His lips against my flesh made me shiver, and my nipples harden. My eyes narrowed into half slits as he guided me the rest of the way.
Just as Louis and I made it to his truck, a familiar face rounded the corner of our vehicle and went to his own that was parked a few spaces down from us. Since we shared the bar parking lot with a popular teen hangout, I didn’t think much of it.
But I also tried really hard not to make eye contact with the kid, hoping that he wouldn’t see me.
Louis ignored him, too, as he continued to press kisses down the curve of my neck.
Oh, Louis was aware that someone was there, but he didn’t care.
And normally I wouldn’t either.
But when it was Romeo staring at me with disgust and annoyance on his face, I tended to tense up.
Not because I cared what he thought, but because I just plain didn’t want him looking at me.
I looked at Louis’ collarbone, and honestly mostly forgot all about him when Louis pressed me up against the truck and I felt the hard length of his erection. “Come home with me.”
I thought about that for a long second but ultimately nodded my head yes.
“I can come home with you,” I said. “But we’re going to have to get me home early in the morning so I can get to school on time.”
There were exactly eighteen more days of school, and I was literally counting them down.
The idea of not having to get out of Louis’ bed in the morning was very appealing.
“Cool.” He grinned.
A scraping sound had him looking over his shoulder at Romeo. Romeo who wasn’t making a secret that he was watching.
“Let’s go,” I whispered, squeezing Louis’ hand. “I’m ready.”
“Aww, that’s a cute puppy.” I pointed across the street at a dog that was happily walking down the street, tongue lolled out as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
The dog darted into the alley, and I dropped my hand to look over at Louis.
“You know what else was cute?” I asked.
He raised a brow at me and started his truck.
“What?” he asked.
“The way you didn’t want Malachi to help me.” I grinned at him. “Very cute.”
We drove to Louis’ place without a backward glance at Romeo.
“You know what else is cute?” I asked.
“What?” he rumbled.
“The way that you think I didn’t notice that big erection in front of my dad.” I laughed.
“It’s awkward, okay?” he said. “I mean, this is your dad. I want him to continue liking me.”
“Who says that he likes you?” I asked curiously. “You broke his little girl’s heart when she was only seventeen.”
His eyes turned serious.
“And he’s watched me regret it every day since,” he said. “I didn’t hide my attraction to you, nor my feelings when you would ignore me. I wore my heart on my sleeve, and the only one that didn’t notice was you because you were too busy ignoring me.”
I immediately felt bad for bringing it up. More so, I wished that I could go back in time and notice. Pay attention to Louis’ face. Because maybe if I had, things would be different. Maybe I would be in a different place right now.
“This Sunday’s dinner is going to be a whole lot different than last time’s,” I said softly. “I promise not to ignore you anymore.”
He turned the corner and we arrived in the little subdivision that I’d dubbed ‘cop row.’ It was a line of duplexes that a lot of the younger SWAT guys stayed in. It was filled completely with police officers.
There wasn’t a safer place in the entire city, at least that was what I thought, anyway.
“I like this place,” I said to him. “It’s nice.”
“It is,” he agreed. “Though, I’d love to have some land again. It’s great because I’m right in the city. My buddies are around. But it’s also worse because I can’t just walk out my back door and take a piss anymore. I have to worry about offending all the ladies that have suddenly started to move in.”
I snorted. “I’m fairly sure they wouldn’t care.”
“No,” he agreed. “But their husbands and fiancés and boyfriends would.”
That was true.
Then again, now that I thought about it, I really wouldn’t like any of them seeing his dick.
I squirmed as possessiveness started to take over.
I really, really didn’t like the idea of Louis being seen by any woman. In all honesty, that possessiveness had always been there. The only thing was, I didn’t have a right to it then. Now, on the other hand…
“You’re being awfully quiet,” he rumbled softly.
The soft rumble had me once again squirming in my seat.
“I was thinking about the fact that I really want to get pissed off at someone seeing you pee,” I admitted. “But then thinking that’s an irrational thing to get pissed off about. Then I started thinking about other things, and yeah.”