Page 137 of Forever Wild
His gaze drops to my mouth and then refocuses on the mirrors as he backs out. “Somewhere I can kiss you a lot more.”
We end up at a bowling alley, which given his only hint, surprises me.
“Are we going to make out or bowl?”
He swings our hands between us as he leads me to the front desk. “Little of both.”
After we’re donned in ugly shoes and have picked out our balls, we slide into chairs at our lane.
I can’t stop smiling and I’m not even sure why.
Jack puts our names into the machine and then rubs his hands together.
A small laugh escapes from my lips.
He kisses me before asking, “Whatcha laughing about?”
“I’m just surprised. This is the last place I would have expected you to bring me.”
“Not a lot of options for a late afternoon date.”
“We’re on a date?”
“If you have to ask, then I don’t think I’m pulling this off very well.”
“What exactly are you trying to pull off?” I lift one brow.
“I just wanted to spend time with you, away from the hospital and everything else going on, and thank you for today. It felt good to be back on the ice.”
“You don’t need to thank me. I was happy to do it.” I scoot closer and drape my legs over his so I’m all but sitting in his lap.
He pulls me the rest of the way and my arms wrap around hisneck as he kisses me again.
My body hums with a contented sort of feeling when he pulls back. Content but turned the hell on.
“I thought you were taking me back to your house to have sex.”
He chuckles. “Did consider it, but I figured you could use some fun. Maybe that was dumb though.”
His dick is hard underneath me and I can’t resist squirming just a little so I’m grinding over him.
“Should we test out the bathroom?”
“Temptress.” He nips my bottom lip and then lifts me off his lap to the chair and stands.
Jack and I head back to the hospital after our date. His dad is up and sitting in his room so I head to Jack’s house to give them some privacy. I shower and make dinner before I head back. The Wildcats are playing at home tonight, so I don my Jack Wyld jersey and then stop for coffee.
Jack’s dad is already tuned to the TV when I walk in. A glance at the screen shows the announcers talking about the game as the players warm up behind them.
“I got this for you,” I say as I set the iced coffee on his tray table.
“Is it spiked with something stronger than caffeine?”
“No.” I give him a pointed look. “And it’s decaf.”
He frowns but lifts the cup to his mouth anyway. I settle into a chair next to his bed and we watch the TV silently for a while until I can’t hold in the thoughts stewing.
“You know if you leave here and slip back into your old habits, you’re going to lose him. Not physically, he’ll always stand by you.No matter what. But it’ll drive a wedge between you so far that you’ll never have the relationship that you both want.”
