His First Surrender (Stonewall Investigations Miami Book 3) by Walker Max

Author:Walker, Max [Walker, Max]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2020-02-22T16:00:00+00:00

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Sam Clark

Rocky started acting weird the second the show finished. It had been such an incredible time. Not only were the strippers mind-blowing and the stunts jaw-dropping, but at one point, Rocky had wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him, and I’d never felt safer. It was a hard feeling to describe. It wasn’t the kind of safe you feel when you lock a door or when you shut a window. It wasn’t the safe you felt when you clicked in a seat belt or you followed the speed limits.

It was a different kind of safe. One that went down to the deepest part of me. Like nothing, absolutely nothing, could have hurt us in that moment.

And then he separated from me, and I drifted back into the dark waters, pulled by a riptide of doubt and fear. When the show finished and we left for the now empty valet, my fears were further validated. Rocky was barely looking at me, and the words he’d shared were of the one- or two-syllable variety. Something had happened, and I had no idea what.

Did I do something? Was I not “holdable” enough for him? Did he feel that I didn’t have a six-pack or bulging biceps underneath my clothes? Insecurities began to spread through me like a poison dust carried by strong winds.

“So, what was your favorite part?” I asked him as we waited for his car.

I wanted him to say “holding you,” but instead he said, “The stunts some of them did.”

I nodded, chewing on my lip. My mind whirred like a broken gear spinning without anything to moor it down.

The car pulled up then with a loud roar coming from its exhaust, the valet parking Rocky’s shiny Corvette directly in front of us. I noticed Rocky slip out a twenty-dollar bill as a tip, handing it to the grateful valet. My door was already open. I slipped in and Rocky closed it behind me.

In the car, silence reigned. What was going on? Did I smell bad? Was it my breath? I subtly covered my mouth and pretended to yawn.

Nope. I smelled like goddamn daisies and dreams. It couldn’t have been that… but then what had twisted Rocky’s panties into a tangled bunch?

“You can drop me off at home,” I said to him as he pulled onto the highway. “Just get off on Kendall Drive.”

“Are you ready to call it a night?”

“I thought…”

He glanced my way, the orange glow of the passing lights playing off his eyes. “You tired?”

I shook my head. “No, not at all. But, well, are you upset at something?”

There it was. Might as well rip it off like a Band-Aid. Clearly something was going on, so maybe he could just be up-front with me and fill me in. If this wasn’t going to work, I’d rather he told me now before I caught any feelings.

His eyes turned back to the road, both his hands on the black leather steering wheel. The air freshener filled the space with vanilla.

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