Hot and Hiding

Rory POV

The banging stopped footsteps faded fast and Leo peeked out the door, his breath shaky, his hand tight on the knob. “Gone,” he muttered, his voice rough, and shut it hard, locking it quick. My chest heaved, my legs wobbly, and I sank onto the bed, my hands cold. Frankie’s name glowed on his phone, still buzzing on the floor, and my stomach twisted, but he grabbed it, shoving it in his pocket. “Later,” he said, his eyes soft, pulling me close. I nodded, my throat tight, and let him too tired, too scared to fight.

Next day, we went to work like nothing happened. The Siren’s Call buzzed loud slots clanging, lights flashing, voices shouting over it all. My hands shook dealing cards, my head spinning from last night his kisses, his promises, that door. Leo worked the bar, his sleeves rolled up, his grin cocky when he caught my eye. My chest jumped, my face hot, and I smirked back, my legs restless under the table.

He walked over later, a towel over his shoulder, his hips bumping the bar close to me. “Hey, trouble,” he said, his voice low and teasing, his hand skimming my ass quick behind the counter. My breath hitched, sparks shooting up my spine, and I leaned back, pressing into it, my smirk growing.

“Watch it,” I said, my voice soft, my eyes daring him. My heart raced, my skin buzzing, and he grinned wide, wild his fingers brushing me again, slow and sneaky. My stomach flipped, heat rushing low, and I turned, whispering close to his ear, “Wait ‘til I get you alone.” His eyes darkened, his breath fast, and he licked his lips, nodding slow.

“Promise?” he said, his voice rough, his hand squeezing my hip quick before pulling back. My chest buzzed, my legs shaky, and I laughed short, loud loving how bold we were, how easy it felt. Too easy, maybe. A voice in my head whispered This won’t last and my smirk faltered, my throat tight. I shook it off, dealing cards fast, but it stuck, cold and quiet.

Tina the cocktail waitress caught it all, her eyebrows up high, her lips pursed tight. She was nosy, always gossiping, her blonde hair bouncing when she leaned over my table. “You two are gross,” she said, her voice sharp but teasing, a grin tugging her mouth. “Get a room already.” She winked, her tray clinking with empty glasses, and I laughed, my face red.

“Maybe we will,” I shot back, my voice light, my eyes flicking to Leo. He chuckled, wiping the bar, his grin big and dumb, and my chest swelled warm, happy, reckless. Tina rolled her eyes, muttering something, but kept smirking, like she was rooting for us. My hands shook less, my smirk back, and I reveled in it him, me, this.

The shift dragged, my legs bouncing, my eyes on him every chance. He’d brush by, his arm grazing mine, or wink over a customer’s head, and my skin burned, my heart racing. His phone buzzed once loud, sharp in his pocket, and my stomach flipped, my eyes narrowing. He didn’t check it just kept pouring drinks, his jaw tight and I ignored it, my chest tight, choosing the heat over the worry for now.

Closing time hit, the casino quieting, lights dimming slow. My hands were sweaty, my shirt sticking to me, and I grabbed him by the bar, my fingers tugging his belt loop. “Bathroom,” I muttered, my voice low, my smirk daring him again. He grinned fast, hot and followed, his boots loud behind me.

We shoved into the stall, the door banging shut, and locked it quick. My back hit the wall, cold and hard, and he pressed close, his hands on my hips, his breath fast. “Rory,” he said, his voice rough, and I grabbed his shirt, yanking him in. Our lips crashed messy, hungry my tongue pushing in, tasting beer and him. My hands slid down, fumbling his jeans open, and he groaned low, needy his hips bucking.

“Quick,” I whispered, my voice shaky, my hand slipping inside, wrapping around him. He was hard, hot, and my stomach flipped, my breath fast. I moved fast, tight my fingers slick with him, and he moaned, his head tipping back, his hands gripping my shoulders. “Fuck, Rory,” he gasped, his voice breaking, and I grinned big, dumb like a kid, loving how he shook.

He grabbed me back, his hand shoving my jeans down, and I groaned loud, sharp when he touched me. We moved together fast, dirty hands pumping, breaths mixing, the stall rattling loud. My chest heaved, my legs shaky, and I kissed him again hard, sloppy my free hand in his hair. We came quick him first, a grunt in my ear, then me, my moan muffled on his neck. My head spun, my knees weak, and we slumped, panting, grinning like teenagers caught sneaking out.

“Gross,” I said, laughing soft, my hands sticky, my chest buzzing. He chuckled low, warm and kissed my forehead, his breath slowing. My heart swelled, my face hot, and I wiped my hands on my shirt, pulling my jeans up. Too good, that voice whispered again This can’t stay and my grin faded, my throat tight. I pushed it down, grabbing his hand, and we stumbled out, breathless, laughing loud.

Tina stood by the bar, arms crossed, her eyebrow up again. “Really?” she said, her voice dry, her smirk big. My face burned, my laugh shaky, and Leo squeezed my hand, his grin wide.

“Jealous?” he teased, his voice rough, and she snorted, turning away, her hair flipping. My chest buzzed, my legs light, and I leaned into him, loving the boldness us, out loud, no hiding. But that buzz his phone, Frankie’s name itched in my head, cold and quiet, and I swallowed hard, ignoring it still.

We grabbed our stuff, my hands shaky, my heart racing, and stepped outside. The air was cool, the street dark, and I glanced at him, my smirk back. “Home?” I said, my voice soft, my fingers lacing with his. He nodded, his eyes warm, and we started walking, my chest full happy, dumb, scared it’d break.

His phone buzzed again sharp, loud in his pocket, and he flinched, his hand tightening on mine. My stomach dropped, my smirk gone, and I stopped, my eyes narrow. “Leo,” I said, my voice low, my heart jumping. He didn’t look just pulled it out slow, his thumb hiding the screen, and my throat burned, my hands cold.

“It’s nothing,” he muttered, his voice tight, shoving it back. My chest squeezed, my legs shaky, and I stared wanting to believe, wanting to yell. Before I could, a shadow moved fast, close by the alley across the street. My breath stopped, my head snapping up, and I grabbed his arm, my fingers digging in.

“Leo ” I said, my voice cracking, my eyes wide. He turned, his jaw clenching, and the shadow stepped out tall, dark, a hood up, watching us. My heart raced, my chest tight, and Leo pulled me back, his breath fast.

“Keep walking,” he hissed, his voice low, his hand shaking on mine. My legs moved stiff, slow my eyes locked on that figure, my stomach flipping. God, I hope this lasts, I thought, my throat dry, but then the shadow moved fast, toward us and a car roared up, headlights blinding, cutting the night sharp.