Page 30 of Headstrong Like Us

He clutches the back of my neck and draws my mouth closer. “Farrow.” His deep voice is encased in love and need.

Fuck.I restrain myself from touching his chest or even palming his dick.

I’d love to take Maximoff in my mouth and see his cum-face, but we’ve only ever kissed at the aquatic center. Per his rules.

I brush my lips over his lips. Teasingly close.

He breathes, “Blow me.”

My mouth quirks, then flat lines. As entertaining as loosening his tight laces is, I’d rather not pull too hard on these ones. I have a feeling he’d regret hooking up at his workplace, and I’d hate that I tempted him there.

I step back from him. “Okay, Bossy. You can blow me tonight.”

He growls in heavy frustration and annoyance.

I know.

He licks his reddened lips. “I said blowme.”

“I heard you, wolf scout.” I fix my earpiece. “And you can’t have everything you want.”

He smiles, liking that I’m not easy on him, and then he checks the clock on the wall. “Fuck.”

I’ve already seen the time. “We have an hour. Relax, we’ll make it.” We have a cake tasting appointment, and neither of us likes the idea of standing up Jane.

He’s fast to put on clothes in the back of the center, and after we leave the locker room, he zips up his gray motorcycle jacket, and I pass him his helmet.

“Wait, for a second.” I stop him near the bleachers.

He’s impatient, but his gaze cements to my fingers as I dig into my jacket pocket.

I smile. “Hold out your wrist.”

Maximoff extends his arm. “What’d you…?” He watches me buckle a gray paracord bracelet around his wrist. The same exact one I gave him a long time ago, after we watchedMad Max: Fury Road.

The first bracelet burned in the fire.

His eyes redden like he’s remembering the moment.

I thought replacing the gift would help heal what the fire tore through, but now I’m not sure. “What we shared together isn’t lost, Maximoff.”

He nods, his cheekbones sharpening. “I’m just…in my head. Thanks, seriously.” He touches the bracelet on his wrist. “It means a ton.”

I smile with my brows raised. “I know.”

He rolls his head back in exasperation. “It’s like you want me to push you in the pool.” He tries to shove me into the water with a firm hand on my chest, but I seize his waist and step into his build. Our hands shift and boots squeak on the tile, playing around. We’re both smiling.

“We know who’s stronger,” I say matter-of-factly.

“Me.” He almost has me at the edge of the pool, each of us still holding our helmets.

“If I go in, wolf scout, I’m taking you with me.”

“Yeah?” His chest rises. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.” Before we can test this, his phone buzzes loudly and incessantly. Cutting into the moment.

“Raincheck?” I tell him.

Maximoff nods, and we back away from the pool and head towards the exit. He’s rigid as he pulls out his cell, and he stops in place. “It’s Charlie.”