Page 97 of Moms of Mayhem
My face heated, despite the bitter cold breeze. “Give me a sec,” I whisper-shouted down, then shut the window.
Downstairs, Jace was mid-match, headset on. I grabbed my keys off the counter, heart racing as I thought of an excuse.
Tapping my son’s shoulder, I said, “I need to run to the store for some coffee creamer. I’ll be back in a few.”
He gave me a quick nod, then went back to his game.
Beckett’s truck idled at the curb, already warm inside when I climbed in. The moment the door closed, he reached across the center console, grabbing me by the back of theneck. Our mouths collided like it had been years instead of hours since the last time I’d kissed him just this morning.
By the time I was ready to combust, he pulled back, his gaze still heated like he couldn’t get enough. With a quick glance up at the house behind us, he handed me a travel mug.
“Hot cocoa, with those little heart-shaped marshmallows you always liked.”
“Are you trying to seduce me with childhood nostalgia?”
“Is it working?”
I took a sip, savoring the sweet taste. “Disturbingly well.”
He pulled away from the curb, snow crunching beneath his tires as we left Linwood and headed up a familiar winding road. It took me a second to realize where we were going.
“You’re kidding me.”
Beckett glanced over. “What?”
“Beckett Conway, are you taking me to Makeout Point?”
“I believe its official name isElkhornPoint.”
“Oh, was that your game? Convince them to come lay under the stars and bore them with elk trivia? I mean, once they hear bull elk pee on their own legs to impress a mate, hockey smell seems not so bad, right?’”
He pulled to the overlook and threw the truck in park, doing his best to bite back a smile. “Well, it worked, didn’t it?”
I laughed as he hopped out and opened the tailgate, hauling out a whole pile of thick blankets like he’d done this a time or twelve.
I climbed up beside him as we laid the blankets down. “You’ve had practice here.”
He flopped down on the pallet we made and laced his hands behind his head, eyes fixed on the inky-black sky freckled with stars. “Guilty. But not in about 20 years. Some moves stand the test of time, though.”
I settled in next to him, resting my head on his chest. His arm came around my back, holding me to his side as I listened to his heart beat a steady, calming rhythm.
“I made out with one guy here my sophomore year. We got to first base before Ty pulled up beside us and honked the horn. Scared the guy so bad, he cried.”
Beckett barked a laugh. “I forgot you dated what’s-his-name. Brian something. Ran track. Real sweaty.”
“That’s the one,” I chuckled. “Needless to say, I never kissed anyone up here again.”
“Well.” Beckett rolled onto his side to face me, his nose brushing mine. “Allow me to change that.”
“Oh, smooth,” I teased, but my cheeks flamed, despite the cold night air.
“Was it? Because I feel like I’m struggling to hide the fact that I’m completely, hopelessly, stupidly into you. And I can’t stop wondering if you feel the same way.”
I wiggled my head back and forth, doing a shitty job of containing my grin. “Maybe a little bit.”
“Just a little bit?”
His fingers tangled in my hair, cradling my head as he hovered his lips just over mine, waiting for me to answer.
