“Touch me, Titus,” she moaned, breaking the kiss to gasp.
I nearly came in my pants and I was pretty sure my eyes rolled back in my head, such was the pleasure I got from hearing my name spoken by Amelia in that breathy, desperate tone. She didn’t have to tell me twice.
Dropping my hands, she made a soft noise of displeasure, which turned into another breathy moan when my hands dove under her sweatshirt and cupped her breasts beneath her bra. I shivered, realizing I was finally touching Amelia’s naked breasts.
My thumbs found her nipples already peaked and aching for my touch. I kissed my way down her neck, inhaling her unique scent, the one that had stayed the same over the years even with changes in perfumes. I strummed her nipples. She yanked my head back to slam her lips down on mine, rubbing her pelvis against my lap and stoking a fire you could only find in Hell. The girl was aggressive as shit and I loved every fuckin’ second of it.
Time passed, windows fogged, and still my girl rode my cock through layers of denim we both weren’t ready to strip off. We were twenty-eight years old and yet we made out like teenagers past curfew. I could have suggested we go back to her room, but as crazy as it sounded in my own head, I wanted to take it slow. I wanted to hit every base before stealing home. Needed every teenage memory I didn’t get with Amelia to come true now.
Amelia was making some intense sounds that had me right on the edge, willing to mess up my jeans just to hear her orgasm.
A loud pecking noise on the driver’s window had our heads lifting. We couldn’t see out, due to the moisture on the windows, but it happened again. Someone, or something, was out there.
“What the hell is that?” Amelia’s lips were red and swollen and so fucking sexy I couldn’t be bothered with whatever was out there. It couldn’t possibly be as fascinating as what was inside this truck.
She reached over to swipe the sleeve of her sweatshirt down the window, revealing nothing but dark sky.
“Forget it,” I managed to say, my hands still under her bra and cupping her perfect breasts.
Something hit the window again and Amelia screamed. She jerked away, falling off my lap and onto the bench seat. My hands got stuck in her bra and I fell with her, my wrists screaming at the odd angle.
“What the hell?” I shouted over Amelia’s screaming.
She swatted at my hands, which I was trying to get out from under her sweatshirt, but her damn underwire bra suddenly became handcuffs. By the time I untangled them, Amelia was breathing hard, but it wasn’t from our kiss any longer.
“It’s the damn peacock!” she yelled in my ear.
I looked over at the window, thinking she had to be hallucinating, already congratulating myself on such a mind-blowing kiss. But there it was. The peacock’s head, staring through the window at us with its beady little Peeping Tom eyes. Shit, I’d just gotten cock-blocked by a peacock.
“Damn,” I muttered, shaking my head. “It’s kind of scary.”
Amelia pushed my shoulder. “Go! Be a dashing hero and get rid of it.”
“Why me? Pretty sure it’s obsessed with you.” I certainly knew the feeling.
Amelia glared at me and then pointed at the window. I sighed. There was only one way this would end. Me, outside in the cold, dealing with the damn bird.
I leaned in closer, my nose now only a few inches away from its beak, though a sheet of glass parted us. That beak looked pretty pointy at this close range.
“Do peacocks attack humans?” I asked quietly, determining my best course of action.
“I’m sure they don’t,” Amelia said unconvincingly.
I rubbed my hands together, coming up with a plan. “Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to get out of the truck and distract him. You’re going to climb out once he’s focused on me and then run inside the hotel. If I get pecked to death by a peacock, you’ll be somewhere safe when you call the police.”
Amelia snorted behind me. “Oh, look, he’s got a mohawk kind of like your mullet. Besides, I’m sure he’s friendly.”
I turned back to her, not appreciating her comparing my hair to a fucking peacock’s. “It’s been nice knowing you, Lia.” I smacked her on the lips and wrenched my door open.
The second I got my feet on the ground, the crazy peacock flew up in the air in a flurry of feathers. His bird feet landed on my groin in a surprisingly firm kick before he fluttered back to the ground.
“Oof,” I grunted, hands flying to cover my junk. It wasn’t a lethal hit, but no one likes an unwelcome tap on the balls. “That wasn’t very nice. I’m not here to fight.” I could hear Amelia cackling inside the cab of the truck.
He cocked his peacock head to the side and glared at me. Then he began to slowly step to the right. I stepped left. He stepped right again and I went left, suddenly finding myself away from the safety of my truck. I didn’t dare look away from our staring contest, but I could hear Amelia sneaking out the other side of the truck trying to smother her laughter.
The bird pecked at the ground by my feet, causing me to jump back. “Hey!”
Another peck. Another jump.
“Let’s talk this out like grown men,” I ordered him, only getting another peck just a fraction of an inch away from my feet.
Thinking Amelia had to be far enough away to be in relative safety, I stepped left again, hoping to get back around to my truck. The bird followed me, both of us squaring off, me still holding my crotch, him sporting beady eyes that wished me death. The peacock flew up in the air again, and this time, I didn’t wait for
