of thing coming from someone that’s just my friend.
Gage could get away with it. Gage could get away with anything.
We pulled up out front of a large industrial-looking building. I didn’t remember it from my time in Ashertown, but we weren’t in the best part of town. I didn’t spend a lot of time looking for clubs back when I was just sixteen.
“Here we go,” he said. He pulled the car up out front and a valet kid stepped forward. I climbed out while Gage gave the kid his keys and slipped him some money. “Careful,” he told the kid, and then we walked toward the front door together.
I was shocked to see a line out front. This was Ashertown, not New York, and yet it looked like every young person within a fifty-mile radius was lined up there, and it wasn’t even a weekend.
Gage skipped the line. We walked together right up to the bouncer, who perked up as Gage approached.
“’Sup, Tommy,” Gage said to him.
“Hey man.” He unhooked the rope. “How’s it going?”
“Same as always.” The two men shook hands. I noticed Gage slipped the bouncer another bill, though I couldn’t see how much it was.