Page 25 of I Stop Somewhere Waiting For You

I pull my phone from my pocket, only to have my face twist with confusion at the realization there’s no incoming call. However, the ringing continues. It takes me a second, but I realize it’s coming from my bag. I dig through, thinking I must be going crazy until, sure enough, my hand comes to locate a phone that looks exactly like mine.

An unknown number displays across the screen. I swipe up, bringing it to my ear.

“Hello?” I ask, confused as shit.

“It should be illegal for you to look that fucking sexy in a uniform. You know that?”

The deep bass of his voice floods my core with arousal, my face splitting into a wide grin.

“You like?” I do a quick spin, putting on a show for wherever he is.

“That would be the understatement of the century. What’s underneath?”

“Why don’t you come out and take a peek?” I bite my lip as my fingertips playfully twist the hem of my plaid skirt. “See for yourself?”

I hear the growl he fails to suppress as it rumbles within his chest. “Black F150 across the street. Get your sexy ass over here.”

“So bossy,” I mock, stifling a giggle.

“Now,” he demands before the line clicks out.

I let out a low chuckle while shaking my head. Tossing the phone back into my bag, I skip out to the road where I cross quickly and make my way toward the truck. I can’t see him inside—the windows are completely blacked out—but I can feel his eyes on me.

I loosen my tie as I approach before undoing the top two buttons of my blouse. I reach the passenger side and pull the handle. As soon as the door swings open, Mav’s strong hand reaches over and grips my wrist, pulling me up into the truck. I squeal as I slam the door shut behind me.

Mav drags me over the center console into the driver’s side, where I come to rest straddling his lap. The only thing separating my bare pussy from his denim-clad cock is a thin pair of blue lace panties. I can feel him growing beneath me.

He scans me up and down, taking in everything from my crisp white button-down and navy plaid skirt, all the way down to my navy blue knee-highs and black leather Doc Martens. His eyes darken, and the way his desire-fueled gaze is roaming over my body almost makes him look drunk.

“Hey, you.” I smile. “Nice cell phone drop, by the way. Very subtle with the sidewalk bump. Who’d you pay off for that one?”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he reaches up, allowing both hands to cup either side of my face and guiding my mouth down to his. My lips part, and he seizes the opportunity to slide his tongue inside, gently caressing it against my own.

He’s such a good kisser. The way he expertly manipulates his tongue has me dreaming of all the other things he must know how to do with it. My hips take on a rhythm all their own, instinctively oscillating against him, establishing a friction that has my pussy craving his touch. He shifts in the seat beneath me, and the addition of his movement against my own has a moan escaping me into his mouth.

I pull back, sitting upright as I slowly work to free myself of the confines of my shirt. Just as the next button falls open, exposing my white lace bra, Mav’s hand shoots out to grip mine, halting my movements.

“You don’t have to do this.” His words come out rushed, almost as though he’s struggling for air. “We should stop.”

It’s as though he’s doused me in ice water. I clutch at the fabric of my shirt, holding it together, nursing my wounded ego. “You don’t want to?”

“That’s not what I said,” he replies, his jaw tightening as his hand swipes his hair back out of his face. “I think it’s pretty fucking obvious I want to.” He glances down toward his lap, the outline of his massive dick prominently on display.

“Then what’s the issue?”

“I just… I don’t want you to feel like you need to do this for me. We’ve got time. It’s not what I’m here for.”

I’m ready to ask him what the fuck has him feeling so morally righteous all of a sudden, when it hits me. I’m the sister of his archnemesis and, no matter how different they may seem, certain alpha tendencies run deep. There’s no way this boy didn’t run a full background check on my ass. Which means only one thing…

“You know,” I whisper.

He averts his eyes, looking everywhere but me.

Fuck. The universe just couldn’t let me have it, could it? The one person who made me feel whole again, but it was too good to be true.

Some trauma’s too ugly to see past.

I climb up off Mav’s lap, dropping down into the passenger seat beside him. My disappointment is evident in my exhale as I start doing up the buttons on my shirt before tucking it into my skirt. I reach for the door handle when Mav shoots forward, ripping my bag from my hand.

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