Blaine (West Norton Boys Series Book 2)

by Dawn Doyle

  The only thing I could think of was that he knew about Blaine and me—not that there was anything to know—because since that night, our two shifts together were too close for comfort, and that was just his proximity to me.

  “Hi, Blaine,” I said, slowly approaching him as he stared at a downward angle. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

  His face turned toward me, and his narrowed, yet fiery eyes widened. “Robyn?”

  I tried to smile, but it felt more like a grimace while the rest of me cringed, my urge to curl over growing stronger the longer he gazed at me. “Yeah. Um, I’ve never seen you here before, do you have a relative here?” Fuck. What I really wanted to ask was who that girl was, and what did she say that had pissed him off so damn much?

  Blaine quickly glanced back over his shoulder as though searching for someone, then to me again. “Yeah.” My eyes lowered to his mouth, and the corners of his lips began to curl up. Instantly, I darted my tongue out over mine as they did, remembering how they felt, even for just that brief moment. “You?”

  I cleared my throat and tore my eyes from his delicious lips, looking up into his blue pools. All traces of his anger had gone, and he’d turned his body fully toward me, seemingly closer than before. My heart skipped, then raced so fast I became almost breathless, my short pants disguised by the sounds of Jailhouse Rock coming through the speakers. “Uh, yeah. My great Uncle Lauge is a resident here.”

  His chin lifted. “Lauge? The guy in the wheelchair?”

  I beamed, laughing in disbelief. “Yeah. Do you know him?”

  Blaine seemed to be in thought, a smile threatening on his lips as he did. He shook his head. “No, I just met him when I got here ten minutes ago.” He looked over his shoulder once more and then back to me. “Do you think you’ll be missed if you leave for a while?”

  I scanned the room and spotted a wide-eyed Ella pointing furiously toward the back of the hall. I followed her gesture and saw Mica walking toward Aunt Joan and his grandfather. “No, not at all,” I rushed out, grabbing his hand quickly. “Let’s go.”

  I walked ahead, my feet moving as quickly as I could in my heeled shoes. What I would’ve given for my sneakers at that moment because it took far too long for my liking to get out of there.

  Blaine’s hand was warm, his palm against mine like they were made to fit together, and my stomach somersaulted at that thought. My hormones were behaving like a high-schooler, all over the place and running wild at just the idea of the cute boy kissing me again.

  I was a damn mess, and I’d held his hand for barely a minute. I must’ve been desperate for the contact because I was craving more and more. My mind conjured up images of sliding his black tie from around his neck and opening each button on his white shirt to see what was underneath…

  “Robyn.”

  Blaine’s gruff tone had me halting my feet, but my runaway thoughts dived further into the gutter.

  God, I am desperate.

  “Yeah?” I turned to face him, standing a few feet from my small car. “What’s up?”

  “Where are you taking me?” His sexy voice shook as he chuckled at the same time. “And where’s the fire?”

  Inside me and I need you to put it out.

  I swallowed hard as some of that fire shot up into my face, causing my cheeks to flame. “Just away from the loud music,” I said with a shrug.

  Blaine laughed again and took a step closer to me, warmth radiating from him and burning me from the outside in, running right down into our still-joined hands. “The music’s not that loud.” He was right. The thumps of the bass weren’t even loud enough to tell what kind of song was playing. “If you’re leading me somewhere private to take advantage of me, then you only had to say so.” My mouth popped open, causing him to grin widely and pump his eyebrows. “Just tell me where.”

  “I’m not… I don’t… what the hell?” I lifted my free hand and covered my face, stopping myself from blurting out something stupid and stuttering more than I already was. I blew out a long breath before removing my hand, finding that he was leaning forward and studying me closely. “What are you doing?” I whispered.

  “I’m looking at you,” he replied, his gaze switching between my eyes, down to my mouth, then over my cheeks. “You’re definitely blushing.”

  “That sometimes happens when somebody is staring right at you,” I replied, grateful I didn’t fall over my words. “And that’s what you’re doing.”

