No way I’m letting her step into Jaret’s car again. I can’t believe he brought her here in the first place. And to think she got into a car with him … fuck, I’m feeling jealous of her trust in him. For some reason I feel like punching trees. Everything’s so fucked up tonight, and she won’t listen to me.
“I’ll call a cab,” she snarls.
Right, because obviously she can pay for that. I don’t believe two shits of that. She just wants to get away from me. “With what money?” I ask.
“You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?”
Well, that’s nothing new. I never believed she viewed me as anything but an asshole. I just don’t want her to endanger herself because of it. Although I seriously don’t get why she keeps calling me all sorts of names without actually knowing what’s going on.
“Why? Because I give girls what they want?” I say, laughing. It’s quite amusing hearing her fume like this when she doesn’t have a clue what’s going on. She thinks I’m into girls like Scarlet. That’s why she’s mad. She’s mad because I’m not what she thought I was. I hate disappointing her, but this is the cold, harsh truth. I’m not good for her, and she knows it.
“Let’s face it, you thought I was a sweet, troubled guy who just needed a friend. And now you find out how wrong you are about me,” I say.
She slams her mouth shut, clenching her teeth together, angrily staring at me. Hatred seeps through her eyes. Of all the times, this is the moment she chooses to keep her mouth shut?
“You can give me the silent treatment all you want, but we’re going to talk. Eventually. I can wait.”
“Fuck you! I saw you in there … Pathetic. Scarlet’s with Brody. How could you do that?” she yells.
“Brody was right there with us. Do you think he’d be relaxing on a couch with a bunch of girls if he minded?” I shake my head. “You’ve got it all wrong. Scarlet’s the one in pain. She was just looking for some distraction.”
“Whatever.” Averting her eyes, she looks away.
“Regardless, I’m not going to let you just walk away from here.”
“And you think you can stop me? Not a chance.” She starts wriggling in my arms again, but I have her firmly in my hold.
“Want to test out that theory?” I whisper close to her ear, smiling like the fucker I am. It’s never been this tempting to run after a girl, which I have done before. But I’m not in the mood to play games. I’m serious. I’m not a guy you can run away from. I’ll catch you eventually.
I place her down on the ground, grab her hand and drag her to the car Wes gave me. “Get in.”
If she doesn’t want to talk, fine, then I’m taking her home. I won’t let her stay here, and she’s not going anywhere without me, either.
“Since when do you have a car?” she says.
Like it matters. “Borrowed it. Now get in.”
“I don’t want to,” she says.
I sigh. “Do you want to stay here all night? Or do you want to go home?”
“I don’t care.”
I’m done. “Get. In.”
“No.”
“Goddammit, get inside or I’ll lift you up and lock you in myself.”
I’m not taking no for an answer. She needs to be safe and sound, and the only way to do that is to get her out of here, fast. I’m the only one who can do it.
She sighs, but then finally sets a foot inside. When she sits down, I say, “Stay here,” and I close the door. I make my way to the other side of the car, get in, and start the engine.
Chapter 22
No More Holding Back
Rain is pounding on the car window. It’s deadly quiet in here since Leafy stopped talking. I don’t like it one bit. It’s not her at all. And now I’m getting frustrated too, because I can’t see anything through this rain. Damn it. Nothing’s going right today. I want to fix this between us, but I don’t know how.
“Before I take you home, I need you to do something for me,” I say.
She snorts and shakes her head. My request isn’t that awful.
“Talk,” I say. That’s all I want. I want her to tell me why she’s so mad. I need to know what she feels for me. If she can see past all this.
“You’re really mad, aren’t you?” I say when she refuses to answer.
“Damn right I am,” she scoffs.
I laugh, because she’s cute when she’s angry. “You’re getting worked up over nothing.”
“You were trading drugs again! I wouldn’t be surprised if you took some yourself, too,” she snaps.
I laugh. She has it so wrong. I’d never willingly take the crap I’m forced to sell. “I only sell it. I don’t take it. I told you, I hate that stuff. I would never take it unless they forced me to.”
