Delaney teases with sarcasm, “Exactly! It’ll be less than one night.” Her tone changes to become serious. “You just met Kevin and you already can’t stop pining over him.”
“Lee!” Kevin comes darting out of the club. Purple Dress is behind him but she stops when she sees us, realizing he’s chasing after someone else.
“Ah jeez,” Delaney flails her arms and points to the young woman, who crosses her arms beneath a scorned face. “You see?” Delaney scowls. “He’s already breaking someone’s heart.”
I take a breath. I cannot deny that I’m attracted to the man coming towards me. I’m so attracted to Kevin in fact, that it makes me a little ill—jealous—knowing if I don’t go home with him tonight that he’ll probably go home with someone else, like Purple Dress.
Kevin catches up and looks Delaney straight in the eye. “Lee is coming home with me.”
Delaney shakes her head. “I don’t trust you.”
“Don’t trust me?” Kevin laughs, hardly insulted.
“No,” Delaney reiterates, placing her hands on her hips. “I don’t trust you.”
“How about this?” Kevin steps up to Delaney and pulls her by the neck to whisper in her ear.
I have no idea what the hell he’s saying. I can’t hear a damn thing, but by the look of Delaney’s face, jaw-dropping and eyes blinking profusely, he must be saying something worth her while.
Kevin finally backs away, leaving Delaney in a state of what looks like shock.
“Give me your phone,” she tells Kevin. He reaches into his pocket and hands his phone over. She calls her own phone from his. I realize they’ve exchanged numbers—a safety precaution per Delaney, I’m sure.
“What did you say?” I’m dying to know. “Delaney, what did he tell you?”
Kevin puts his phone and his hands back in his pockets, completely ignoring me, and he bites the lower lip of his devious smile as Delaney turns wide-eyed to blink at me.
“You are going home with him.”
4
Kevin
She’s nervous. She’s got a body that looks like it was built to fuck but it’s clear she has no idea how to use it to her advantage.
She won’t look at me. She keeps her head turned out the window and her hands pressed between her thighs.
Her knee is also bouncing and it’s a bit disturbing. Normally, when I’m taking a girl home at the end of the night, she either can’t keep her hands off of me or at minimum is flirting emphatically with question after question trying to keep the atmosphere filled with anything but awkward silence.
I pull over. I find the first open spot between crammed cars and parallel park.
“Why are we stopping?” Lee spins her head around again and I really wish she would stop doing that and focus.
Focus on me.
I turn the engine off. “What’s your deal?”
“My deal?”
“Yeah,” I lean back, turning slightly to front her and scoot my ass down to get comfortable. I try to articulate more clearly in chick terms. “What issues do you have?”
“Issues? I don’t’ have issues.”
“Sure you do,” I smirk.
She rubs her hands together between her thighs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I rub my face. I need to be clear. “Lee, I’m about to take you home, back to my place, and fuck your brains out.”
“Yeah, okay.” She nods, like its nothing. She’s not cold but she’s not hot about it either.
What is up with this girl?
“Have you been fucked before?”
“Mhm,” she blinks, innocently. Too innocently.
“How many times?”
“Mmm... about... maybe... ten?”
“You’ve had sex ten times.”
Her eyes roll up like she’s searching her brain to recollect the memories. “Mmmnno… okay, maybe twice.”
“Twice!”
“Yes.”
“And let me guess, both times were with the same guy.”
“Uh-huh,” she confirms under her breath. Her knee is bouncing relentlessly. “My ex and I lived pretty far away from one another and—”
“Stop,” I put my finger up to shush her and then I put a second finger up to signal to her. “C’mere.”
“Come here?” she repeats. “Come where?”
She’s so flustered that I can’t wait to see what she looks like when I’m making her come.
“Crawl on top of me.”
“On top of you?” She grimaces. “But there’s this cupholder thingy in the way.”
“It’s called a console, but it’s okay. Take off your seatbelt and crawl over it.”
