Fire In Her Eyes (5 page)

I attempt to kick his ass out of my bed again but he opens his beautiful
pale
blue eyes and rolls on top of me. “I don’t think so, baby girl. I’m not getting kicked out again.” He gives me a smile
with dimples
before giving me a light kiss that makes my toes curl.

When he sits up and gets off the bed I look at him in shock. “That’s it?”

“Yeah, baby girl, that’s it. Get up and get dressed, we are going out today.” He smirks before leaving my room.

I huff before getting out of bed. Maybe I don’t want to go out with him. This spells disaster since we can’t seem to be around each other for five minutes without fighting. I’m not going to lie to myself, though. I really want to see what he has in mind.

After my shower, I put on fresh clothes and pad down the hallway to Spencer’s room.
I open the door, and damn I’m
glad I did! He’s standing in front of his dresser with a towel around his hips and beads of water running down his hard body. I swallow hard, trying to figure out what to say to introduce my intrusion into his room.

He looks up at me and his light blue eyes freeze me to my spot. I’ve never seen so much lust in someone’s eyes before. His black hair falls across those eyes and my fingers itch to brush it away. I swallow hard, once more, and say “I’m ready to go…whenever you are.” I
try to smile, but I’m too busy
staring at him to move my face.

“I can tell. No looking at me like that, baby girl, go wait in the living room. You can have your way with me later.” He
waves his hand, dismissing me.
I quickly turn around and head to the living room.

*****

“So, where are we going?” I ask, sliding into the passenger sea
t of his white Chevy S10. It is
surprisingly clean. My car is a mess, with trash piled up to the seats and clothes all over the back seat. He’s wearing a plain black cotton t-shirt that matches his hair perfect
ly. It also makes his eyes pop.
He’s
got on a pair of low-riding jeans, which make his ass look perfect.

“I was thinking we could catch a movie and get lunch. How does that sound?” Spencer asks as we back out of the driveway. As we head down the road, he puts his hand on my thigh and I shiver. I’m wearing jean shorts so it’s skin on skin. Since
I’m
wearing a silver metallic tank top (that shimmers when I walk), I notice that they are broken out in goose bumps. That’s almost embarrassing.

“That sounds fine as long as we don’t have to watch a chick flick,” I tell him. I’m having a war in my head over whether or not to put my hand on his. I really want to, but I have no clue why.

“You’re not into chick flicks? That’s a relief. My ex-girlfriend dragged me out to see one every week.” He shudders and throws me a wink.

“What happened with her?” I ask. I didn’t even know he had an ex-girlfriend. He never had anything serious in high school.

“Her name is Marissa. I was supposed to stay with her this summer, but she broke up with me right before I was supposed to move into her apartment. She, of course, said it was her and not me. Whatever. Her daddy wasn’t happy that I’m not rich and she is.” He gets scowl on his face. All I
can
think is “what a horrible thing to break up with someone over.”

“Damn, that’s harsh. If I break up with someone, it’s because they aren’t right for me, not because my dad doesn’t like him. Not that I care what he thinks anyway. I’m an adult now. He wouldn’t be in my business in the first place, unless the guy is beating me or something.” He looks at me and gives me a faint smile.

“It really wasn’t a big deal. I wasn’t all that into her. She is a total bitch most of the time. I just thought I would be bored out of my mind this summer.” He winks at me. God, I’m glad it wasn’t serious!

I finally decide to put my hand on his. He curls his fingers with mine. I smile to myself and revel in this small
act and how it feels so right.
We drive in comfortable silence the rest of the way to the movie theater.

We pick out some random zombie flick and sit in the back. Spencer raises the arm rest between us and I cuddle into his side without him having to say anything.

The movie was really good. I’m a sucker for a good zombie flick. I’m really surprised that Spencer didn’t try anything. There were only two other people in the theater. He totally could have gotten to third base!

Walking out of the movie, he asks me “Where do you want to eat?”

“I don’t care. I’m fucking starving, though. I could eat anywhere right now.” My stomach growls to put my point across.

He chuckles and grabs my hand pulling me out to his truck. We go through a drive-thru at some random fast food place. Then we go to the park and sit at one of the tables to eat.

Spencer

I honestly thought that today was going to b
e weird, but it’s been far from
it. If there is silence, neither one of us feels likes it should be filled with stupid nothings or small talk. It’s nice. Harley is such a wonderful change from Marissa, who talked nonstop about anything and everything. I’m also surprised we haven’t fought. Here’s hoping that doesn’t change.

“So, I’m wondering why you decided to take me on this date,” she says to me. We sit on the tabletop facing the pond to watch the ducks swimming.

“I took you on a date because I want to move on from the past. I want you to see that we can be go
od together. I know you’re going to
try to run from me; that’s just who you are.” I take a bite of my burger and wait for her response.

“I’m not going to
run from anything. There’s nothing to run from. You think because we fooled around the other night, you have some claim over me. I’ve got other news for you. No one has a claim on me.” By the end of that statement, she was standing with her finger pointed in my face.

I quickly grab it and pull her in between my legs. “Baby girl, I do have a claim on you. You’re the only girl I have ever had true feelings for. Do you really think I’m g
oing to pass that up?” I nuzzle my
nose against her jaw and feel her shiver.

Her hands stay by her sides and I feel a pang of disappointment. “Stop calling me that. I’m not a baby and I am not your girl. You can have feelings for me all you want, they are not returned.”

