Page 33 of Fastlander Fighter

He dipped his bright gaze to her little finger, and a curious smile spread across his features.

“What?” she asked.

“The females in my Crew take pinky-swears very seriously.”

“I also take them very seriously.”

He hooked his pinky in hers, then pulled her hand closer and pressed his lips to her knuckles in a soft kiss. “Now it’s even more serious,” he told her.

Butterflies were swarming her stomach as her knuckles tingled from where his lips had touched her.

“I can try for friendship,” she uttered on a breath.

He huffed a laugh and arched his eyebrows at her bodysuit. “You’re going to make that hard on me if you keep dressing like this. I’m going to need you to wear a potato sack on our next friend-date, please and thank you.”

“I know you’re joking, but I just got paid and I have enough left over after bills to buy a potato sack, and I have your phone number now. I can send you a potato-sack selfie.”

Captain stared at her pointedly, then adjusted his dick and shook his head as he eased his truck out of her driveway.

She couldn’t stifle her grin right now if she tried. Captain was having trouble staying away from her. She could tell. Had she ever felt like this before? She couldn’t recall a time.

“Where are we going to eat?” she asked. “I mean, I’m not picky. I’ve been living on TV dinners when I don’t have Ruger.”

“And let me guess—chicken nuggets when you have him?”

She laughed and nodded. “Yep. I’m so bored. I’ve been trying to doctor them up with different dipping sauces.”

“Well, normally I would ask what kind of food you’re craving, but I kind of have something planned. Are you okay with pizza?”

“Absolutely. I will admit that pineapple on pizza isn’t my favorite though, so if that is your jam, I’m afraid I will have to get my own personal small pizza.”

He chuckled. “We’ll be fine. I like meat-lovers.”

“I’m all in on the meats.”

An old Nelly song was playing on the stereo, so she turned up the volume and mouthed the lyrics as she watched the apartment buildings blur by.

“Well, don’t stay quiet about it. Sing if you know it,” he encouraged her.

So she did, dramatically, hand gestures and passionate facial expressions included. By the second run of the chorus, he was singing along too, and okay! He was fun!

The drive was long enough for them to go through a dozen songs, most of which were throwbacks to when they were in high school. When they pulled up to Big Moon Pizza Pies, her face was aching from smiling so much.

She was on a date. He could call it a friend-date all he wanted, but he made her stay in her seat until he could get to her side to open the door for her, and when they went inside, he opened the door for her and pressed his fingertips on the small of her back to guide her in.

Inside, it was crowded, and the wait seemed to be very long. Perhaps he would choose to go somewhere less busy.

But when they got to the host stand, he told the hostess they were meeting someone here. She asked if it was a big group, then led them through the main room and up some stairs to a back room with fewer tables and a pool table in the corner.

There was a big party against the wall, and one of them greeted them before they’d even made it all the way into the dining room.

A blond man with a big smile waved to them. “I knew it!”

“Want to meet my Crew?” Captain asked against her ear.

“Really?” she asked, excitement bubbling up inside of her.

He nodded. “They’re all idiots, so don’t be offended by anything they say.”

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