She unbuckles her seatbelt and hesitates. “But why?”
Fuck! Why doesn’t this girl do what I say like the rest?
“Will you stop questioning me before I take you back to Delaney?”
Her face turns sour and she sounds sarcastic, “Maybe you should take me back to Delaney.”
I cock my head and stare at her for a minute. I give her The Look. The one that says “Stop bullshitting around and let me fucking claim you.” I add a lick of my bottom lip and let my eyes wander straight to the center of her legs to make sure her cunt understands my intentions before I question her brain. “I’d be happy to take you back if that’s what you want. Is that what you want?”
She exhales. Of course, that’s not what she wants, because all girls want this.
Me.
Lee twists her body so she’s able to get up on her hands and place her knees in the bucket seat. Her tits are hanging and my dick swells.
“Closer,” I encourage while she’s trying her best to figure out where to put her hands.
When she’s finally planted them securely—one on the steering wheel and one on my seat’s headrest, I swiftly lean up to kiss her.
I press firmly into her lips. Such sweet lips.
I grip her hair at the back of her head. Such soft hair.
I stroke my fingers up her torso until I find a breast and I cup then lightly massage. Such. Perfect. Tits.
Lee whimpers into my mouth. God, she’s so hot. I decide to go for a little more.
Slipping my fingers inside the front of her dress I let the rest of my hand follow until my bare palm is fully cupping her naked breast and I knead.
It’s amazing a girl like this is letting me have my way. She really does want to get into some rough and tumble tonight.
I kiss her more heavily, slipping my tongue in and out now and then gently grazing the tips of her teeth. She’s rocking—back and forth on her hands and knees, swinging. I’d never had a chick do that before, but damn! It excites me. I don’t think she’s consciously aware of how much she’s enjoying this.
I kiss down her neck, planting soft smooches. Slowly. Gently. I’m not exactly ready to take her home yet. I may have gotten her to follow instructions, but Lee needs to further know who’s in charge because I have every intention of tearing this girl’s world apart.
For the rest of her life, I want this girl to remember the guy who gave her more than what she was looking for. I want her to remember how good I made her feel and how bad she wished she’d never walked into that club to meet a guy like me, because a girl like Lee clearly doesn’t belong in a place like that.
And I don’t want Lee ever going back to that club, especially since that’s one of my regular hangouts.
Lee’s head goes up, exposing more of her neck as her hair falls to tickle my face. She breathes heavily as I trail my tongue down her front. Grabbing her hips, I push her body horizontally until her face is flat, smashed against the fogging glass window and her chest hovers with uneven breaths above me. She pants as I pull at the center dip of her dress to let her breast fall out.
Straight. Into. My. Mouth.
I lap one. Two. Three. Then pause to get a good visual and pull the front opening wider to let her other breast hang out.
Oh, Jesus! They’re perfec
t.
Slipping my tongue across her nipple, Lee cries, “Wait!” and backs up.
Fuck, I knew this was too good to be true! Perfect lips. Perfect tits. Easy lay. And Drop. Dead. Gorgeous.
I swallow painfully. “What’s the matter?”
“I can’t do this.” She fixes her dress to cover both breasts and backs up into her seat.
Damn, I want those so bad! I barely got a lick. Please give those back!
I scratch my head and drop my hand, trying not to look agitated or overly eager. “What’s wrong?”
Her face clenches and her fake lashes get dewy.
Issues! I knew she had issues. Why else would a girl like this want to get laid by a stranger so badly?
“So, what is it?” I ask, sitting up straight and coming over the console to lean in on her. I stroke her hair and, surprisingly, she lets me. So, I kiss her cheek. “Ex-boyfriend giving you a hard time?”
“Not really, no.” She crosses her arms, bowing her head.
“He cheat on you?”
“Pfft,” she blows. “Yes, but that’s not it.”
“Not it?” I think my attempt to sound genuinely interested is working.
