Page 62 of When We Were Us
I press onto my toes and lean into him, wanting— No, needing to be as close as I can to him. My fingers twist in the curls at the nape of his neck.
He swallows my whimper when he swipes his tongue across my lower lip, and I open for him. His hands bunch the fabric of my dress against my back. It feels like a literal dream as his expert tongue explores my mouth, tasting and savoring me.
As he slowly breaks the kiss, I’m vaguely aware of the song ending and a few whistles, and hollers nearby have us pulling apart. I drop my forehead against his chest, and I can feel the hammering of his heart—wild and steady, just like mine.
Stunned, I look up at him, feeling lightheaded but oh so eager for more of him. The look on his face tells me he’s feeling it, too. So, when he grabs my hand and laces our fingers together, pulling me off the dance floor, I don’t stop him.
His long strides propel us forward and I do my best to keep up in my flimsy, strappy heels—should have gone with my gut and worn the Chucks. He takes us across the dance floor, past the bar, and down the hallway. Then, he shoves open a back entrance door and pulls me outside. He spins me around and my back hits the plaster wall of the back of the bar.
It's dark out, being well after ten, and the surrounding area is barely illuminated by a lone streetlight across the parking lot. A neon sign advertising Coors Light buzzes a few feet away, casting the side of Hank’s face in a silvery glow.
When the door clicks shut behind us, the muffled sound of the band is cut off and his lips are back on mine in a feral kiss. We are limbs and tongues and clashing teeth as he fists his hands in my hair. My arms lock around his neck and I grab a handful of his hair. He drops a hand to grip a handful of my ass. His lips trail across my jaw and down my throat, brushing lightly against my collarbone,before going back up to my mouth.
“You make me crazy, Wren,” he husks out against my mouth. His fingers dig into my ass, roughly pulling me against him. “So fucking crazy.”
With a hand in his hair, I hum in agreement and pull his head back to nip at his lower lip. I can feel the hard length of his cock against my stomach as we push to get closer together.
A little voice in my head tells me to pump the brakes, but I tell her to shut up and sit her bitch ass down.
He licks and sucks at my neck, pulling my earlobe into his mouth as I run a hand down his chest, over the rounded lines of his pecs, and down the length of him. My fingers dive under the hem of his shirt and travel up the hard planes of his stomach. Soft hair tickles my fingertips as I move up his chest.My fingers dance over him, and I feel his left nipple harden under my fingertip. I circle it once.
He hisses out a string of unintelligible curses and jerks me against him hard with one hand, the other grabbing my breast through the thin fabric of my dress. The low moan that vibrates his chest when he realizes I’m not wearing a bra goes straight to my core, and my nipples pebble as I arch into his palm. He squeezes me gently, then rolls a puckered nipple between his finger and thumb while he thrusts his hips against mine. The gasp that escapes me is swallowed up as he takes my mouth again.
I open my mouth to tell him to take me home, but the words are cut off by the door to the bar swinging wide. Two guys and a girl burst out with laughter, music trailing along behind them.
Hank breaks away and takes a step to the side, putting himself between me and prying eyes that might happen to look our way. His chest rises and falls in time with mine. Our eyes meet and he blows out a shaky breath. Once the group of customers is out of earshot, he looks back at me.
“Uh…” He briefly closes his eyes and gives his head a small shake. One hand is on the building next to my head, keeping me caged in. “That was…” He pauses, pulling on the back of his neck, then looks away like he’ll find the words somewhere here in the dark.
A breathy laugh escapes me, and my lips twitch up at the corners. “Hot?”
His surprised eyes flash to mine and a flare of heat returns to them as his eyes drink me in. “Yeah,” he breathes out the word. “I was going to say unexpected, but yeah.Reallyfucking hot.”
It’s like I’ve suddenly broken through an invisible barrier. And I let out another shaky laugh. It might be the darkness giving me courage, but I push away from the wall and close the couple of inches between us.
I smirk at him as I straighten out my dress. “You trying to kill me with that thing?” I say, nodding at the huge bulge tenting the front of his pants.
His bark of laughter fills the night. He shakes his head at me with a wide smile, sending a delicious shiver skittering over my skin. “Something like that.”
My phone pings once, twice, then three times in rapid succession, almost as if I was out of cell range and I just got it back. I pull it from the pocket of my dress as Hank reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, as it also goes off with multiple messages.
“Everything ok?” he asks and clicks open his ancient flip phone.
I laugh and unlock my phone, nodding at the phone in his hand. “I can’t believe you have a flip phone.”
He looks genuinely confused, but the corners of his lips tip up just a fraction. “What’s wrong with it?”
“To quote you,” I lower my voice a couple of octaves and add some gruff,“it isn’t 1985.”
He grabs his chest and stumbles back a step like he’s been shot. “That hurts.” He rubs his chest and I laugh, clicking open my messaging app.
“Finn isn’t feeling well, so Hudson took her and your sisters home.”
“He just texted me too. He’s dropping Norah and Nat at Hayley’s place for the night, and says he’ll crash at Finn’s to keep an eye on her.” He tucks his phone back into his pocket. “Do you need a ride?”
Hell yes. I wouldn’t mind a ride on the Hank Hayes express.
“I drove. I was supposed to be the DD,” I say with a grimace. I feel horrible that I left my best friend to fend for herself while I shamelessly made out with my hot-as-fuck ex in a dark alley.
