Thief (A Bad Boy Romance)(56)
And I’m getting the same blush of heat through certain places in my body that I did the first time he slowly pulled my clothes off of me - the first time I took off his.
“We don’t have to, not until you’re-”
“I am ready.”
I kiss him, holding his face.
“I want this,” I say heatedly, feeling my heart racing in my chest. “I want you.”
“You’re all I ever want,” he says softly, kissing me.
I know I’m not his first, but if I ever thought that would bother me, it doesn’t. I don’t care about anything else actually, because I’m in love. We’re in love, and nothing else comes close to meaning anything besides that.
We’re parked up by the falls, laying naked together in the back of his truck on a blanket, with the summer moon shining down and the falls gurgling like music in the background. He’s slow, and careful, and it doesn’t hurt like everyone says it will.
In fact, he’s the best feeling I’ve ever felt in my life.
I’m addicted after that. After that, we’re doing what we did that night all over again, every chance we get. And it’s like I love him more every single day.
Later, what starts as a joking comment turns into reality. It turns into each of us saying yes in front of a priest, and putting a ring on the other’s finger.
I never do lose those butterflies.
And apparently, I really never did lose them. They just went into hiding over the last eight years. Because here I am in my bed, my fingers tracing my lips and still feeling the delicious soreness in my body from him the night before.
I have NO idea what comes next. But here and now and whoever this is?
It’s pretty perfect.
I glance at my phone on my bedside table and roll my eyes. Twenty missed calls from my management company, another fifty texts. Utterly unsurprisingly, there are no missed calls from Blaine.
I’m sure they’re freaking out, and I can picture Lori, my agency manager, tearing her hair out about the prospect of Blaine and I not being a “thing” anymore, and what that might do to my fan-base, and more importantly, my sales power.
Fuck them. My fans are normal people, and they will completely understand the Blaine situation once I post something short and sharp about it. Hell, I’ll probably see an increase in sales and ranking after I do so.
Grudgingly, I finally slide out of bed, and I’m pulling clothes on when there’s a knock at my door.
“Yeah?”
Sierra pokes her head in.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
She makes a sour face. “I heard about Blaine stopping by.”
I roll my eyes and she scrunches up her face. “What a douche.”
“Thank you.”
She laughs. “Mom and Dad just want to see the good in everyone, you know that. I think they just really wanted to believe Blaine was…I dunno.”
“Not a douche?”
She grins. “I was going to say ’the one’. I mean, he’s not, well, you know, he’s not-” she trails off, but I know what she’s not saying.
“He’s not Silas.”
She nods, looking at the floor for a second before looking up at me with a sly grin. “Uh, speaking of which. I heard you got in pretty late last night?”
“I plead the fifth.”
She gives me a look. “Care to elaborate?”
“You do know what pleading the fifth means, right?”
Sierra laughs. “Fine, keep your secrets, even though I totally know where you were and who with.”
“No you don’t.”
She smirks. “Silas Hart? The falls?”
My eyes go wide for second, totally betraying me, and she laughs. “Dude you’ve got grass in your hair, and a serious hickey on your neck.”
My jaw drops as I jerk my hand to my neck, only to see my little sister’s eyebrows shoot up mischievously.
“Well, I was kidding, but thanks for confirming that.”
“Bitch.”
She grins triumphantly, but then I decide to turn the tables on her.
“And what time did you get home last night?”
She blushes even though she tries to cover. “Oh, I stayed over.”
“Oh, really?”
“Mhmm,” she says noncommittally, looking away.
“At your friend’s house, right?”
“Yep,” she says quickly before glancing back at me, her face still pink.
“You uh, you do actually have grass in your hair, by the way.”
“Ivy!”
Our mom’s voice calls from downstairs.
“Yeah?” I poke my head out of my room and glance down the staircase.
“There are, uh, there are some people here to see you?”
I groan.
Now what.
“Nope.” I shake my head furiously side-to-side. “No fucking way.”