COLE
How I’d let Max talk me into attending the ten-year high school reunion was beyond me. It wasn’t even that he wore me down by persistently asking. He’d done exactly the opposite, not once mentioning it, although we’d spent every day together since having sex on the rooftop. I’d even shown up at his garage yesterday to see what was so special about the place that he refused to pursue his music. From what I’d seen, he enjoyed working with his hands, getting grease beneath his fingernails, sweating like a pig.
I grudgingly admitted he seemed quite good at what he did. Plus, overalls had never looked as sexy as they did on him.
He’d whispered the filthiest thing in my ear that if I hung around after everyone left, he would let me fuck him in his office over his desk. It didn’t quite happen that way, though. Neither of us had lube. I’d let him suck me off first. Then I’d bent him over the desk and, with my spit, fingered him until he shot his load over the floor.
We’d gone back to his place, watched a movie around two boxes of pizza and apple cider he’d bought at the festival. When the movie finished, we’d argued about the ending. Then he’d challenged me to play video games. I’d crushed him. To cut my gloating short, he’d straddled my lap and ridden my dick down to a nub.
Spent, we’d watched another movie while I pretended not to notice him glancing at me every so often. I’d silently begged him not to ask me to the school reunion again, and the weirdest thing had happened. He hadn’t. Like he’d never really wanted to in the first place but had done it out of obligation.
As I’d said good night, I’d told him the good news. I’d go with him to the reunion. I’d expected him to back out and say he wasn’t really serious about us. That there was no way he would be okay with people from our year group knowing we were sort of an item after the way he’d treated me.
He’d surprised me by fist pumping the air, then kissed me good night.
He must have rigged the whole thing and made me agree without asking me.
“Give it a rest, Gladys,” I said as my grandaunt snapped another picture of me. “This isn’t prom.”
“Oh, hush. You spoiled my moment by not going to your prom, so give me this. You look so handsome.”
The doorbell rang. I sprang to my feet and hurried from the living room. “There’s Max now. Don’t wait up.”
“Door locks at eleven.” She followed me into the hall. For an older gal with “bad knees,” she sure could move fast.
“Haha, very funny. I’m not eighteen anymore.”
I opened the door. Max stood on the porch, looking drop-dead gorgeous in a pair of close-fitting jeans and a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Of course, this would be his semiformal look. Did he have to pull it off so well?
“Cole, wow,” he said.
“Yeah, I know. I look overdressed when standing next to you.” I’d taken semiformal literally, wearing dress pants with a checkered vest over a long-sleeved shirt. My dress shoes shone like the gleam in his eyes.
“Actually, I was going to say you look amazing. Maybe I should have dressed up. I’m gonna look like your poor cousin.”
“No need to change.” I’d be damned if I spent another minute with Gladys so he could swap outfits. I looked over my shoulder. Gladys stood behind me with her camera ready. “All right. Just one more pic.”
“Then make it good. Get closer.” She fanned her hand to indicate that I should shift to the left. Max slipped a hand around my waist, startling me. I glanced up at him, and he stared back, his eyebrows arched as if asking me if there was a problem.
“Perfect. Just like that.”
Gladys snapped way more than one photo, but Max’s mesmerizing blue eyes held me in a trance.
“Maybe I can get one where you kiss—”
Trance broken.
“Let’s go, Maxxy.” I dashed down the steps. “Gladys, go to bed early. You know, your knees.”
“I’ll do just that.”
I shook my head. I had a feeling she would be off to the strip club as soon as we’d left. The bouncers really needed to stop letting her in, but they found humor in the situation. The women who worked at the Pink Lips were only too happy to give her a lap dance too.
Jesus, this town.
I’d forgotten how fun it could be. Not because there were a million and one things to do. Atlanta was far more active, but that never mattered to me. I wasn’t a social butterfly. No, the people of Rosewood Pines made the town interesting.
I walked outside but stopped dead in my tracks. A black limousine was parked in the driveway. “Max.” I hissed. “What did you do?”
“Thought we could ride together in style.”
“It’s too much.”
“Come on, Cole. We never got a chance to do prom together. Let me have a little fun with it.”
I hated those puppy dog eyes of his. This powerful, virile man didn’t have any business looking so damn cute when he pulled his brows together like that.
“Fine, but don’t forget. I say when we leave.”
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