I’m starting to get pissed off. I’m not being cocky about this either. My feelin
gs are the same as hers. They are
there. I can see them in her eyes. All that fire in those dark blues is for me. All the pranks and fighting were just for
e
play. “Yes, you do. Stop denying what you feel, Harley. It’s not good for you and only hurts us both.”

“You’re just grasping at straws, Spencer. There is nothing between us. I can’t even stand you,” she huffs, but I can see the lie in her eyes. She may have a cool façade on the outside, but all you have
to do is look
into her eyes. Her emotions are always in them.

“Want to
bet?” I don’t give her a chance to back away before I brush my lips against hers. She gasps and I quickly swallow the sound and slide my tongue into her mouth. Before I know it, she throws her arms around my neck and clings to me. I love every second of it. In between kisses I say, “I thought you didn’t feel anything for me?” I kiss her again before she can say anything.

The kiss goes on for a while before she breaks away to say, “I don’t feel shit. You don’t do anything for me,” even though she’s looking right at my lips. She takes my lips
again before I have a chance to
tell her how wrong she is. Knowing Harley like I do, I can imagine she’s not wearing any panties. Let’s just see about that “not feeling” shit.

I drop my hand down to her thigh and slowly slide it up just under her shorts. I slip a finger inside to find that I am right. I push my finger toward her sex and find her wet. Leavin
g my finger there, I break away
from the kiss and say, “You don’t feel shit? Why are you so damn wet?” Her cheeks turn the color of her hair. “Are you blushing?” I develop a huge smile on my face. She doesn’t find it funny and rips herself out of my arms, stomping off in the direction of my truck.

I finally make it over to the truck and hop in after picking up all the trash and tossing it in the garbage. She’s pissed off and I’m not surprised. I might not know a lot about Harley Maxton, but I know that she gets really angry when you bring up her feelings. It’s almost like she doesn’t want anyone to know them. She’s always hated that I could read her so well.

“Look, Harley, I didn’t mean to piss you off. I just wanted you to know where I stand with you.” I look over at her with the same puppy dog eyes
that always work on my mom.

I see her eyes soften as she fights back a smile. “Where exactly do we stand, Spencer?”

“You and I are exclusive. No other dudes get to touch you, dance with you, hell, even talk to you.” I smile and start up the truck.

“Well, then, the same goes for you. No sluts on the side.” She glares at me. I roll my eyes; like I would even want another woman with her around.

“Why did you decide all of a sudden that you have feelings for me?” She looks like she doesn’t think I will answer. Boy is she wrong.

“I’ve always had feelings for you. The strong ones didn’t come around until you starting looking l
ike a human being instead of that
ice bitch.” I think back on the first day I saw her
and smile a little. “Hell, I’ve
been half in love with you since that day you killed my doll when we were playing in your front yard. You were just weird then...”

“I wasn’t weird! I was just going through a lot. I didn’t need anyon
e else in my life that was going to
leave.” I spy a tear slipping down her pale cheek.

I reach over and brush it off. “I know you had just lost your mom, Harley. I don’t blame you for how you acted. I didn’t want to feel anything for you either. That’s why I
fucked with you just as much as
you fucked with me.”

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” She throws my hand away from her and turns to stare out the window.

Chapter 7

Harley

Spencer has been taken over by a pod person. I’m completely serious. Why now, all of a sudden, does he want some kind of relationship?
 
It makes no damn sense whatsoev
er. Add the fact that no one is
surprised that we hooked up; I think aliens have taken over the town. It’s completely ridiculous.

Spencer makes me feels things I don’t want to feel. Makes me relive things I don’t want to relive. I should just push him away like I’ve been doing since I was six years old. Ye
ah, it would be nice to be with
him, date like normal people. I’m just scared to death that he will leave me. I know the kind of feelings he would provoke in me, the kind that would change me forever. I don’t want that either.

Love isn’t something that I give away easily. My family has my love, that’s a given. The girls, well, they were around before my mom died. They were here for me in the af
termath. That’s true loyalty to
me.

My cell phone rings, jarring me out of my thoughts. It’s Carter. “Hey,” I say through the mouthpiece.

“Hey, chick, what are you up to tonight?” I hear her cheerful voice through the phone.

“It’s still early, so I haven’t made any plans yet. What are you up to?” I ask, twirling a strand of hair around my finger.

“Well, the girls and I were wondering if you wanted to head over to The Hangover.
Its
ladies night so we don’t have to pay the cover…”she trails off hopefully.

“Sure, I’ll go. I’m bored out of my mind.” We agree on a time to meet, and hang up.

We live in a small town in Arkansas. We all grew up here and that’s not saying a lot. Duke has a population of five thousand. Everybody knows everybody and this place holds no secrets. The Hangover is a little bar on the outskirts of the county line. It’s about thirty minutes from my house. As long as you have a fake ID, you can drink whatever you want. We used to go all the time in high school.

*****

Walking into the bar, the first thing you notice is the smell. It’s a mixture of smoke, sweat, and cheap alcohol. It brings back the good ole days when the four of us used to hang out here every weekend.

I have hardly ever been apart from the three girls with me. This past year away at college has been hard without them. Sure, we keep up with emails, texts, and phone calls. It’s just not the same.

“Grab a booth, I’ll get us some drin
ks, okay?” Carter says from her
position ahead of me.

The rest of us nod and go off in a search of somewhere to sit. I don’t see anywhere until Lucy points at a table near the back. Guess who’s sitting there with all of his stupid friends.