  He slowly shook his head, his gaze never leaving me. “I don’t believe that for a second…Robyn.”

  And just like that, the way he said my name, I melted. I took a sharp breath when he glanced to my mouth again.

  What the hell was happening to me? I’d never once reacted to a guy in this way like just his presence turned me into a wreck, his voice had me weak at the knees, and under his gaze, I lit up like a fucking flare in the midnight sky. Whatever it was, though, it was addictive, and I needed more—a fix.

  I took a step closer, tilting my head back to look up into Blaine’s eyes. “Why did you want me to leave with you?” I asked, flinching when his thumb stroked over mine. I wondered if it was just me who was feeling whatever it was between us, my insecurity rearing its ugly head, telling me I was imagining the way he looked at me. My heart was thudding so hard, my vision jumped with each beat. “Why do you call cabs from Alpha when you could get one closer? Better yet, why call a cab when you have a car?” That still didn’t make sense to me. I would drive his baby every chance I got if it were mine.

  Blaine smiled, his lips gradually parting until I could see his straight teeth. “Because I want to.”

  “And do you always do what you want to do?” I countered, dropping my gaze to his inviting mouth.

  He nodded, his grin widening. “Definitely.” His tongue ran over his lower lip, then disappeared back inside. “And right now, I wanna kiss you.”

  My insides pooled at my feet, turning me into a gooey mess that was so cliché I wanted to slap myself.

  “Robyn!”

  We both turned to the person yelling my name from the doorway, finding a furious Mica standing with his arms folded across his chest, glaring at us with hatred filling his scrunched expression, his lips pursed in a violent scowl.

  Blaine dropped my hand, and I felt the cold rush over me from the loss of him. But, just as quickly as he’d let me go, he lifted his arm and slung it over my shoulders.

  “Oh, hey, dude,” Blaine said, waving his hand like they’d known each other for a long time. “I didn’t know you were here. If I had, I’d have come over to say hi, catch up, see how it’s hanging.”

  Even with the distance between us, I could see Mica’s jaw flexing as he gritted his teeth. “Robyn, are you coming back inside?” he ground out.

  “No, not yet,” I replied, which earned me a raise of his eyebrows.

  “Your aunt has been looking for you, and she got worried when she couldn’t find you anywhere.”

  What a crock. “Ella’s there,” I said, gesturing to the building, calling out his bullshit. It seemed to piss him off more because he took a few steps toward us.

  As if sensing Mica’s aggression, Blaine pulled me closer to his side. It was bad of me to like it, but I did. My entire body relaxed into him, curving against his torso and hip as though I were made of liquid rubber, forming effortlessly to his shape.

  “Come back inside,” Mica said again, pointing to the doors. “Lauge needs you.”

  “I’ll tell you what,” Blaine said to Mica while lifting his other hand and tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear, causing me to hold my breath. “You go in and tell them Robyn’s busy getting her happy on. I’m sure that’s what they’d want for her?”

  Mica scowled again, then snorted dryly. “Happy on? Are you serious?”

  “Not right now,” Blaine said, rubbing his chin. “But the night is young.” His hold on me tightened. “I can get down and deadly serious when I need to be.”

 
My eyes bugged and my head whipped toward his face. Had he just insinuated we were going to have sex? That thought hadn’t been far from my thoughts on many occasions, but to hear him say it out loud, my stomach clenched with need.

  Mica glared at me again. “So, you’re staying out here with him?”

  He was seriously pissing me off. It was getting to the point that I might have to look for yet another job, leaving Aunt Joan short on staff. But I knew I couldn’t leave her because I needed her for my case. She was responsible for me until I was off probation, and I had less than six month to go. Working there was the least I could do, but something had to be done about Mica; he was getting out of control.

  “They can cope without me for a while, Mica,” I snapped. “I’ll be back inside when I’m ready.”

  “Don’t think you can get away with this,” Mica spat, jabbing his finger at Blaine. “I know what you’re after.”

