She couldn’t hide her grin. “Truth be told, I was very skilled at getting into deep shit myself, no help required.”
A smile flittered across his face. “I figured that much, Grease Barbie.”
They were quiet again, listening to the chatter around them, until they heard Kyra speaking about Amantis, the famous music group she worked for as a dancer. She was their lead choreographer, and in a couple of weeks, they were heading to Alden so that Kyra could teach their dance crew the new choreography for the summer tour.
“Fuck me,” Adrian cursed, breathing out loudly.
“What?”
“Every time someone from Amantis comes for a visit, Alden becomes a mess, with groupies and fans and whatnot on their tail. I’m so not looking forward to that. Impaired, on top of that.”
Rachel liked having Amantis’s members in town—especially Josh, the lead guitarist. They’d turned out to have quite a bit in common, and they’d become good friends since he first came to town a year ago. “The dance crew is discreet. Amantis’s members are too. They come here to unwind. I’m sure they’ll keep a low profile.”
“Yeah, yeah. You’re going to have to be at my beck and call until I’m back on my feet, literally,” Adrian warned her. “So you know, Monday is grocery-shopping day.”
“Anything else?” She and the OGs were indebted to him, so if he required grocery shopping, grocery shopping it would be.
“Probably. Just give me a second to think,” Adrian said. “Can you help me out of this contraption? I need to go to the bathroom.”
She jumped out of the hammock and helped him right himself, then watched how he limped in the direction of the house. She lay down again for quite a long time, until she realized Adrian wasn’t back yet. She scanned the backyard. He wasn’t there, so she got up and headed for the house.
Once inside, she walked toward the only bathroom that was downstairs—until she crashed into a hard chest. Adrian’s.
“You trying to sneak into the bathroom with me?” His tone was amused.
Rachel tried to take a step backward, but Adrian was holding on to her, so she couldn’t. “Please, I was afraid you’d fallen on your face. I already have to be your servant for three weeks. I shudder to think what I would have to suffer if that happened.”
She was probably as red as a frigging tomato, because her face was burning. His arrogant smirk didn’t help matters.
Before she could say anything else, sudden laughter came from the patio doors. Motioning to her to be silent with a finger on his lips, Adrian turned them around and closed the door between them and the newcomers, who went in the kitchen and grabbed something from the fridge. Ice, by the sounds of it.
Rachel was now caged between the door and Adrian, looking into his blue eyes. “Why are we hiding?” she whispered as he turned the lock. “Afraid to be seen with me in a compromising position?”
He snorted softly. “Of course not. And this isn’t a compromising position. This is,” he added, putting his hand in the small of her back and pulling her flush to him. At the sudden movement, she almost lost her balance and grabbed him to steady herself.
She’d known he was fit, but she hadn’t had a chance to cop a feel before and wow, he was ripped, bulging muscles flexing under her touch. She removed her hands and averted her gaze. It didn’t help, though. Her heart was trip-hammering at his closeness and his scent was filling her nostrils. He smelled woodsy. So damn sexy.
Suddenly, the laughter and the sound of ice stopped, and she heard something she didn’t recognize at first. Wait, was that … smooching? Rachel and Adrian looked at each other.
“This may not be the greatest idea,” Sara mumbled in a groan.
“This is a fantastic idea,” XL replied, his voice hoarse. “I want you so fucking badly.”
Rachel saw in Adrian’s face what he was going to do. Before he could come out and make a mess, she covered his mouth with her hand and shushed him.
“Not our business,” she whispered, shaking her head.
“You won’t get further than first base,” Sara warned XL.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” And then the kissing sounds and the panting grew louder. They dropped something to the floor. They didn’t care, though, because they didn’t stop making out.
Rachel wasn’t going to be able to keep Adrian still. So, using the fact that he was injured, she pushed him to sit on the toilet and sat on him, her hand never leaving his mouth. “Not our business, Boomer,” she repeated. “He’s nearly eighteen, and she knows he’s a street thug with multiple arrests under his belt.”
“You’re killing me,” they heard XL say. Steps and then a thump against the door. Their door. “What base is dry humping?”
Adrian closed his eyes and shook his head, but he didn’t look angry now. “I’m so going to kick this punk’s ass,” he mumbled through her fingers.
Sara laughed and groaned at the same time. “Dry humping? Not sure. Should we check the Urban Dictionary?”
“Fuck it, gorgeous. Get your legs around my waist.”
More sounds and moans and rhythmic thumps against the door.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Adrian whispered once Rachel released his mouth. “This is like watching a porn flick in 5D.”
No shit. It was giving her hot flashes to go along with the palpitations she already had from Adrian being so close. “Not seeing it makes the imagination fly.”
“We need to stop,” Sara pleaded between needy whimpers. “Before someone comes in and I get arrested for abusing a minor.”
“The minor is more than willing. Besides, I think he’s doing all the abusing.”
“That’s right,” Adrian muttered.
Some kisses and laughter and then some more cajoling from Sara until XL stopped. Finally, they grabbed the ice and left.
By then, Adrian was sporting a huge erection, on top of which she was sitting.
The silence was deafening.
No point in avoiding the pink elephant. “Is this… thingy poking at my butt because of them?”
He took his time answering. “The soundtrack didn’t help. Neither did you sitting on me and wiggling.”
She moved to stand, but he stopped her. “Stay.” He brushed the tips of his fingers over her face, then his thumbs over her mouth. He leaned into her until they were breathing into each other’s lips.
“What are you doing?” she asked in a frail thread of voice, confused and excited.
“Not sure,” he admitted. Yeah, she could tell. It was in his face. He wanted her and was dumbfounded about it.
Rachel didn’t know whether she should be offended or pleased. Then his cock jerked against her ass. Pleased. She was going to go with pleased and let the chips fall wherever they may. “The beer and the pain medication mixed with the porn soundtrack?”
He laughed softly. “Maybe.” He moved his index finger from her face down to her throat and then to her chest. His touch was barely there, yet it felt like fire marking her. “Before, when I saw you, I used to get aggravated. Now I get…”
“Hard?” she offered.
He nodded. “Very.” His finger was now on her breast, passing over her already puckered nipple.