“Well, you were at that party, which is already bad enough.”
I agree, but it’s not like I can do anything about it. And what was she doing there anyway? She has no business coming to Alpha Psi parties. Damn Jaret for bringing her there. “You were there, too,” I say. “Quite a surprise to me. I can’t believe you showed up there. Do you even know how fucking dangerous that is, huh?”
She obviously doesn’t realize this gang can fuck people up. Big time.
“I was looking for you. Jaret brought me. It was his idea.” She folds her arms.
“Yeah, and I’m going to thoroughly thank him for that later.” If it wasn’t for the fact that I need him to help me, I would have kicked his ass.
“Don’t blame it on him. I didn’t say no. I wanted to see what you were doing, and I was right all along.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Oh? So now you’re the one watching me?” I don’t want to admit that I’ve been looking out for her, but I have. She shouldn’t see it as a free pass to get reckless, though. “You’re following me, checking what I do,” I add. “You went to a party in that dress, just to keep up with me.”
I skim her dress again, my eyes lingering on her barely covered tits and her succulent thighs. I’m hungering to find out what color panties she’s wearing. She looks fucking hot in that dress. It surprises me, because it’s not something she usually wears.
“You’ve changed, Leafy,” I say. I’ve never seen her act this reckless and wear something this daring. I like it.
“Don’t call me that,” she snarls.
“Why? You think it’s a bad name?” I can’t help but smile wickedly at her irritation.
“You’re laughing at me,” she scoffs.
“No, I’m not.” She thinks I’m doing it to hurt her. I’m not. I’ve already hurt her enough today.
“Yes, you are. You always do that.”
“No. I just like to see you riled up.”
“Whatever.” She sighs and continues to stare out the window.
Her frustration is making me annoyed too, now. What do I have to do to make this okay again? There’s nothing I can say that can take her anger away. She doesn’t even want to listen. I feel so powerless. So I take it out the only way I can right now, which is stepping on the gas. Driving faster and faster is the only way to get home and put an end to this fast.
“Can we go slower, please?” she stammers.
I don’t care about our speed. I know how to drive. What I care more about is that she’s still angry at me, and I know exactly why. “You know what I think? I think you’re jealous.”
Her eyes widen as she looks my way, her jaw dropping. “W-what?”
“You heard me. Scarlet was all over me, and you hate that.”
She shuts her mouth immediately and frowns. It’s like she deliberately shuts herself off.
Well, if she doesn’t want to talk, I will. “You don’t have to say it. I already know you like me.” There, I said it now. I know she’s been swooning over me ever since she first saw me. Even someone with a strainer brain like me can remember those lusty eyes.
A crimson blush spreads all over her cheeks and neck. I think I’ve hit the jackpot. “You wished it was you purring up against me i
nstead of her,” I say.
“Shut up! Just stop it.”
I chuckle from her outburst. “Oh, I’m only getting started.” I’m getting tired of this game of cat and mouse we’re playing. It’s time to either make it happen or quit.
“Can we just go home?” she asks, sighing loudly.
The car starts to sputter, and I hear strange noises coming from the front. Oh, crap. No, no, no, this can’t happen. When smoke rises from the engine I know it has.
“Fuck,” I mutter as the car goes slower and slower until it eventually stops.
“Yes. We’re fucked,” she says.
I run both my hands through my hair, trying to hold back the punches I want to give this damn car. I grab my phone and step into the rain, dialing the number of a car mechanic I know. He always fixed up Jessie’s car, and he can come on a whim, so I know I can count on his help. We make a deal that I pay more, because he’s not feeling like getting out in the rain in the middle of the night, but I’ll gladly pay him if he gets us out of here.
Meanwhile, Miss Sulky also gets out of the car, ignoring the fact that it’s pouring. She somehow manages to open the hood of the car and starts peering inside like she has any clue what she’s doing. I reckon she wants to get out of here as fast as possible too, but it’s not like she can fix this piece of crap. It’s funny that she even tries, though.
