“Ew!” I crack up and shove his shoulder. “Hero, no. Don’t you ever say something that corny to me again.”
“I was being sexy,” he fakes being wounded.
I search the front-facing windows of my parents’ house. No faces. I glance over my shoulder at the patch brother just around the corner. Feeling bold, I lean in close to West.
“I’m counting the minutes and hours,” I say, quiet and slowly, “until I’m filled by you so deep, I can taste you.”
Uh oh. Too far?
The gray-green in his eyes darken to storm clouds. His throat groans, but it sounds like literal thunder.
“Little Pixie. You just earned yourself delayed satisfaction when you get home.”
I gasp, my pussy squeezing, searching for something to hold.
“My hand on that bare ass, my tongue teasing, and my cock hard to come inside you.”
“Holy shit,” I barely whisper.
I’m panting and my heart’s about to beat out of my chest. Okay. I most definitely didn’t win that round.
“You suck, Hero.”
That dangerous smirk and his faint dimple appear. “I will later, baby.”
To get him back, I grin. “Maybe so will I.”
“For fuck’s sake. Get out and inside before I turn this car around. Your parents would think the worst of me.”
Laughing to cover this aching arousal, I grab my bag. “Can’t have that.”
“No, we can’t, Nyx. Might have to ask your dad for permission one day.”
My hand halts at the car door handle. My face turns to stare at West, whose eyes are wide. So, he hadn’t meant to say what he did.
“Promises, promises,” I meant to say with an air of humor, but it comes out softly, wistful instead.
Not caring, West takes my hand and kisses it.
“Head inside, baby.”
Cami. Nyx. Little Pixie. Baby. Each hold different meanings, intentions, emotions. I’m in love with hearing them all.
I squeeze his hand and head up my parents’ porch steps. Dad opens the door and steps out to wave at West as he backs away.
“Hey, Daddy,” I stretch up to my toes and kiss his cheek.
“Hey, Camikins. Finally gracing us with your presence?”
I roll my eyes, laughing. “I know, I know. I’m about to get an earful from Mom, so don’t you start too.”
His eyes are focused across the road. Sigh. Of course. Not even two seconds and he noticed.
We head inside to the smell of my mother’s loaded baked potato casserole. Comfort food to the max. I moan, walking into the kitchen just as she takes it out of the oven.
“Cams, darling! You’re home.”
“Hey, Momma. Let me help you.” I set the mat on the island counter as she sets the boiling hot dish on top to cool. “Oh, God, I want it now.” I practically put my face into it.
