Inked

Chapter 7

Harley: These tacos look amazing

Bentley: They are amazing. Take a bite.

             They eat, and talk, and before they know it, it's almost midnight. Bentley stands and pulls you up. Folding the blanket and you both walk back toward his car. He opens the passenger door for you and shuts the door after you get in. He climbs into the driver's side and turns the car on. He glances at you, the air standing still, your heart thumping in your ears. Then like a rubber band pulled too tightly, you snap. You reach across, taking his face between your hands and kiss him deeply.

Bentley: Mmmmmm.....

             Your tongues dance and you lightly suck on his bottom lip.

Bentley: Ohhh....fuck....Harley....

                His hands are on your waist and he is pulling you onto his lap. He pushes the seat all the way back as you straddle him. You are both breathing heavily.....kissing passionately and your hands are wandering.

Harley: Mmmmmm....Bentley.....

              Your hands ball up in his hair and he groans deep in his throat as his mouth moves to your neck where he kisses and licks. When he sucks your skin gently, a loud moan escapes.

Harley: MMMM......Oh my god....

               You both pull away breathless and he smiles softly.

Harley: Oh.....um....I....a...um...

             Bentley chuckles and places you back in your seat and buckles you in.

Bentley: Let's get you home.

Harley: ....okay.....

                                                                                             45 minutes pass

                They arrive outside the complex. Bentley puts the car in park and kisses your knuckles.

Bentley: Can I see you again?

Harley: Of course.

                  Harley smiles slightly

Harley: When?

Bentley: Friday night? 9pm? I want to make you dinner. Tristan will be out.

Harley: Ok.....that sounds lovely.

                   Bentley smiles and kisses her cheek lightly

Bentley: See you Friday? Text me anytime.

Harley: Ok. See you then

               Harley kisses his cheek and gets out of the car where she walks inside. She immediately gets ready for bed.

                                                                                    Monday morning 4am

               Harley gets ready for work quietly and slips out the door.

                                                                                 An hour later

                 Harley walks out and into the Chocolate Factory.

Harley: Hello. I'm Harley, this is my first day.