“No, though Delaney and my dad think so.”
“Oh, so you got daddy issues? Do you need me to hold your hand and let you ride me on piggyback before I let you straddle my cock?”
“What? No,” she chokes, embarrassed, squinting her eyes at me and it’s adorable. I want to bite her but...
I twiddle with her hair behind her ear instead. “Is it that time of the month? Because I have a shower and I don’t mean to brag but you have yet to see my abs and thighs and I’m exceptional at performing intercourse while standing up, especially if you’re going to be all wet.”
She finally smiles and I love the way she pokes her chin out while she chuckles. It’s as if she’s never cared until tonight about how to behave or what she looked like. Sweet. Innocent. I’m chuckling, too, despite the fact I want to fuck that sweet innocence right out of her. After she’s done laughing, of course. But our laughter is interrupted by her stomach.
“Grrr,” it says.
“Aha! That’s the issue. She’s hungry,” I announce.
“No, I’m not hungry.” Her shoulders shake as she shakes her head.
“So, what do you want to eat?” I ask, adjusting myself back into my seat and starting up the car.
“No, really.” She’s still shaking her head. “I’m not hungry.”
“Put your seatbelt on.”
“Kevin,” she sighs. “I left my purse in Delaney’s car. I don’t have any money, remember?”
I reach over to pull her seatbelt over her lap and click the fastener in place. “You still haven’t answered my question. What do you want to eat?”
She snaps with a flail of her arms and wipes at her teary eye. “I said, I’m not hungry.”
I pull on my own seatbelt and check on the time. It’s well after midnight. Not many places open after midnight, but her stomach growls to me again.
“All right,” I say. “Sonic it is.”
5
Lee
He’s sweet. A bit of a control freak, but sweet.
And I hate to say it but I like him.
A lot.
Kevin keeps his hand on my thigh as we head to Sonic and it makes me wonder why he doesn’t have a girlfriend. I glance over to look at him, trying to determine his age and he smiles with a bite to his lower lip.
Cocky bastard knows I’m still assessing him as Delaney and I did earlier—and he likes it. He’s not shy at all about the fact I’m not only trying to figure him out but judge him as well.
“I’m going to take care of you tonight, okay?” he squeezes my thigh as if he can read my mind. He makes a right turn with only one hand on the steering wheel. “Trust me, you picked the right guy.”
“How old are you?” I ask.
“Twenty-eight.”
“Why aren’t you married or have a girlfriend?”
He grimaces, shrugging his shoulder. “Right girl never came along, I guess.”
“So, have you ever had a girlfriend?”
“A few, but we shouldn’t talk about my exes, Lee.”
“Why not? You asked me about my ex.”
“That’s different. I had to learn you.”
“Learn me?”
“It’s part of my skill.” He squeezes my thigh.
“Skill? I’m guessing you mean with women. You’re really cocky, you know that?”
“You like it though, don’t you?” He flashes a glance my way with a lift of his chin.
I stare at him, trying to keep a straight face. I’m not going to feed that cocky ego any more than it needs to be fed.
“C’mon, Lee. Admit it, you had no idea you liked cocky until you met me.” He reaches to the back of my neck and massages. “Am I right?”
His fingers are so strong. They press, rolling into my neck right under the base of my skull with just the right amount of pressure. My body relaxes as my eyes close.
The man definitely has some skills.
“Mmmhmm,” I acknowledge with the euphoria building from the work of his magical touch.
But he withdraws to grip the steering wheel and I’m annoyed that he stopped massaging. My eyes are hot, blazing back at him, and he’s blushing with the biggest smile I’ve seen all night. He’s teasing me. I wish I could slap him until the most adorable dimple I hadn’t noticed before reveals itself.
Ugh. I hate that he’s so cute and arrogant at the same time! I’m sure he has a lot of experience being a tease. “You take a lot of girls home from the club, don’t you?”
He shifts in his seat as his face falls flat. “I do.”
