I didn’t bring my phone. How did he know I was here?
“What the hell?” Will cursed. “Why does everything want to stop us?”
“Find us a place,” I pleaded. “Hurry.”
He grabbed the back of my neck, pressing his lips to my forehead, and then looked around. If Martin saw me with him, it would be over. I didn’t care if it was in a game booth or in a Tilt-A-Whirl car. I needed him.
“Come on.” He pulled me out of the gates and off to the right.
I threw a glance behind me, seeing Martin in the distance peering through the truck’s back window, and I picked up the pace, racing with Will.
He ran up to a yellow school bus, probably the one that brought the middle schoolers here for their Mayhem till Midnight, and punched the door with his fist, prying it open.
I dove in first, and he followed, closing it behind him again.
I threw his coat onto a seat and tried peering out the windows to gauge if Martin had seen us, but Will grabbed my arm and whipped me around. I crashed into his chest, he took me in his arms, and his mouth crashed down on mine.
I moaned, opening my mouth for him and feeling his damn tongue all the way down between my legs.
Dipping low, he lifted me by the backs of my thighs, and I winced at the pain in my body, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t stopping this. He carried me down the aisle, my legs wrapped around him.
I took his face in my hands, tearing my lips away from his. “You have something?” I whispered. “Please tell me you have something.”
He smiled. “Yeah.”
I sank my mouth into his again, whimpering as I locked my ankles behind him.
I trailed my mouth across his cheek, over his jaw, and down his neck as he gasped and squeezed my thighs.
“Ah, Em,” he moaned.
Reaching the back of the bus, the long bench seat in the last row looming underneath me, he dropped me to my feet and unzipped my dress, never leaving my mouth. He pulled down the top, the dress hanging at my waist as his hands ran all over my naked back and he kissed my neck, holding me to him.
“You’re mine,” he whispered in my ear.
I tipped my head back, savoring his warmth on my throat and ignoring the sting as his hand brushed the cut on my brow.
“For tonight,” I retorted with a smile.
He grabbed the back of my neck and covered my mouth, fierce and making me tingle to my toes.
I worked the buttons on his shirt.
“I’ll take care of you,” he whispered. “You don’t have to worry about anything.”
I ripped off the shirt as he worked the buckle of his belt, and I nuzzled into him, letting my fingertips glide over his narrow waist and stomach.
“I don’t need you to take care of me,” I said between kisses. “I just want right now with you. I don’t want to think about all the tomorrows.”
He growled and pushed me. I fell down to the seat, gasping as the cool air lapped at my sensitive skin. He bared his teeth, yanking his belt open and unfastening his pants.
My nerves fired as my eyes drifted up his bare chest, my entire body throbbing for him.
Jesus. Perfect golden skin. Toned arms, tight stomach, gorgeous pecs…
Beautiful smile.
Soft, funny, and sweet.