  Blaine laughed, like what Mica had said was a hilarious joke, but there was also something in the way he did, too. “And what exactly is it I’m after?” He lifted the hand that was still draped over me, then let it fall again.

  “Blaine,” I warned, wrapping my arm behind his tight waist, but it was no use. The pissing contest had already begun, but it was all one-sided, the single contender beginning to lose his shit as he stared at us.

  “You’re over there, and I’m here. It looks like I got exactly what I’m after.” Blaine hooked his finger under my chin and turned my face to his, then dipped his head. His lips pressed softly against mine for just a second. He stared into my eyes, and I was lost all over again, the world outside my bubble ceasing to exist. “And that’s just the beginning,” he whispered against my lips.

  “Fuck you!” Mica yelled, throwing his fist through the air. He turned around and stormed inside, the door closing softly behind him.

  “Are you okay?” Blaine asked.

  I blinked quickly, pulling myself together before I blurted out to him that I wasn’t done and to kiss me again. “Yeah,” I replied, nodding.

  “What the fuck is his problem?”

  I hesitated, not knowing how to tell him. It wasn’t serious, but I didn’t want Mica’s reaction to put him off whatever was happening between us. “Uh, he asked me out, and I turned him down. When you came into the shop, he was…jealous.”

  He pumped his eyebrows. “He saw how you looked at me and freaked out.”

  Oh my god.

  I wanted to hide my face, the sheer embarrassment taking over once more. “Uh, kinda,” I finally admitted. It was pointless denying it; it was so fucking obvious when all I did when I looked up at him was turn all shades of red.

  “Come on.” He dropped his arm and took my hand, leading me to a black car, the same sweet ride that had been parked outside his house, the one that beckoned me over with its sleek, shiny paint.

  “Where are we going?” I asked as he opened the passenger door. I got inside without waiting for his answer, the interior of the sporty ride calling me.

  He shut the door and jogged around the hood, getting into the driver’s side. “Not far, but not too close he can disturb us again.”

  My insides somersaulted, a strange burn filling me and taking over, surging through my veins. But, it wasn’t fear, it was something else, and something I knew too well, the same feeling I got whenever I clicked my belt into place, revved my engine and waited for the light to turn green so I could floor the gas and sear the ground with my tires. I was excited.

  Blaine

  What the fuck was I doing?

  Driving out of the parking lot with Robyn, the sexy as hell girl I’d met over a fucking phone call, that’s what, and it felt fucking great. Holding her hand felt right, and pulling her to my side, feeling how she fit against me felt natural. I was usually happy on my own, with me liking my space unless the situation called for a super close encounter. Then, I would be more than happy to get acquainted, but with Robyn… Fuck, I didn’t know what the hell had gotten into me. The way she looked up at me, her slender body closing in against mine made my cock stand to attention, straining behind my zipper. It was a good thing I’d decided to wear jeans. My dick could only be contained so much, and in slacks, there was no way in hell he was gonna be kept down.

  I inhaled deeply trying to get my head straight, but all I did was breath in Robyn’s sweet perfume, the scent driving me fucking crazy like it had when she’d picked me up in the middle of crime central, population two, and I was the fucking president.

  “I love your car,” she said, her raspy voice causing me so much pain down south I had to shift in my seat, adjusting the jewels. “I bet it goes zero to sixty in five-point-six, right?”

  All thoughts of bending her over the hood of my car were forgotten as I snapped my eyes to her, then the road. “It does, actually. How did you know that?” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her playing with her fingers in her lap, grasping the pale-blue of the skirt that reminded me of the she-devil that had turned up.

  Shit, did Robyn see her? Of course she fucking did, we were right in plain fucking sight, just like Darcy always wanted to be.

  “I like cars,” Robyn said quietly. “And this is no exception.” As though she couldn’t help herself, she ran her fingers over the silver trim of the doors, then over to the dash. “Do you ever top out?” Her voice trailed off as though in a dream-like state.

  “Occasionally,” I replied, looking back and forth between her profile and the road. I came to a red light and took full advantage of the pause. I turned in my seat to take in anything I’d missed the day I’d finally seen her in Thorsty For Coffee.

