Page 113 of Comeback
“Wait. Why do you need my truck?” he asks.
“Don’t worry. We aren’t going anywhere. I just want to sit in it for a few minutes.”
My intent hits London and she covers a laugh with one hand. Brogan looks between his fiancée and me. Then he looks to Archer.
“You’re not…” He trails off.
My smile finally breaks free. “At least you have someone to hang with while we’re gone.”
“I don’t need to hear the specifics.” He groans and hands over his keys.
“Thank you,” I yell over the music and pull Archer with me.
When we get outside, he tips his head toward the keys in my fingers and asks, “What was that about?”
“London mentioned they once left you at a concert to go have sex in the truck.” I aim a flirty smile at him. “I thought you might want to get a little payback.”
“Oh shit.” Laughter spills out of him. He tugs me to him and swipes his mouth over mine. “I think that’s the nicest thing anyone’s done for me.”
“I’ve got your back, baby.”
He pulls the tailgate of the truck down and takes a seat. “There’s just one problem.”
“What’s that?”
“There are cameras.” He points, and I swivel around and find the little device, actually several of them.
“Well shit.” I look back to him. “How’d they do it?”
He’s grinning despite the situation. “We were at a different venue. Less security.”
Laughing, I take a seat next to him. “So I pulled you out here for nothing?”
“Nah. I’m glad to have you all to myself, even if it means keeping my hands off of you.”
“I was looking forward to your hands being on me.”
“Me too.” He places his palm across my thigh, fingers splayed out, so they curl around the sides. He tips his head back to the sky and his eyes flutter closed for a moment.
He’s such a beautiful man. Masculine and rough, but beautiful. I rest my head against his shoulder, and he wraps his arm around my waist.
It isn’t what I had in mind, but sitting under the stars and just being with him is still better than almost anything else I can imagine doing right now.
I can just hear the music inside, the guitar and heavy drums. Turning to face Archer, I place my legs over the top of his. The tips of his fingers move under my skirt. Not as high as we both wish they were, but enough to make my stomach flutter with excitement for later.
“I think I could sit with you anywhere, any time and feel like the luckiest guy in the world.”
“Yeah, me too.” Though I had definitely imagined us out here doing something.
“I have something for you.” He shifts so he can reach into his pocket.
“You do?” I ask, even as he pulls out a small gold bracelet.
“It’s not wrapped or anything, but I saw it today and thought of you.”
He drops the jewelry in my hand. I run a fingernail over the thin chain and the small ballet shoe charm.
“You replaced my bracelet.” And it looks way more expensive than the original. I think it’s the first time a man has given mea gift outside of holidays or my birthday, and I’m at a loss for words.
