Page 47 of Lovers Like Us
But I’m on abus.
Headed towards a sleepless city, and his fast-paced life isn’t stopping foranyone.
10
MAXIMOFF HALE
Farrow drives the graveyard shift.On route to Cleveland. I camp out in the passenger seat and keep himcompany.
I prefer Farrow driving over pretty much everyone else. I can fucking admit that I’ve been on edge. I’d do just about anything to sit behind the steering wheel, except break thelaw.
Which leaves me with a bucket load of nothing.Unfortunately.
Lights dimmed, the bus hums. Quiet. Bodyguards and my family sleep in their bunks. The privacy door is slid closed, so we’re shut out from the first lounge. And only one paparazzi van has been trailing us. With tinted windows, there’s not much cameramen cancatch.
Farrow keeps one tattooed hand on the steering wheel, posture all cool confidence. His left foot is perched on the seat, arm relaxed on his bent knee. He constantly glances at me with an ever-growing know-it-allsmile.
My blood simmers.I crack a knuckle or two and shift in myseat.
I never thought a lot aboutchemistryor how his unperturbed energy would be compatible with my strong-wired, but something about Farrow just drives me nuts. My pulse pounds harder than my broken nosethrobs.
Every damn time I’m with him, it feels like the first time we’re together. He’s inched under my skin, into my blood stream, definitely my brain—I’ve been a fucking goner since I was sixteen. And I still haven’t fully accepted thisfact.
That someone in my life is here for me. Because they love me. A romantic love. Not family, not solely friendship. It still seemsunbelievable.
I don’t knowwhy.
“What are you thinking?” heasks.
I unconsciously glance at his zipper. Fuck my sexually frustratedbrain.
He tilts his head, and then eyes the road with a satisfied smile. “You dreaming of fuckingme?”
I give him a weird look while I prop my foot on the dashboard. Trying my hand at relaxing. It feels strange. “Why would I dream about it when I can just fuckyou?”
“Because you’re not fucking me right here, wolfscout.”
He knows I usually get what I want as a celebrity. And him telling meno—it just sets my body on fire. I drop my foot, my muscles flexed and abs tight. “Hold on, let me wish upon a star,” I say, sarcasmthick.
He glances at me, the road, then the bulge in my jeans. It’s a normal bulge. Don’t get excited. “How pent-up areyou?”
“Not enough to ram my dick in your ass and kill everyone in theback.”
He rolls his eyes and then smiles. “Always a precious smartass.” He unwraps a piece of gum and steers by propping his knee on thewheel.
“I’ve seen way too many movies where a couple dies because one is blowing the driver. Death by blowjob—nothow I’mdying.”
“Okay, that’s not what I asked.” He crumples the foil and tosses it in the change tray. “Time hasn’t really been on our side lately, and if you need to jack off without me, I won’t be pissed.” He focuses on the road as the GPS directs him off the exit. “That’s not a hall pass, by theway.”
“Wait a minute.” I sit up straighter. “You’re telling me people stop masturbating when they get in arelationship?”
He checks his side mirror. “I never expect it, but I’ve been with someone whodid.”
I grimace. “Fuck thatguy.”
Farrow starts smiling. “And you do know what a hall pass is,right?”
I blink into a glare. “No.”
