Page 99 of Ranger's Rise
I’m glad when they walk away. “Looking for intel?” he asks.
“Yeah. They’re known gossips. Talking to them is usually at parties or in the Club. If they’re looking for me, they want something. I’m not the giving type.”
“Shit. I had a plan all worked out.”
I laugh. “I’ll make an exception. Your favorite song, in trade of your plan for tonight.”
“Fuck. I didn’t think of more than tonight. I’ll work on that.”He’s cute.
He stands and puts his hand out. “The deal was looking at the Badass lights. I’m not losing my shot on a technicality.”
I take his hand laughing. “I’m pretty sure you’ve got a sure thing here.”
At the edge of the grass he sits, so I sit in front of him. “The song isSilver Thunderbird.” His arms wrap around me and he starts.
The song is about a boy that was in awe of his dad and his car. His voice makes you feel like you’re the boy looking out his window just waiting to see them come home.
I’m so enchanted with the song that I don’t notice Seren and Cort stopped at the edge of the trees until he sings the last verse again.
“That was beautiful. Thank you.”
I turn to look up at him and Seren and Cort are gone. I’m glad they didn’t step into his view. With a kiss to his lips, I’m up. “My turn to pay the piper. Do I get the plan on the way?”
He smiles and stands up moving slowly. “Nope.”
“Did your dad have a Thunderbird?”
He laughs holding his ear. “A ‘58 Oldsmobile Super 88. It was light blue. He loved that car. He’d take it out after church on Sundays if there were no runs. Tito would come with us sometimes. It was always good, but when Tito came, they’d have me laughing the whole time. I remember shit when I was eight and all the way to seventeen before I enlisted. I would laugh every fucking time we’d go out. They’d bicker back and forth. If we stopped for ice cream, they’d fight over the best flavor. If we went to the lakes, it was the wrong one for one reason or another. They were never mean and always funny.”
“Like Cort and Raid.”
He stops walking. “Yeah. I never thought about it. They were.” He smiles and pulls me faster. “Your piper needs paying.”
I want to tell him to slow down before he hurts himself but know that will piss him off. “I’m a willing participant, Ranger. Slow down.”
He stops and turns to me. “I'm excited,lo’u alofa. I should have asked. Are you tired?”
I smile, but keep the laugh in. He’s in a good mood because he feels good. “Not yet, but I’m hoping to be. Why are we standing out in the fucking yard?”
He smiles and it lights up his eye. “We’re not.” He pulls me closer and bends.
Okay, kissing in the fucking yard is good. He moves away and pulls me. “These shorts are not good for the yard. The cargos are better.”
I laugh as he gets us in the door. We close windows and he’s pulling me up the stairs. I’m smiling because I’m still willing, but he’s hell-bent on his plan and doesn’t seem to notice.
In our room I slap his hand reminding him I’m here. He drops my hand and steps back turning to focus on my eyes. It’s a shit move, but I don’t want his plan the focus, I want that spot.“You don’t need to pull me around. I’m excited to hear what you have in store for me.”
He smiles. “Oh, mylo’u alofa, I’m part of that plan.”
“Since we’re both in it and happy about that, what’s the fucking plan?”
He bends for his phone looking down. I’m glad he’s moving more, but can’t wait for this. He likes the dancing. Music comes on and I smile.Feel Like Making Loveis a good song to dance to. “You know this one?”
I laugh and kick off my shoes. “I was raised by nudist free-love hippies. It was an anthem in my house.”
I see that look in his eye and know the orders will start. I love taking those orders. “Dance for me, mylo’u alofa.” He toes his shoes off and puts his phone on the dresser.
I dance. When his shirt is off and he’s paying attention, my shirt drops. He stands watching, when my bra comes off, he drops his shorts. I like the way this is playing out. Turning, I rub my ass against him and he starts dancing with me. His glove is on my waist and his other hand moves to my zipper. He knows how to make this fucking hot. I sway and he moves right with me pushing down on my shorts. When his hand skates over my pussy, I push my ass back feeling his hard-on. He doesn’t stop but keeps dancing.
