Riding the Thunder - Deborah MacGillivray [109]
“Thanks. ’Night, Dark Lord of Sith.” She kissed his cheek. “See you in the morn.”
Jago returned, toting the fat cat on his shoulder. “The office is now closed and locked tight. Almost the Witching Hour, sexy lady. Shall we go raise a little magic?” He took her hand and led her out toward the bungalows.
“I thought since the party was winding down, we could go up to the drive-in and watch the horror movies until dawn,” Asha suggested as he opened the door and put Clint inside.
Instead of replying, Jago swung her around and pinned her against the wall, kissing her slowly, thoroughly, his hands rubbing up and down from her hips to her breasts. He tasted like pineapple sherbet and rum from the punch. He tasted like Jago. Her hands did a little roaming, too. She loved the hard muscles of his back, the broad shoulders, loved how their bodies fit so perfectly as she pressed against him.
He broke the kiss, panting. “Go get out of that dress—”
“Mmm, that’s an idea.” She nipped his chin and rubbed against his strong body like a cat.
“—and put on jeans.” He nibbled on the lobe of her ear.
“Jeans?” Asha looked up into his glowing eyes, thinking she must have misheard.
“Yep. Jeans and your leather jacket. I’m taking your for a midnight ride on the Harley.” He pushed her toward the bedroom. “Hustle that sweet arse, love. Vincent Price, Chris Lee and Oo-it are waiting. I’ll go get the Harley. I’d help you change, but if I did that we’d never make it to the drive-in. Colin worked hard to get the films. He’d be disappointed if we didn’t put in an appearance.”
“You’re sweet. It is important to Colin.” Asha kissed his cheek. “But we don’t have to stay until dawn.”
“Hum, when we come back you can reward me for being sweet with a little private trick-or-treating?”
Still in the Dracula costume, Jago revved the Harley as she came out. Clint stood inside her bungalow, his nose pressed to the glass door. His tail snapped as he realized he was being left behind. In his vampire getup, he looked particularly comical—a true Kodak moment!
Asha practically danced across the patio, swung her leg over the Harley and climbed on behind him. “Where’s my helmet?”
“We’re just going up to the drive-in. I thought you might enjoy riding without one.” He looked over his shoulder and grinned wickedly. “Sort of like having sex without a rubber.”
Their eyes locked as they both thought the same thing: He hadn’t used a condom with her. She wasn’t on birth control pills, either. As she’d told Delbert, maybe next year he might have a godson. Of course, she had no idea how Jago felt about that.
So in tune with each other, Jago read her concerns. He brushed his lips against hers, then said, “Tomorrow, lass. We have a lot of things to talk about, important concerns. Tonight, I’m taking you for a ride up the hill. We’ll watch a movie to make Colin happy. Then we can come back, get fussed at by Clint the Cat for abandoning him, and finally, I’m going to make love to you so slowly, so exquisitely, that you might even count to twenty-one. Now hang on while we go riding thunder.”
Pushing his cape over to one side, Asha slid her arms around his waist. She leaned her head on his back and just let him take her where he wanted. He kept the speed down, gliding up the hill and then through the gates of the drive-in. He cut the headlight and coasted into the parking lot. Jago motored along the first row, turned and climbed up to the top and then finally back down to the concession stand. Slow and easy.
Some of the partygoers had already straggled up to the drive-in to sit on the lounges on the small porch off one wing, which had been decorated for the holiday.
Colin waved. “Hey, Drac has a Harley! Where’s Clint?”
Jago balanced the bike until Asha dismounted, then set the kickstand. “Who’s up for chili dogs? My treat.”
“Hoo hoo, free food, I’m game. Bet I can eat more chili dogs than you, Jago. I once ate a frog