This is probably the last Ghost/Macy scene you’ll have for a while, as it’s getting hard to find anything at this point that doesn’t give away stuff I’d rather keep under wraps. To set this up a little, this is a scene near the beginning. Our hero and heroine have just been caught by their friends in the backseat of his car outside a bar. They aren’t quite in a compromising position, but almost. ;-) Enjoy.
“Oh my God! Were you getting it on?” Candace shrieked loud enough for the entire parking lot to hear as soon as Seth pushed the door open.
“Well, not anymore, thank you. Jesus, what kind of friend are you?”
Macy threw back her head and giggled. It must look really bad, with her straddling him like this, but at least they’d stopped when they did. Except…dammit! She’d never put her panties back on. That God his hoodie was big enough to hide anything that might still be on display.
“Is it safe?” Brian asked from an area near the back of the car.
“Yes, they’re clothed, at least.”
He appeared next to his girlfriend. “Hey, man, we’re ready to jet. But Candace’s car has a dead battery. Do you have cables?”
“Do I have cables. You know what’s pathetic? That you don’t have cables. Have I not taught you anything?”
Macy didn’t miss Candace’s little grin as she extricated herself from the car so Seth could get out. Immediately, she staggered on her weak knees, which she knew had very little to do with the beer she’d imbibed and everything to do with what he’d just done to her. Seth reached out to steady her, his knowing gaze holding hers for a moment longer than necessary. Cold air tickled the bare heat between her legs and she shuddered.
“You straight?” he asked. She nodded, suddenly feeling shy under the scrutiny of their friends. As she was about to glance away, she noticed the white writing on his black T-shirt, visible now that he wasn’t wearing his hoodie. It read Why can’t you all die and leave me alone?
Macy frowned. Jesus. Couldn’t take him anywhere. But then public appearances probably wouldn’t be part of this deal, anyway.
Any relationship between them would be founded on nothing but sex. Raw, hotter-than-hell sex. It was all they had, really—this blazing chemistry that turned all her once coherent thoughts into grainy mush.
Was there anything really wrong with that, though? All her life she’d prepared herself for The One, and subsequently examined each potential relationship only for its capacity to become something enduring. It didn’t have to be that way. Seth was a guy she wouldn’t want to be with long-term, and it was probably a good thing because he didn’t strike her as the relationship type anyway. But damn, he made her hormones growl.
Even now, her gaze clung to him. Maybe that had always been the case, but it was ten times worse at the moment. She was fidgety, empty, unsatisfied. Still aching, still trembling deep inside. She should’ve asked him what time he would get off, and if she could get him off soon after.
He and Brian set about their task of jumping off Candace’s car, and Macy found herself laughing with the other girls at their banter, especially when Ghost made the crack about Brian and Candace being so into each other even their vehicles were copulating. They had her car up and running in no time. Then the lovebirds spent a good five minutes saying their overly affectionate farewells, even though they were only parting for the few minutes it would take to drive back to their apartment in separate rides.
Damn. All her friends were going to go home and get laid. Macy was in for yet another long, lonely night if she didn’t do something. Seth had already grown exasperated with his friends’ exuberance and headed back to his car. She took a deep, fortifying breath and followed him.
He glanced back at her as he popped open the driver’s side door. Without hesitating, she walked up to him and put her arms around his neck. “Thank you.”
“For what?” he asked, sounding genuinely puzzled. Seriously?
“For making me feel a whole lot better.”
His mouth found her ear, sending a chill skittering down her spine when he flicked the lobe with his tongue. When he spoke, the warmth of his breath only intensified the sensation. “How ’bout I call you later tonight?”
Giddiness erupting inside her, she nodded into his shoulder, then stepped back and realized she was still wearing his hoodie. “Oh, here.” As her hand came up to take it off, he caught it with his own.
“Looks better on you. Stay warm.” So what if it had a big white skull with flaming eyes on the back and her fingers didn’t reach the end of the sleeves? It smelled like him, and that was so good she might just sleep in the damn thing from now on. With one final dazzling grin, he dropped into the driver’s seat. She’d begun to shuffle over to her friends when his voice called her back.
Desperately trying to hide her own smile, she glanced back.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.”