I walk up to her and admire her fine ass sticking out in that tiny black dress. My cock is twitching in my pants just from the sight of it. I can almost see her panties, and it’s such a fucking turn-on it’s hard to keep my shit together. I want to make things better with her, but I feel so attracted to her it’s almost impossible to stay away and not touch her.
Oblivious to the fact that I’m standing right behind her, she proceeds to fiddle with the wires.
“You a car mechanic now, too?” I ask.
She springs up and almost bumps her head into the hood while it slams down.
“I just want to get this fixed as soon as possible,” she stammers.
“Relax. They’re coming. I got it covered. Get in the car before you’re soaked to the bone.” She looks like she just took a shower, only with her clothes still on. It looks wet and wild and hmm … lickable. I can almost imagine what she must look like naked.
She turns around, crossing her arms, leaning back. “I think I can make my own decisions.”
She’s so obnoxiously annoying, and so very sexy at the same time. I love the combination. It’s driving me insane. My hormones are shooting through the roof. Fuck this, I’m not staying away anymore. I’m done pretending we can stay away from each other. We’re both lying to ourselves and she knows it as well as I do. “You don’t just want to go home quickly. You want to get away from me. You’re avoiding it.”
“That’s right,” she sneers.
“You don’t want to admit you don’t like seeing me with other chicks. You want me for yourself.” She wants to kiss me, I know it. I lean in, putting my hands on the hood of the car. I’ve got her trapped between my arms. Her lip is quivering, and I can’t wait to kiss it. I’m just waiting for her to say yes.
“You’re an ass and you know it,” she says, frowning.
I laugh, because she’s right. I am, but not because of what she thinks. I’ve only been an ass to her because I wanted her to stay away from trouble. Not because of what I do with the gang. “You’re still under the impression that I was enjoying the party.”
She balls her fists. “You sure looked like you had fun with Scarlet!”
I shake my head. Yep, jealous. Pity she doesn’t realize Scarlet’s not even close to what I want. “Hmm … and that’s where you’re wrong.”
I come closer, tempting her, coaxing her to give in. I know she wants this as much as I do, she just doesn’t want to admit it. She takes in a sharp breath, and I can’t help but grunt at the sound.
She keeps her mouth shut, so I guess she’s finally ready to listen to me after all. Well, it’s not like I’ll let her go anywhere.
“She just wants to numb the pain,” I say. “They all do. That’s what I give them. I know what you’re thinking, but it couldn’t be further from the truth. My only role at that party was to hand out drugs. Period.”
“It wouldn’t surprise me if it was more than that,” she says, looking away. “You let them feel you up. Of course I’m thinking that’s also one of the things you do.”
A wolfish smile appears on my face. I like the way she thinks. “Thanks for the compliment. I feel flattered, but no, I’m not a gigolo.” It’s funny how she thinks she can already claim me as her own without us even having kissed yet. It’s like she’s already staking her territory, which is funny because I’ve been doing the same thing. “God. You almost sound like a girlfriend.”
Her eyes widen as she stares at me in bewilderment. The locks of her curly hair are draped along the sides of her face. Rain trickles down her cheeks, soaking her skimpy dress. With hungry eyes I swipe over her body. She gasps.
“Oh, did I strike a nerve?” I say. I’ve got her exactly where I want her.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She leans back, her hands searching for the hood of the car, desperate to cling onto something. Who’s she trying to fool? Not me.
“You know, I quite like this quibbling. It got some fun back into my life,” I say.
“You’re just provoking me,” she snaps.
With furrowed brows I say, “I’m dead serious. It’s funny seeing you get so worked up over nothing.”
“It’s not nothing!”
Is she still talking about Scarlet? I’m fucking over that already. I’d love to get back to me and her right now, and what I’m going to do to her once she lets go of the anxiety coiled up inside her.
“Hmm … no, I know what you want,” I muse. “You want to be the first to tame me. And you want me to ravage you.”
