Page 52 of A Secret Chance
“I love it when you call me Brock,” he growled. He picked her up, and she gripped her thighs around his waist, hooking her boots behind his back. This time it was she who was thirsty. She kissed Baxter like he was the last glass of water on Earth.
Lauren didn’t know when her brain stopped working and her body took over, but when Baxter picked her up and walked her backward until she was pressed against the cold brick wall of the community center building, all her rational thoughts disappeared into the snowy night.
She rested her head against the wall as Baxter nipped along her collarbone. His fingers pressed into her ass as she laced her fingers together behind his neck. She leaned in and kissed his lips, arching her back while grinding against his body and he pushed back. She could feel his hardness through his jeans, and she moaned into his ear.
“You’re so fucking sexy.” He looked her in the eyes and kissed her as their bodies writhed against each other. Lauren glanced over Baxter’s shoulder, ensuring that no one from the party had found their way to the back on the building. She slid her hands in between their bodies and fumbled with the button on the top of his jeans. In truth, she wanted nothing more than for Baxter to pull down her jeans, free his cock and fuck her up against the wall. But the last time she had let her body control her life, she ended up with a baby in her belly. And with that thought, all reason returned. She patted the undone button on his jeans and pressed her face into his neck. “Let me down,” she whispered. Baxter nodded and held her gaze as he gently lowered her so that she could stand on her own two feet.
“We can’t,” she sighed.
“I know,” he whispered, his breath tickling her neck.
“It’s not that I don’t want to.”
Baxter shifted and buttoned up his jeans. “Same. But it shouldn’t be here.” He kissed her jawbone.
“No, Baxter. It can’t happen at all. And you know that I’m right.”
Baxter sighed and stepped back from her. “Lauren, you are the most incredible woman I’ve ever met. I will wait for you.”
“Wait for me?” Lauren was confused.
Baxter blew on his hands, rubbed them together and then shoved them into his pockets. “Yeah, until the development is done.”
Lauren took one step back from Baxter, she would’ve taken two, but was met with the brick wall. “You’re assuming that you will win.”
Baxter sighed and looked up at the sky. “That’s not what I meant.”
Lauren folded her arms across her chest. “Then, what did you mean?”
Baxter reached out and pulled one of Lauren’s forearms from their defensive position and held her hand. She kept the other hand tucked tightly against her side. “I just mean, that I will wait for when you and I aren’t on opposite sides anymore.”
He rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb.
“No, Baxter. Just stop.” Lauren yanked her hand out of his grip.
“Lauren...” He tilted his head, waiting.
“No. Listen to me. If I win, there’s no reason for you to stay here. You win, I probably lose my job, the town will hate me, and I will have no reason to stay here.”
Baxter pursed his lips. “It doesn’t have to be that way.”
“Yes. It has to be exactly that way.”
“Are you sure we couldn’t just...”
“Fuck?” Lauren growled. “What, bang as we did ten years ago, and then forget it ever happened?”
“Whoa.” Baxter stepped back and raised his hands like Lauren had a gun pointed at him. “No, that’s not what I meant at all.”
“I have to go.” Lauren stepped around him and walked away.
“Wait, Lauren,” he shouted. “Come back.”