  Her nose sloped down and tilted up the tiniest bit at the end, making her fucking adorable and scorching hot at the same time. Her cheeks were dusted in pale freckles over her creamy skin, which had returned to its natural color from the pink it had been before. Her lashes curled up, long and thick, with just a little bit of makeup coating them. I lowered my gaze to the outward curve of her chest, then down to her smooth legs. They would definitely look awesome wrapped around me, and I had every intention of making that happen, no matter how long I had to wait.

  I snapped my eyes back to the road just in time for the lights to change. I’d paid way more attention to detail than I would normally and it scared the shit out of me. Details I remembered were scarce, save for the odd tattoo, a piercing… But these details I wanted to take in again and again, and this girl was the one to make me take notice.

  “Where?”

  I cleared my throat while adjusting myself yet again. “Uh, quiet parts of the highway, unused commercial areas, that sort of thing.”

  And most of the time, not in my own car.

  I hadn’t boosted in a few days, but that break was almost at an end and I’d have to get off the radar until my job was done.

  “Oh.” Robyn sat up in her seat and looked around. “Blaine, can I ask you something?”

  “As long as it involves you and me, then shoot.” I winked and shot her a smile.

  “Um, you didn’t answer my question earlier.”

  “Why do you work two jobs?” I countered.

  “You first,” she said. “You answer my question, and I’ll answer yours.”

  “You really wanna know?” I slowed down to make the turn toward the old warehouse at the dock, the land free from rubble and a great place to let off steam. I hadn’t had the guys with me in a while. Nate was the last to get rid of a boost with me, and he’d long stopped being okay with me slamming my wheeled girl hard, taking her rough around the bends until my heart was in my throat.

  “I do.”

  I could feel her deep eyes on me, waiting for my answer. Fuck, I wanted to tell her the truth, but my snarky side always came out. I couldn’t stop him; it was a natural reflex to being questioned. “Clark was supposed to be my crime-fighting partner, but you make more sense—being Robyn to my Batman and all.”

  “Blaine, I’m being serious,” she chided.

 
I pressed my head back into the seat rest and blew out a long breath. “I like you.” Admitting that was as hard as I thought, the words sounding alien coming from my mouth, even though it was pretty fucking obvious. “That’s why I wanted you to get out of that place with me.” Shit, I couldn’t look at her. Usually, if I thought a girl liked me, I would be staring, enjoying how she would react to me doing so, getting off on the fact that I could make her blush in an instant. But that had become so fucking boring a long time ago. I knew what they wanted, and I gave them exactly that until they wanted more. That wasn’t happening.

  My gut churned thinking that this could be just the usual. It wasn’t what I wanted, though, not this time.

  “Who was the girl you were talking to?” she asked, breaking my thoughts.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck!

  What the hell did I say to that? Darcy wasn’t somebody I ever wanted to think about, let alone talk about.

  “She’s nobody,” I replied, glancing out of my window. I knew how I would look at any mention of Darcy, and I didn’t want Robyn seeing that—not right now.

  “Were you dating?”

  “What?” I snapped my head to her. “Fuck, no! I wouldn’t touch her if my dick was on fire and she was the only thing that could put it out.” My jaw ached from the pressure of clenching my teeth so fucking hard.

  Robyn smiled, and I swear her eyes lit up like tiny sparkles reflecting off flawless diamonds. “So, I take it I don’t have to worry about her?”

  I slowed down, preparing to take a longer look at the woman beside me, preferring not to get us killed in the process. “No. Why would you worry about her?”

  Fuck, she blushed… Again. I wanted to touch her skin, to see if it was as fiery hot as it looked, then maybe trail my fingers down, exploring how far south that rosy tiny went.

  Her tongue flicked over her lower lip, her eyes dropping to my mouth and my cock flinched in appreciation. “I…like you too,” she said, then closed her eyes. She sucked in a long breath before letting it out. “Fuck, this is ridiculous.” I barely heard her whispers.