Page 36 of Mistle-Ho

Instead, I’m met with understanding and offers to meet up for lunch soon.

“Weird.” I stare at my phone as Gavin directs me to where my car is parked.

“What’s wrong?” He scans the lot, tugging me closer.

“My friends aren’t pissed I’m leaving.” I frown down at the messages, disappointed. Part of me was hoping they’d talk me out of whatever temporary insanity is possessing me.

No such luck.

“Good.” Gavin urges me to the passenger’s side of my small SUV and holds out his hand. “Keys.”

I frown at him. “Why do you get to drive?”

“Because I watched you suck down a drink less than half an hour ago.”

Normally Gavin is laid back and easygoing. Full of jokes and jabs. Not tonight. Tonight he’s being bossy, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.

“Now give me your keys.”

I unhook my fob from the small bag I brought and pass it over. “If you put a single scratch on her, I will murder you.”

“You can try.” He presses the unlock button and opens the door, one big hand coming to rest against my back as he urges me inside. “Actually, I might really enjoy that.”

He pinches my apartment key between his fingers and makes like he’s going to drag it down the side of my car.

“You better fucking not.” I swing at him and he easily dodges my second assault attempt of the evening, laughing as he catches my wrist and uses the hold to fold me back into the seat.

“I will be careful with your car, Al. I promise.” His eyes move over me, gaze heated as it lingers on my tits. “You, on the other hand…”

The speed with which he goes from teasing to eye fucking would give me whiplash if my body wasn’t so happy to be along for the ride.

Gavin leans in, coming so close I can feel the heat radiating off his skin. One finger traces the line of my jaw. “You, I will beverycareful with.”

He straightens and closes the door, leaving me panting.

I’m still lightheaded when he opens the driver’s door. After leaning in to slide the seat back as far as it will go, he crams himself behind the wheel, looking both hot as hell and ridiculous as fuck at the same time. I snort, unable to stop myself from laughing as he tries to get situated.

Gavin angles a dark brow at me as he starts the engine. “You think something’s funny, Al?”

I nod, high on whiskey and endorphins. “You look hilarious.”

“Yeah?” He backs out of the spot, angling the wheel to take us toward the exit.

Once we’re moving forward, his hand slides against my thigh, fingers tucking under the fabric of my romper to part my pussy and tease against my clit. I’m still embarrassingly wet from what happened in the hall, so his touch glides against me easily, strangling a little moan through my lips.

Gavin shoots me a smirk. “Still hilarious?”

I don’t know how I went from being pissed at him to letting him finger me as he drives us home, and I don’t really care.

Not at this moment anyway.

But then, just as I’m about to tip over the edge for a second time, he pulls his hand out of my shorts, clamping the width of his palm over my pussy, making it impossible for me to finish what he started.

“You dick.” I grip his wrist, trying to move his hand, but the man is unbudgeable. “You’re making me regret my life choices.”

His hand flexes, teasing me with just enough pressure to keep me on edge. “I don’t think so.”

I scoff, frustrated and, honestly, a little confused. “You’re awfully cocky for a guy who—”

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