“Why?”
“I like to fuck and I’m good at it. Trust me, Lee. I’m going to fuck you. Good.”
Jeez. The way he says it. He’s so proud. Confident. But his tone makes me feel ambivalent. I can’t understand why my heart suddenly aches out of sadness for him while at the same time the junction between my legs throbs. I want to hold him—let him know there are other things out there beyond sex, like love—not that I’m an expert. On the other hand, I also want him to do exactly what he says, which is not to hold me but fuck me.
Good.
Looking Kevin over again, I observe the way he maneuvers as he drives. From the outside, he is calm, cool. But underneath, I can sense the eager energy, the tension in his nerves exciting his libido.
I realize how easy it was for Delaney to recognize a bad boy when she saw one. I’m sure the second she laid eyes on Kevin her heart fell for him instantly, recognizing his potential—the power both mentally and physically he probably has in bed. So capable of taking control but without any real intimate connection, which for a girl could be dangerous. Once a girl gives herself up to Kevin, I wonder how tough if it is to get over him. If he’s as good as he says he is, I’m sure she’ll want more.
I remind myself that this is only for one night and perhaps I was meant to meet Kevin. I want to be made love to, to be held, and let my body be appreciated as Delaney and I discussed. After that, Kevin and I will go our separate ways. Bad boy or not, I come to the conclusion that he’s perfect for me and that as cocky as he is, he’s probably right.
For one night, I had my pick and I picked the right guy to be good to me.
6
Kevin
I sense the atmosphere inside my car shifting. Electricity is moving between Lee and myself, but the space feels lighter, less stormy.
I glance over at Lee. Her eyes are wide. Her mouth is open. Her shoulders are relaxed and her hands are no longer pressed in prayer between her legs. Instead, she’s trailing her fingertips in circles over her smooth thighs.
“AH FUCK!” I press on the brakes and make a sharp turn nearly missing the entrance to the Sonic parking lot. Lee shrieks when I slam on the brakes, nearly hitting an old Honda pulling out.
The driver—a teenager who doe
sn’t look like he should be driving, cusses at me. I quickly reverse and pull into an open stall.
“Damn, girl!” I shout, throwing the car into park.
“Damn, girl?” Lee repeats with a spark keeping her hands on her chest and panting. “Are you yelling at me?”
I nod with a clenched jaw.
“What are you blaming me for? You almost killed us.” She’s holding her chest.
I rake my fingers through my hair. “Because you’re fucking distracting me!”
“Distracting you? How the hell am I distracting you?”
I point to her thighs. “You’re trailing your fingers up and down your legs and touching yourself.”
“I wasn’t touching myself,” she cries, leaving her mouth open in awe as she blinks blankly at me. Her eyes are wider than they’ve been all night and I’m starting to wonder exactly how big those eyes are going to get before the night is over.
“You can’t sit in my car and touch yourself. You almost got us into an accident.”
“Nearly getting into an accident was not my fault and I wasn’t touching myself,” she snaps, her jaw drops lower.
I like the spark in her tone and I’m also starting to wonder exactly how deep I’m going to get into that throat to extinguish that spark.
Considering what’s ahead, I calm down. I pick up her chin, closing her mouth for her with my hand. “It was totally your fault.” I look at the menu board and spy back at her. “Now, what do you want?”
“Oh my God.” She rubs her forehead. “I don’t believe this.”
I don’t know why but I like seeing her flustered. Her hair is clinging to her face.
“What?” I question, stroking her hair back.
Lee yanks my hand away and turns in her seat to front me. “We nearly got into a wreck. You yelled at me, trying to blame me for it, and now you’re playing cool, asking me what I want?”
“How else am I supposed to play it?” I ask because deep down, I know I need to play it cool. I love my car and I got hot when I nearly wrecked it a minute ago but since we’re all okay—me, Lee, and my Camaro, I figure I’d better calm down. I still think it was totally her fault we nearly crashed...
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