The Outliers (The Outskirts Duet #2)

It was then I realized how nervous I was. Which was stupid because we were practically living together. But this was different. Deeper somehow. More meaningful.

“It looks really great,” she said, appraising my short-sleeved button-down shirt that hugged my biceps, fitted dark jeans and black boots. “YOU look really great.” That fucking blush, the way the color on her cheeks matched her full lips. It made me ache to touch her, but I told myself I was going to behave. She deserved this night and so much more.

That didn't mean it wasn't going to be a long night.

“You really don’t know how fucking sexy you are,” I said. I’d drastically cut down on the smokes but I light a cigarette mostly so that I wouldn’t throw her down and the deck and make her scream loud enough to wake my parents— who’d fallen asleep in the living room watching Jeopardy over an hour before the sun had even set.

“You sure do have a way with words, Finn Hollis.” Her golden eyes were bright with questions and wonderment. Her pupils wild and wide. “Are you sure you're the same man I met in the clearing?"

"No. I'm not the same,” I admitted. “Not since you."

She stared at me like she was stunned by my words until I took a drag of my cigarette and she blinked rapidly. "So, where exactly are you taking me?”

“It’s…a surprise.” I blew out the smoke and stubbed out my cigarette. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against me. Inhaling her scent.

Just a little bit of her to hold me over.

“Did you just smell me?” She asked with a nervous laugh.

“I sure fucking did.” There was no point in denying it.

“So, how do I smell?”

“Delicious,” I groaned. "Always delicious."

During the entire ride in my dad's truck, I was trying to casually adjust my hard-on. I felt like a thirteen-year-old who could barely control himself. I'd never been that way before but I found it impossible not to think about what was going on in my pants when everything Sawyer did seemed to send a jolt right between my legs. Like when I noticed her dress had ridden up on her thighs. When she crossed and uncrossed her legs and I caught a glimpse of white cotton between her legs. When she ran the tip of her index finger over the light sheen of gloss on her plump lower lip in the rearview mirror.

Yep. Long fucking. night.

You’d think that once I’d had Sawyer that the desire for her would dwindle, like it had in the past with every other girl I’d been with, but that wasn’t the case at all. It was like every time Sawyer was around me I was more and more infected by this disease of need.

A disease I never wanted to be cured of.

A disease I’d gladly die from while thanking the universe for bestowing it upon me with my last damned breath.

“Are you okay?” Sawyer asked, resting her hand on my thigh and giving me a gentle squeeze.

I stifled a groan. “Never better," I choked out.

“You look like you have something on your mind.”

"Me? Nah. Not a damned thing." I pulled into the empty field beside the mountain and turned the engine to idle.

"Are you sure? We can do this another time if you don't…"

"No," I snapped. "You really want to know what I'm thinking about?" I asked with a laugh.

"Yes. Of course," she asked innocently, having no clue how much she affected me. “Okay the. The entire ride here I was thinking of how much of you I still haven’t explored. About how I’d like to trace my tongue over every single sexy freckled inch of you. About the way you blush before I make you come. About how you pull my hair when I'm kissing you between you…”

“Ooohh,” she squealed, placing a hand over her mouth. There was that blush again. Her nipples peaked behind the fabric of her dress.

"But I'm trying to be a gentleman over here before my father kicks my ass for not taking you on a proper date."

"That’s what this is all about?" she asked, sliding over to kiss me on the cheek.

I closed my eyes to collect myself and when I opened them back up I trained my eyes on hers. “Yes. If you don’t mind, would you please stop being so incredibly sexy so I can do this properly?"

She leaned back in her seat and pressed her lips together. ",” she said. "Where are we going anyway?" she asked, looking around at our dark surroundings.

I rounded the truck and helped her down, grabbing the backpack and picnic basket from the backseat I’d thrown in earlier with a little packing help from Mom.

“We are going right here," I said, laying out the blanket on the ground. "Sit." She sat and waited while I gathered the rest of what I needed. I set up the portable projector on the hood of the truck, pointing it toward the side of the mountain. I grabbed the remote and joined her on the blanket, pulling another one from the bag in case she got cold.

“There isn’t a ton of date options in The Outskirts, same goes for the mountains. I did some research and the nearest movie theater to my parent’s place isn’t all that near. An hour’s drive and it's playing something I think I saw in high school.”

“I like this better,” Sawyer said. "It's more…us."

“You haven’t seen anything yet.” I set out the food and snacks on the blanket and passed her a bag of popcorn. I made sure I was watching her face and not the side of the mountain which lit up when I pressed play on the remote.

"Wow," she exclaimed craning her neck to the twenty-foot movie screen now projected on top of the rock in front of us. "What is this?"

"This is dinner and a movie," I explained, popping a piece of her popcorn in my mouth.

“This is really nice,” she said, shoving a handful of popcorn in her mouth. "And this is sooooo good." She spoke with her mouth full and when popcorn shot from her mouth she laughed around her full chipmunk cheeks.

I was just about to press play when Sawyer said something that made me pause. “I loved meeting your parents. Thank you so much for bringing me here. It was everything I thought it was supposed to be.”

“Everything you thought what could be?”

She sighed as if she were content. “Family.”

I always knew my parents were pretty great. They’d put up with a lot of shit in my earlier years and even more shit as I got older. But suddenly I was seeing them from Sawyer's eyes. “You know, I didn’t even think about how this could possibly upset you. I’m sorry.”

She shook her head. “No. It was wonderful. They were so kind and gracious. They laughed and smiled and laughed some more when I spilled the water all over the table,” she chuckled as I kissed her head. “They were amazing.”

“They are pretty great. And they loved you.”

“Because you love me,” she said, like she was finally getting it.

I shook my head. “No, because YOU are amazing.”

I pressed play on the remote before I completely forgot about everything except stripping Sawyer naked and fucking her in the middle of the damn field. Music started playing from the speaker attached to the projector. Sawyer’s eyes lit up as she followed the stream of light over our heads to the wide tree in front of us where the opening credits of the movie were rolling.