Page 85 of Between Never and Forever
I keep my mouth shut and let her stroke me over my pants, my dick growing with each press of her hand. I drop my head into her hair and inhale, but she smells like hairspray and lavender. I grab her hips and spin her around so she’s facing me, and she throws her hands around my neck. When she kisses me, I kiss her back, and she tastes exactly how she usually does. Her tongue tangles with mine the way it usually does. She whimpers into my mouth the way she usually does.
But nothingfeelsthe way it usually does.
I run my hands down her back and squeeze her ass cheeks before picking her up and setting her on the hood of a car. It’s not hers. It might be Chet’s. She wraps her legs around me as I kiss her jaw, her neck, the swell of her breasts.
“Levi,” she gasps, and I flinch.
Not low and raspy. High and soft.
Not Savannah. Molly.
I growl in frustration and bring my lips back to her mouth, then move my hands to her chest and pinch her nipples through her thin shirt. She moans again and threads her fingers through my hair.
“My place or yours,” she pants out, and I open my mouth to answer, but the words die on my tongue the moment the opening chords filter into the parking lot, lyrics following quickly behind.
Just one more, baby.
Just one more.
Whiskey and orange.
What are we waiting for?
“What the fuck?” I groan, stepping away from Molly and raking a hand down my face.
“What’s wrong?” I can feel her concerned eyes on me, but I can’t focus on anything except the sexy as fuck voice crooning through the speakers right now.
I’m the one who said we were done,
but you’re the one who left.
Which one of us is hurting more now?
C’mon let’s place our bets.
Just one more, baby.
Just one more...
“The Hometown fucking Heartless,” I say, as if that explains everything.
“Oh yeah, I love this song,” Molly says, her voice quickly changing to excited. “I heard Sav Loveless was spotted in Port Town Beanery today. There are pictures all over online. The kid who works behind the counter was even interviewed about her coffee order.”
“What?” My eyes fly open, and I immediately reach for my phone.
“Yeah. A regular latte and a caramel frozen coffee. And six muffins. Weird right? I mean, the latte seems right. But a caramel frozen coffee? For some reason that just doesn’t screamSav Loveless, badass rockstar, ya know?”
“No,” I shake my head, typing into my phone browser, “you said they were online?”
She says something else, but I don’t hear her. I’m too busy flipping through the tons of paparazzi photos of Savannah from today. There are hundreds of them, most of which look exactly the same with just slight differences in her facial expression or body position. There are several zoomed in on that fucking flashy ass ring on her hand.
Molly starts singing along to the song, and I grit my teeth, trying to force the lyrics and melody out of my head so I can focus on the pictures.
There are a few shots where you can kind of see me in the background, but I’m grainy and out of focus. I wasn’t the target. The moment I realize Brynn isn’t in any shots, my shoulders relax briefly, only to tense up again as the song’s bridge starts to play.
“Molly, I’m sorry,” I say on a sigh. “I’m just going to walk home.”
“Oh... Okay, then. Are you feeling alright? Do you need some ibuprofen or something?”
