Page 4 of Are You Gonna Run?
Three: Truth and Lies
When I finish doing my hair, I get a text from Eris asking me to wear fishnets for him. I’m a little bummed I won’t be able to surprise him now, but at least I know he’ll be happy with my outfit.
I chose fishnet tights under ripped black jean shorts, my black biker booties I wear when I ride with my dad, and a cropped hoodie with a derpy little ghost on it. You can see the waistband of the fishnets against my bare stomach, even when I throw a leather jacket over it.
If he doesn’t like it, he’s not the guy for me.
But I’m ready to go sooner than I expected, so I end up pacing around myliving room with my studded crossbody slung over my shoulder for a full twenty minutes before a blacked out F-250 Tremor pulls into my driveway. The headlights are blinding as I step out and lock my door, but I almost immediately panic when I realize it’s lifted.
There’s no way in hell I’m getting up in this thing by myself.
Eris hops out before I can reach it, his brilliant green eyes raking my frame as mine do the same to him. He’s undeniably hotter in person — which just isn’t fair when I’m trying to act unfazed — but the simple black hoodie and dark-wash jeans he’s rocking work for him, as do the black hightop converse. “Damn, girl. I didn’t think you’d actually wear them.”
To my surprise, he wraps me up in a hug like we’ve known each other forever, both arms enveloping me tightly so my face is buried into the center of his chest. At least now I know he wasn’t another one of those Tinder guys lying about his height. His cologne or body wash or whatever the hell I’m inhaling has my fingers curling a little too tightly into that Carhartt, and when he pulls away, it almostfeels like a loss. “You shrunk. I brought my heels and everything.”
“Sorry, I’m a pathological liar,” I say breathlessly. Fuck, I can’t remember the last time I was this attracted to someone. “Add it to the list.”
“Will do. Come on, let me help you up, shorty.” He nods toward the truck and leads me over to the passenger side, then points at the handle on the inside after he yanks open the door. “Hang on there. I’m gonna hold your hips and absolutely check out your ass, but I promise not to cop a feel beyond that.”
Like I’d be upset if he did.
My stomach swoops wildly when he picks me up with ease and lifts me in, and I’m pretty sure I actually fall in love. I could get used to this. “How’s my ass look?”
“Better than I could have hoped.” His tone is a little darker, and when he uses the step to crowd my space, I stop breathing all together. “I got you a little something.”
He reaches into the backseat and pulls out a Halloween blanket. It’s purple with little pumpkins and ghosts sprinkled all over it, and he places it over my lap with agrin, then hops off to make his way back to the driver’s side.
Who the hell is this guy?
The blanket is so soft it immediately puts me at ease. It’s better than flowers or chocolate or anything else normal guys bring a girl on a date, and it shows he actually listens to me. If I’m not careful, this may end up as more than a haunted house trip and a one night stand.
... Nah. He’s busy, I’m busy. I need to just let it be what it is.
The truck roars to life again when he gets in, so I take a moment to check out his side profile. In the fading sun, he looks gorgeous — all sharp lines, soft hair, and smooth skin. I normally don’t go for guys without at least a little bit of scruff, but Eris looks like a god chiseled from magic.
He keeps the metal music low as he starts to drive, his eyes flicking over to me every few seconds until we’re on the highway. Every time they do, his smile grows. “Don’t be shy now, beautiful. Here.”
He reaches back once again and drops a bag of Reese's pumpkins between us, as well as sour peach rings and a bottle of Smartwater. “Can you open these for us?”
The butterflies in my chest multiply.
“Are you trying to seduce me?” I ask, ripping open the Reese’s and twisting off the cap of the water. “Mission accomplished.”
“Yup,” he replies honestly. “Glad it’s working, but you have to share.”
Pouting, I unwrap the first pumpkin and reach over. “Open up then. Gentlemen first.”
“Gentlemen?” He laughs. “First time I’ve ever been called gentle. Thanks.”
He tosses me a wink and then opens his mouth for me to feed him, making my brain go completely blank right up until his tongue swipes against my finger.
The bolt of lust it sends through me goes straight to my pussy, making me clench my thighs. He’s rough, and I bet he’s good with his mouth, too.
“Is it good, Eris?” I ask, quiet and breathy. “Looks good.”
“So fucking good,” he mumbles around it with a huge smile. “I’d feed you back if I could. Later though.”
No, that’s okay. I’m not sure I could survive it.
