Page 9 of Knox Academy Omnibus
“That’s…” she seems lost for words. Her fingers tentatively reach out and trace the colourful design across my arm. I rotate it so she can see the underside design and her touch ignites goosebumps all along my skin. “Are they all gone now? The old ones, I mean.”
“Almost,” I tell her sadly. “Not everything can be atoned for so easily.”
Whoa that got heavy, fast. To lighten the mood I decide to entertain her with some of the more harmless stupid shit I did when I was younger. She laughs and giggles at everything I tell her, but it’s an easy, genuine joyful sound. Not someone who’s simply trying to flirt or get in my good graces. I like it. I like her.
Some time, and several drinks later, my phone buzzes. I see a message flash up on the screen from Jessica. I read it quickly and see that she’s seriously pissed. Why is she mad at me? She was the no-show. I rattle off a quick reply and then my phone starts to ring. I silence it. I don’t want to speak to her or hear her excuses about her car or being at the wrong location.
“It’s getting late,” Amelie says when I slam my phone down on the table. I can hear the sad reluctance in her voice. I feel the same. I’m not ready for the evening to end either. “I should go.”
“You could stay,” I blurt out impulsively, knowing that the pub has rooms.
“Thanks, but I do have to get home.” She smiles easily as she gives the rebuff. “But maybe we can do this again?”
“Sure. Give me your number,” I reply, pulling out my phone and quickly saving her digits as she rattles them off. As she stands to leave, I join her and silently walk her out.
Once we’re outside the pub, she leans back for a moment against the rough brick wall. I unlock my car and as the headlights flash, her eyes light up.
“Nice car!” she beams.
“Really?” I ask in disbelief. Everyone’s always getting at me for driving a rust bucket, but it’s a classic and I love it.
“Absolutely! She’s a beauty. Are you restoring her?”
I smile at the way Amelie immediately personifies my car, makes it female and in need of TLC.
“That’s the plan. I’m not getting very far at the moment. Sometimes I wonder if I should cut my losses and trade it in for something more reliable,” I confess.
“Don’t you dare! I would kill to restore a car like this. Don’t give up on her. She’ll be patient and wait for you, so long as you don’t let her down.”
It’s kind of sweet how adamant she is that I stick with the car, and I find myself being persuaded to do exactly as she says. I smile when I consider Jessica’s juxtaposing attitude towards my choice in transport.
“Can I give you a ride?” I offer and she grins at my inadvertent innuendo, then shakes her head.
“I live so close by, I can be home before you’ve even got your seatbelt on,” she jokes.
“Okay,” I stall, wondering what to say. I don’t want her to go. Fuck it. I know what I want to do.
I move in front of her and as she starts to push off from the wall, I gently press her back up against it. My lips descend on hers and capture them easily between my own. She makes no sound or move to protest, so that gives me the green light to goahead and kiss her. I’ve been wanting to all night, so the only thing that would stop me at this point is if she pushed me away.
Her hands come up to tangle in the front of my t-shirt, but she doesn’t push, she pulls me in closer. When our chests meet she gives a soft little sigh and opens her mouth to deepen the kiss. I slide my tongue into her mouth, loving how she tastes of bourbon and not a sickly sweet sugary cocktail. She meets my kiss with enthusiasm, arms coming up to lock around my neck. I love how she has to rise up on her tiptoes to meet me.
I decide to give her a hand. I grab her waist and hoist her up against me, before moving my hands to cup and squeeze her shapely ass. I’m vaguely aware, as she wraps her legs around my waist and hooks her ankles together, that this is no longer a polite goodnight kiss. We’re making out against the pub in plain sight of anyone who comes by. And I don’t give a shit. My dick stirs and hardens as Amelie begins to grind against me. I wish she was wearing a skirt. That way I could easily check if she’s as turned on by me as I am by her.
I break away from her lips, but remain close, determined to go back for more. We’re both breathing hard, and where we’re pressed against one another so closely, our chests touch with every exhale, like a carefully choreographed dance.
I kiss my way along her jaw, and bite lightly at her throat as I make my way down it. She moans again and my hard dick jerks in response. Fuck, I wish she wasn’t leaving.
“Well...that was…” she stammers.
“Yeah,” I add. I’m seconds away from begging her to reconsider spending the night with me.
“So…” she stalls.
“I’ll text you. We should do this again,” I say. I mean the whole evening, not just the kiss, but she laughs.
“Count me in.” She smirks.
She leans forward, gives me a quick peck on the cheek and then slides out from between the wall and my body. “Goodnight, Sawyer,” she calls as she disappears into the darkness.
