Page 59 of Until I Found You
Twenty-Two
Graham
The smell of exhaust permeates the air from the dirt bikes. We hear the announcer thanking everyone for coming out tonight, the sound of dirt bikes’ engines revving in the background.
Wrapping my arm around Halle’s shoulder, I pull her in closer to me. She tilts her head against my chest. Even with the noise around us, I can hear her sigh in contentment. I feel it with her.
With all the shit going on at work, the stress of Krate, and the fire at my mom’s, being able to get away from everything and come back to a place that holds so many memories for us is very therapeutic.
“It’s been so long since I’ve been here.” There’s a smile in her voice when she says it. All night we’ve been like this, holding each other, touching each other in little ways. We haven’t spoken about what’s going on between us. The last time we did, I reminded her painfully how it was best for her that we weren’t together.
Although after that, it seemed like everything went out the window because my need to be near her and protect her wrapped around me like a vise. It put a lot of things into perspective for me.
Our friends seemed pleased to see us turning back to our old ways. While they knew that something was going on with us, up until that point we had held back on showing affection toward each other when they were around. When we were alone though, it was like nothing was off limits. We were the same couple, if not more affectionate, than we were back then.
“Nothing makes me feel like home more than being out at the track,” I press my lips against the side of her head and finish, “with you.”
She tilts her head back, looking at me, as we continue our walk toward her car. She insisted on driving, saying we always take my pickup, so I decided to indulge her a little.
Pressing a kiss against her lips, we round the back of her car as we approach the driver’s side. Pushing her up against the door, I wrap my hands around her thighs and lift her up using the car to support her. Her legs wrap around my waist and I want to fall to my knees when I feel her warmth pressed against me.
“Dear God,” I moan, diving in to kiss her neck.
The sun has gone down. The cool breeze is flowing through the wide-open space of the fields surrounding the dirt track.
Halle’s fingers slide into my hair, holding me close to her. I can feel her swallow beneath my lips, her breathing picking up pace as I kiss along the column of her neck and over her jaw. Wrapping my hand around her chin, I hold her face and kiss her deeply earning me a soft moan.
“Do you know how hard it was not to do this back there? I’ve been dying to kiss you since we left your house,” I groan, kissing along her jaw up to her ear. Rubbing my aching cock against her, I let her feel just how much I want her.
It’s like something inside me has broken, all the restraint I once had is let free and I can’t get enough of her.
“Want to come stay with me tonight?” I run my tongue over the shell of her ear, nipping her. I hear her shutter a breath, as her nails dig into my skin at the base of my neck.
“Yes,” she breathes out. “Let’s get going or I’m going to have you doing something that is considered against the law in this very parking lot.”
Lowering her to the ground, I reach behind her to open the door as she slides into the seat. I flash her a wink before I shut the door behind her and race around to the other side.
The drive back takes us about fifteen minutes. We drive with my hand wrapped around her thigh, trailing my thumb over her soft skin. Luke Combs plays through the speakers and Halle chats animatedly about gossip she heard about Brannon and Brea’s friend, Lissa. Lissa has been close-lipped about what happened between them when she was in town for Ellie and Callum’s wedding.
“Graham,” Halle says, her voice is serious this time catching me off guard. “I can’t tell who it is, but I think the person behind us is following me.”
The dark night sky makes it difficult to make out who’s driving behind us. Holding onto the head rest of Halle’s seat, I peer out the window over my shoulder.
“Do me a favor, baby, and make a few turns,” I say, keeping my eyes focused on the car behind us.
She pulls onto the next road and sure enough, the car behind us follows along behind. A few seconds later, she makes a sharp turn onto another road essentially bringing us in a circle and once again the car is right behind us turning too.
“Graham,” she mutters nervously. “What should I do?”
“Take another left up here and let’s head back to the highway. Try to stop for a second before you turn. I want to try to see what kind of car it is.”
“Okay,” she responds. Her voice flutters with nervousness.
Rubbing my hand over her shoulder, I try to let her know I’m here. The tension in her shoulders ease just a little.
As soon as we roll to a stop, I’m able to make out just enough of the front hood to see the GTO emblem and I immediately know who it is.
“Son of a bitch,” I curse out, slipping my phone out of my pocket and quickly dialing Maverick’s number.
