Page 24 of Winning the Nightcap

I’m staring at Bec, while her entire face flames a deep shade of pink and her mouth drops open. It’s not well lit in the car, only the light from her dashboard controls and the faint glow from the light above Dom and Ellie’s garage, so I know she’s truly mortified if I can see her blushing. I don’t know whether or not to look away as we both listen to a woman completely coming apart, screaming and moaning.

Holy shit, I’ve got to look away from Bec. Hearing this…and looking at her. I can feel myself getting hard and that is the last thing I need right now.

I turn away, focusing my eyes forward, which must snap Bec out of it because out of the corner of my eye, I see her slowly reach over to the knob on her console and simply turn the volume all the way down.

Silence. The loudest silence in history fills the space between us.

“Wish I had thought to just turn down the volume,” she whispers.

“Hm.” I nod, my head bobbing like one of those dashboard bobble heads they carry in the team’s shop of all of the players.

What the fuck am I supposed to say right now? I’m half-hard, my mind racing to make sense of what just happened, but all I can think about is if Bec would sound like that coming for me. Would she want me to talk to her like that? If I told her all the things I want to do to her, would she let me?

“So, um, I like smutty romance books. The girls and I have a book club. That’s this month’s book I was listening to earlier.”

“Sounds like educational stuff. A lot, uh, a lot of good stuff there. Sounds like…a nice time.” I inwardly cringe.

Did I just say that sounded educational? I mean, yeah, I might feel a little enlightened, but only because I just discovered a side of Bec that I amtoohappy to meet.

“It’s very educational,” she replies.

Huh?

Bec’s looking down in her lap, her hands braced on the steering wheel. She pauses and lets out an audible breath. “I’m going to drive now. But later, when I get home and I’m alone in my bed, I’m going to listen to that again. I’m going to think about this moment and pretend that it’s happening to me,” she says, meeting my eyes. “Are you going to think about it too?”

I’m stunned speechless. Fuck yes, I’m going to be thinking about what I just heard…most likely it’ll play in my mind on repeat for the rest of time. But is she asking me if I’m going to be thinking about her thinking about it, and maybe thinking about me too? What is she going to be doing while she thinks about it? Is she flirting with me? Am I losing my mind? I think my brain just melted.

A flash of confidence strikes, surprising me, and I decide to take a risk. “Bec, there is no way I could think about anything else for the rest of the night. But now that you’ve told me that you’ll be thinking about it, too, there won’t be any Delilah in the version I replay for myself later.”

It’ll be you, Bec.

I let the implication speak for me.

Her eyes flash to my mouth. She licks her bottom lip and bites it. A habit of hers I continue to notice and now find myself watching and waiting for glimpses of. I want to bite it too. “What else happens in your version?” It’s practically a whisper, but I hear every word reverberating in my mind.

I don’t know if it’s the tension that I’ve felt between us since I moved back to town, or if it’s the safety of darkness lowering inhibitions and reservations for us both, but all of a sudden, I feel like the Bec from years ago is sitting next to me, turning my insides into liquid fire. I want to reach over, wrap one hand around the back of her neck, and pull her close. Grip her thigh and run my palm up her leg to find her center warm and wet for me.

Holy fuck. I gotta get out of this car.

My thoughts are going from rational, reasonable, and respectful to fucking filth.

“I wanted to show you when we met. I like to think it would have sounded a lot like your book. I would have taken my time with you. There isn’t an inch of you I wouldn’t have worshipped. We would have made a mess of things. Made a mess of each other. We would have gotten a noise complaint in that hotel and deserved it. I would have left your body feeling weak, thoroughly used up from the inside out. You would have begged me to carry you out of the room when we finally had to leave, because I wouldn’t waste a minute we had together, wringing every ounce of pleasure out of you that I possibly could.”

She gives me a wicked smile and simply states, “I think I like your version better than my book.” She shifts her car into gear and drives us to the city in silence, leaving my mind to wander through thoughts of what could have been and what could possibly still be.

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Aiden: Hey Dom, can you do me a solid?

Dom: Sure, what’s up?

Aiden: Can you text me the name of the book Ellie’s reading right now?

Dom: Um, why are you asking what book my wife is reading?

Aiden: Don’t make it weird, man. Bec mentioned their book club, and I’ve been trying to get back into reading. Can you just send me the title?

Dom: Did she mention the types of books they read? Because if you’re looking for a thriller or classic, the girls can’t help you.

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