I grin slyly and narrow my eyes. I know my eyes can seduce her. I call them bedroom eyes. I know exactly what to do to get her all hot and bothered, and the power is such a fucking turn-on … hmmm.
She swallows. “You’re just making a joke out of this.”
“Why would I?” I say, lowering my head.
“Because I told you I never really had a boyfriend before, and you think that’s funny.”
No, I don’t think it’s funny. I think it’s fantastic. It means I can be the first, and I fucking love being the first. Winning is in my blood.
But she keeps looking at me like I’m trying to get under her skin. I’m not. This is the truth. I’m attracted to her. “You really don’t see it, do you?”
“What?”
“I’ve tried to keep you away from me. To show you that I’m a bastard. To make you see that I’m fucking messed up. And you still want me.”
She sucks on her lip, and it looks so goddamn sexy, I just … Fuck.
“Who said I want you?” she says. “You keep putting those words into my mouth. I never said anything like that.”
Shaking my head, I laugh. She’s still trying to ignore it, even though we can both see that’s clearly not true.
“And don’t say those things about yourself,” she adds.
Oh, how ironic. “But you can?”
“Yes, well―”
Okay. I’ve had about enough. If she doesn’t want to admit her feelings, or even acknowledge they’re there, I’m gonna have to convince her myself. “Oh, just shut up already.”
Inching forward, I move in for the kill.
I crash into her lips. All the lust, desire, and craving that was coiled up inside me bursts out of me like fireworks. Her mouth is as hot and luscious as I imagined it to be, the sweet, exhilarating taste of her lips consuming me with hunger. I love how she keeps her eyes on me while I take her mouth with mine. I’m claiming her, staking my territory, just like she did.
She gasps, but I don’t even give her a second to stop for air. I want her, and I want her now.
Screw the gan
g. Screw everything and fuck all the rules. I’m making her mine.
I kiss her in every way possible, ravaging her smooth, tender lips. I suck on them until they are pink and plush, the rawness exciting me. My tongue dips out to lick her, and she opens her mouth to let me in, finally giving in to me. She moans into my mouth, and it’s so fucking hot my cock throbs, getting harder and harder. I can’t wait to bury myself deep inside her.
Rain is pouring down on us, and it’s making me want to lick the water off her smooth skin. The black dress ain’t helping to keep my horniness in check. God, why’d she have to wear that? It’s like she wants me to nail her on the car.
My hand has already slipped from the car, and I find myself unable to keep my hands off her. With my fingers digging into her skin, I give her all the kisses I’ve been dying to give her. My cock is fully erect, and it strains my pants to the limit. All the wantonness is coming out in short bursts of sensual kisses, my desire taking control of me. Her lips drive me crazy, and our continued squabbling just now only makes it worse. I feel like I’m the victor and it feels fucking good. I finally have what I want: her.
I caress the bare skin on her back, her curvy waist and her sexy shoulders, dying to peel this dress off her so I can take a look at her beautiful body. My tongue is curling around hers, giving her a taste of what’s to come.
I take a step forward, put my hands firmly on her waist, and place her on the hood of the car. Lust is taking over my brain as I part her legs with mine to take full control. With her legs open for me and her mouth on mine I want to fuck her senseless. I could do it now, right here, if it wasn’t for the fact that we’re out in the open. Fuck, this is so hot I’d almost do it, but that’d be crazy.
I groan as I separate from her lips, and it almost feels unnatural to move away again. I glance into her half-mast eyes that are gazing back at me with scorching flames, ready for more. I’m glad she’s finally given up, and that we’re past the point of resisting each other. It wasn’t natural.
“You’re not fighting me anymore …” I whisper, brushing my lips along hers, the sweet taste still lingering on my lips. Her breath is raspy, which is exactly what I expected. “I told you I give girls what they want.” I lick my lips from the thrill of what I just did. “I knew I’d get you eventually.” I knew she’d let me do it.
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