With her pressed against me and her breath hot and heavy on my neck, I start to feel my jeans getting tighter around the zipper.
Texas arches her eyebrow and tilts her head as she feels me hard up against her, ready for action. “We’ve not eaten yet, Kitt.”
“Sorry. Natural reaction when you’re around.”
“Feed me.” She pouts, pulls back and turns away. “Then, when we’re done, I want to be really dirty everywhere in this suite.”
“Oh, come on,” I groan.
She said it to drive me crazy, and she’s real successful at it. Looking over her shoulder, she blows me a kiss.
Damn.
TEXAS
WEDNESDAY, MAY 20
ATHENS, GREECE
We’d arrived in Greece early in the morning, and I had a rare day alone with Kitt.
After going our separate ways to everyone else, we’re wondering around looking for something to do together.
The sun is blistering above us, and I’m so hot. Not that I care. Hello, date with my rock star.
“So, where to first?” I ask.
He takes my hand and shrugs. “I have no idea. Do we need a plan? I’ve never liked making plans. They usually lead to disappointment.”
“You never planned on being a rock star?” I ask.
“Nope. I was going to be a vet.”
“Really?”
“When I was four, I had a fish, and I was devastated when it died. Figured, if I was a vet, I could bring him back. Only that didn’t happen.”
I roll my eyes. “And you were disappointed?”
“That was the last time I planned anything. The band happened, and I hadn’t planned that.”
“Wow, I never knew you were so deep.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Tex.”
“So, tell me.”
“I’m not allowed some secrets?”
I shake my head. “No. I don’t have any, so why should you?”
“Right. You don’t have any secrets at all? Come on, Texas. Everyone keeps things.”
“Hmm, you’re right.” I hold our connected hands up. “I’ve not told my dad about this.”
“Solid call. I like my dick…almost as much as you seem to.”
Bastard.
Dad won’t castrate Kitt, obviously, but there will be lots of shouting and plenty of disappointment.
To this day, I’ve never done anything to disappoint my dad. I’m good at getting around him, but this is a stretch. He’s not all that happy about me and boys, especially if they’re a couple years older and rock stars. He’s seen too many celebrities behave badly and treat their girlfriends like crap.
Fuck them all. Inconsiderate arseholes.
“We don’t have long before we’re back in England, and we’ll have to tell him.”
“I know,” he replies. “Not looking forward to that, I have to say.”
“You know what we’ll say yet?” Because I bloody don’t.
Kitt and I have been making sure we’re seen together a lot more, but so far, Dad hasn’t pulled me up on it. So, that means, he’s not noticed us growing closer. There’s a fine line between him suspecting our feelings toward each other are changing and him guessing exactly how close we are.
We have to push a little bit harder. But how hard?
Answers on a postcard…
Kitt gives my hand a squeeze. “Now, that I might plan—well, my escape route at least.”
“He’s a pussycat really.”
“Yeah…Tex, when it comes to you, he’s a fucking lion.”
“You could try not hurting me.” Please.
“I don’t intend to.”
I’m not sure if he wants to add a silent, But things happen, in there or not, so I try not to dwell on it.
“Mini golf,” he says.
“What?”
He lifts his chin toward a mini golf course, and it all makes sense.
“Er, sure.”
In all honesty, that sounds bloody awful, but what we do doesn’t matter. It’s nice to be alone and do normal date stuff. Hopefully, no one will recognise us while we’re here. We’re banking on not because of the big sunglasses, but it’s still a risk. He does look different in a long-sleeved shirt. He never wears them, but this way, his ink is covered.
We walk through the entrance and head to the ticket booth.
“Two, please,” Kitt says, pulling some money out of his wallet.
The girl behind the plastic screen doesn’t bat an eyelid. She takes his money and tells us where to get our clubs and where to go. I breathe a little easier, knowing how clueless she is.
“Have you played before?” I ask.
He smirks. “My grandad used to take me when I was a kid.”
“Great. I’m going to lose.”
“Now, that is not the attitude to have, Knight.”
I turn and lift my eyebrow, having an idea. “You’re right. I’m definitely going to win this.”
“Why? What are you planning?” His voice is laced with suspicion.
“Nothing.” Smiling sweetly, I grab a golf club and walk outside.
Kitt follows and walks beside me with his eyes firmly fixed on my face, as if he’s trying to draw the truth out of me.
Not happening, buddy.
“Texas…”
I look up. “Yes? Can I go first?”