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Chapter nine

Janae

S hock runs through me when I think about the fact that I’m taking this man I just met to one of my most private places. A place that I’ve never taken anyone else. Shane and I jump into another Uber, giving the driver instructions to where I want to go.

Once the car is going, curiosity gets the best of Shane, when he asks, “Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” I murmur.

“You’re really not going to tell me?”

“Don’t you trust me?”

He taps his finger on his lips while looking up at the roof of the car, pretending to ponder my question. I grin at his antics. “You’re so stupid,” I chuckle at him.

Leaning as far as the seatbelt will allow me into his space, I whisper in his ear, “I promise you’re going to love it.”

Goosebumps break out all over the back of Shane’s neck, and I can’t help but feel a sense of pride in how he’s reacting to me. With that, my brain starts to go into overtime with what all of this could mean and where it might go. He wants me. I want him. Maybe this will work out.

“How did you end up working at a florist shop, Janae?” Shane’s question pulls me out of the spiral I was about to put myself into.

“Last year, I was at school and needed a job. Thankfully, Ed and Millie needed help. They’re the elderly couple that own the shop I work at. They were willing to take a chance on me. I fell in love with making floral arrangements and learning about each flower. And the rest is history.”

“That is lucky. Not everyone finds something they love,” he says.

“What about you?” I ask.

“Football,” he says but doesn’t really explain, leaving me confused.

“Football?” Scrunching up my face, I admit, “I don’t know very much about sports.”

“It’s nothing. I just help out the team. Since I only ever did sports growing up, I thought it would be good to get a job that involved it,” he explains a little more but still doesn’t really say what his role is. I don’t push because this is technically a first date. And who am I to push for more? No one.

“Like a trainer or something?”

“Yeah like that,” he answers.

“Cool. Do you like it?”

“Yeah, it’s fun. I’ve never really been good at anything but football,” he says as he looks out the window.

“You never said if you and your brothers are close now that you’re older?” I ask him trying to get more out of him.

“Yeah, I guess so. We’re just all doing our own thing, catching up when we can.”

Shane falls silent after his confession, deep in thought. Allowing him to brood, I look out the window, watching as we leave the city so the expansive desert is all you can see. Sadness washes over me for a moment as I think about what Shane said about his family. Mine are my best friends. I couldn’t imagine not turning to them when I needed something. And when they can’t help me, I retreat to my one of my favorite places. The desert.

I’ve been to other areas of the United States and nothing compares to the beauty of the Nevada desert. Excitement bubbles within me when I realize that we’re getting close.

The car comes to a stop, and I jump a little in my seat. We both get out of the car and Shane looks around. “Where are we?”

“The best place to see the city lights,” I tell him with a huge smile. “It’s this way.”

I take a few steps toward the path that leads to my secret spot. The orchestra of the night’s sounds fill my ears but all I can focus on is Shane’s footsteps behind me. We come to the edge of the small cliff that overlooks the city, and I take in the view. You can see the outline of the buildings of Vegas, especially the ones that are littered with different colored lights. The spotlight from multiple casinos illuminates the sky. It never gets old.

When you’re down on the Strip, you can feel the energy that it emits, but up here, it feels more like another world. One that is close but you could never really touch.

Shane comes to stand next to me and grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers. “This is beautiful. I can see why you like this spot so much.”

“I found this place when my grandfather died. It helped give me peace. Even though I know it’s not possible, it felt like he spoke to me through the lights of the city, telling me that everything will be okay. Now, this is where I come when I need to get away,” I tell him as I pull his hand down so we can sit on the edge, both of our legs dangling in the air.

“You know I’ve never brought anyone here before?” I whisper, turning toward him. Both of our eyes connect, the air filling with something that I can’t quite put my finger on. I swear the music from the crickets gets louder as he leans into me.

Shane wraps his large hand around the back of my neck and pulls me into him, our lips colliding. And those fireworks from before shoot off once again. It’s as if we can’t get enough of each other, the heat between us rising higher and higher.

With his encouragement, I straddle him, lining up my pussy with his cock through our clothes, rubbing against him as if I was an animal in heat, and fuck, he feels huge. The friction of our jeans adds to the sensation, leaving my clit throbbing, and my pussy drenched.

Our lips haven’t left each other’s since we started kissing, and I swear I could kiss him forever. He’s still holding me by the neck while his other hand rubs up along my spine as if he already owns me. The crazy part is I think he does.

From the moment I met Shane, I knew something was different about him. I was completely and unapologetically myself and he never turned away. We could be quiet and just enjoy each other’s company, no forced conversations, no awkward silences.

Shane is the first one to pull away. “Fuck, I could kiss you forever, baby girl.”

“Funny, I was just thinking the same thing,” I say smiling at him.

I can’t imagine what we must look like, both of our lips swollen and puffy. Our hair and clothes askew from our hands roaming, learning each other’s body. Shane’s cock twitches underneath me and it spurs me on to start thrusting my hips so that my clit rubs along his length. I make sure to do it slow and steady.

“Baby girl,” Shane says in a stern voice. His hands come to my waist, halting my hips from moving any further. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come in my pants. Is that what you want?”

I shake my head, then lean forward once again. He lets out a groan. “No. I want you to come inside me,” I whisper in his ear in my best seductive voice.

“Shit,” he grunts out as he flips me over onto my back, hovering over me with a devilish smile. “Your wish is my command.”