“I think I won that round, Rambo.” My playful tone makes his eyebrows rise over his forehead.
“If points equate to orgasms, I guarantee I’ll win by a landslide by the end of the night.”
I bite my lip to hide my smile, because damn after the performance of what we just did, I could use a few. Just being around Seamus makes my body quiver with need, but seeing his restrained demeanor lose all control and inhibitions—it has me reeling for so much more.
“You sound so confident,” I challenge.
Pressing into his hands, he pushes himself upright and I stand to meet him. We exchange looks for a passing moment, and it’s full of a craving we both can no longer deny.
“You’re in for it now, sunshine.” Bending down, he picks me up, throwing my body over his shoulder, and I squeal as he saunters off the stage. I smack his naked ass playfully.
“Put me down, you animal!” But he and I both know I’m far from serious.
I never want him to put me down.
“Not a chance. We’re going on our date, then I’m taking you home , and you’ll be screaming my name all night long.”
He smacks my ass back and I know he means every word.
27
NAOMI
It only took Seamus a few minutes to get dressed before he grabbed a bag from one of the rooms at Afterburn, and then walked me to his truck. He let me walk this time, which is a nice change, but I sort of hated it.
The twenty minute car ride was short, but full of banter between the two of us, just like our days by the lake. This time, reminiscing on the moments earlier in the night when I had him on stage and, what I referred to as,desperateandbegging.
He used words likenecessaryandessential, stating it was for educational purposes as opposed to actually being lost in the moment.
“The penis doesn’t lie, Seamus. You were so far gone and had no control over what I was doing to you,” I tell him.
“Penis?” he questions. “Are we in the PG-13 version of the conversation now?”
“Penis is used during basic conversation. Cock and dick are reserved for the moments of madness, during actual sex,” I reply, factually. “Using cock and dick too much is like swearing too much. Takes away its power.”
“There will never be too much cock talk when you’re talkingabout mine.” He passes me a sexy look before his gaze returns to the road.
He’s still wearing his all black attire, but his button up shirt now has a couple loose buttons at the top and his sleeves are rolled up just under his elbows, exposing the tight lines of his mouthwatering forearms.
A light from the passing street light shines through the front windshield, and his strong form sits stoic on the console as he drives us to wherever he has planned for our date. He told me I didn’t have to change, so I’m still currently wearing my all white leggings and sports bra with a light pink, oversized hoodie.
I’m a little disappointed I didn’t get to wear the outfit I specifically bought for our date, but at the same time, it feels like the old us.
Seamus’ truck veers onto a side road and we continue down the dirt path, going up a small, windy road that leads up a mountain.
We pull up to a wooded area, and I’m surprised when he pulls in and backs up in an open spot shaded by massive trees. There are no other buildings around, and I squint in confusion as I look around, seeing nothing.
“Stay here,” Seamus says as he jumps out of the truck.
The dome light pops on as he opens the back passenger door, grabs a couple of bags, then shuts the door. The overhead light fades away immediately, leaving me in the dark as I look out over a stampede of silhouetted trees.
The only source of light is a sliver of the crescent moon, and I’m shocked when I shift my gaze to the sky, how clear it is tonight.
Seattle is known for its drab weather, and the thick, dense fog makes us forget we have a blue sky sometimes. Tonight's midnight sky has shed its layers, exposing itself to us fully.
A surge of anxiety runs through me as the minutes pass.
I have practiced some exposure therapy sessions, forcingmyself to hike through wooded areas and other things that my therapist had suggested to overcome some of the recurring panic attacks. This one I feel like I’ve mastered, but I’ve always been moving through it, not staying still.
