Classic (Adrenaline Book 1) by Xavier Neal Page B

because I have a job and class and a life that's going on....”
     
    Shut up. I know I don't have a life, but he doesn't have to know that.
     
    “Two, because I think it's good for you to not get everything you want when you want it.” The words seem unexpected to hear from the way his eyebrows briefly furrow.
     
    Believe me, I wanna cave. I want him in all these dirty little ways, just to see what it's like, but I'm not stupid. Well, not that stupid. Guys like this always get what they want eventually. I may not have an entourage of friends, but I've seen it happen anyway. A little challenge might keep him around long enough for me to actually finish my project. Though I gotta work on the letting him kiss me thing. I'm not good at resisting that yet.
     
    Merrick holds his tongue for a few more moments before he asks, “What time do you get out of class?”
     
    “11:30.”
     
    “I'll be there at 11:31,” he states strongly. “Just in case your professor is late letting you out.”
     
    I smile at his response, lean up, plant a kiss on his cheek, and whisper in his ear, “I'll see you then.”
     
    Letting his hand go, I turn and walk away without another glance at him.
     
    If I look at him again before I get to my front door, I know it's not gonna stop with a look.
     
    “Night Jovi,” he calls out.
     
    Once I reach my front porch and glue my hand to the door knob, I finally take him in one final time. His relaxed position hasn't changed, but something has. Could be the way his blue eyes seem even more luminous now, or how his smile seems more at ease, or just the simple fact I think his heart might be thrumming as hard as my own.
     
    With a deep exhale, I sigh back, “Good night, Merrick.”
     
    And what a good night it is...
     

Merrick
     
     
    Thank fuck it's Friday. This week has dragged much like nuts. I can't even remember the last time I waited this long for anything. As much as it's sucked, it's been kind of refreshing. Jovi and I've spent these last few days texting back and forth, plus instead of looking for something to pass my time doing, I have something. Sketching how I wanna paint her is definitely time consuming. Hell, she's time consuming. Fuck that. Just consuming. She's got me so engrossed in everything about her, I forget to come up for air.
     
    “And I'm out.” I drop my tool back in the box. “I gotta shower.”
     
    Drew slides out from underneath the car he's working on. “Where are you going?”
     
    Out of the triplets, Drew is the oldest and never fails to step into Madden's over-sized father figure shoes while he's gone.
     
    “Out.” My reply causes him to scowl.
     
    J Money uses his dark brown hand to tip up his snap back from the chair he hangs out in. “Mid-day ass?”
     
    Doesn't know dick about cars, but loves to be around them.
     
    With a chuckle I shrug. “Not exactly.” When J Money scrunches his eyebrows I add, “Date. I've got a lunch date.”
     
    “A McCoy with a date,” his smooth voice mocks. “That sounds like something that's said before the apocalypse starts.”
     
    “Or a zombie virus outbreak,” Knoxie adds from under the hood of a different car.
     
    “Thanks Knox,” I say to her.
     
    “Who's the chick?” Drew looks unamused.
     
    Let's not go into details, shall we?
     
    When I don't reply he asks, “Does Madden know?”
     
    “Do I have to announce every time I'm trying to get my dick touched?” My defensive response allows for a swift change in subject. “Speaking of Madden, where is he?”
     
    “You didn't hear?” Destin, the youngest of Triple D, comes out of the office with his tablet in his hand. “Ben was arrested out in Rotcod last night.”
     
    “What?” Surprised, I take a couple steps closer. “What was he arrested for?”
     
    “Speeding.” Destin rolls his eyes. “He was racing some jackass on the highway, caught a cops attention. Madden went to get him and see how many strings he can pull to help him