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“It's nice.” I pull my lips into my mouth before the confession. “I like it.”

Landon smirks, glee apparent. He's fucking reveling in this. “You do realize we've already been doing that?”

“Whatever.” I roll my eyes. “Do you accept it or not?”

“Accept.” He casually plops a kiss onto the corner of my lips.

My heart. My poor fucking heart. It goes wild.

“Now what?”

“N-n-now…” I stammer, then clear my throat, faking confidence. “Now I get dressed and meet my friends.”

“Sounds good, baby. Can I drive you?”

Chapter 35: Kill the Cheating Pig

Landon

Indi crushes the second bottle of water, downing the last gulp with a contentahhh. She scoots up to toss it into the makeshift trash bag hanging from the passenger seat, then pauses to rest her cheek on the side of the driver's seat, chin on my shoulder. “Question.”

“Yes, Ms. Davé?” My lips stretch to a smug smile at our little driver-passenger game.

“How'd your car get here? Didn't you take the bus up with the team?”

“I did. Trevor drove it up for me.”

The cutest wrinkle forms between her brows. “Why?”

“If you didn't come to the game, I was going to head back to see you.”

“But you have a game on Sunday. In Winnipeg.” Her eyes narrow.

We idleat a light behind a line of stopped cars. I take the chance and kiss the bridge of her nose. “Yep. We fly tomorrow at noon.”

“If I hadn't showed up, you planned to drive down and back here within twelve hours?”

I lift my shoulder, closing her gaping mouth until her teeth clack together. “Maybe.”

“You're nuts.”

Indi crosses her arm over my chest. I keep it pressed over my heart and she pulls aside my hoodie to leave a sharp kiss onto my neck. I shudder.

“But you make up for it by being thehottestfake Uber driver,” she murmurs into my ear, sliding over the leather into the back-row bucket seat. I clear my throat and compose myself, readjusting the black hood over my black baseball cap.

The pack of Twinkies hidden in my front pocket crackles when I shift in my seat, tugging at my crotch. To distract from visualizing the filthy last hour in the hotel room, I rip open the thin plastic and stuff one end of a cream-filled cake roll into my mouth.

“What are you eating?”

“Twinkie,” I confess with a full mouth.

Indi hums. “You know, I've never had one.” She extends her slender arm to swipe the remaining piece from my loose grasp before shimmying back into the seat. “Let's see what all the fuss is about. Gotta scope out my competition and all.” Her eyebrow perks. “Here goes nothing.”

A singlehapuffs out and I almost choke as the whole cake disappears between those gorgeous lips. She moans through a chew. “Oh, myGod.”

Balling the plastic wrap in her fist, she drops it into the trash bag. My dick twitches seeing her throat swallow it all.

“It's so soft and sweet. I taste better than that?”

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