Page 19 of Red's Revenge

I open the passenger side door of my truck and wait for her to climb in.

“Um,” she looks around and bites her lip.

“Need a lift?” I try to hide my smug smile.

“Yes, you asshole.” I chuckle as I grab her by the hips and lift her up, setting her gently on the seat.

She has her knees clamped together so she doesn’t flash anyone. I have to stop myself from prying them open and burying my face between them.

“Now, be a good girl, and don’t ruin my seats.” I wink at her, and her face turns beet red.

I close her door and laugh to myself.

I climb in and start the truck before looking over at her. She’s a vision tonight, and I could just shoot myself in the foot for not saying so earlier, but those boots robbed me of any politeness my Ma ingrained in me.

“You look beautiful, Cami.” She turns to look at me with a sharp response on her lips, but for some reason, she swallows it back.

I’m unsure what she sees on my face, but she blushes again and nods.

“Thank you.” She fidgets some more once she breaks eye contact, and the cab of my truck seems to shrink.

“Hope you like steak.” She snorts and shakes her head in disbelief.

“Of course, we’re going to a steak house.” I smile as I pull out of the parking lot.

“It is Texas, Darlin’.”

Chapter Eight

CAMILA

The cab of Red’s truck smells precisely like him. Leather, amber, musk, and a smell that is uniquely his, surrounds me, invading my every pore. It’s comforting and warm, making me think thoughts I should not be thinking.

I want to live in his scent.

I uncross and recross my legs for the millionth time, trying desperately to calm my clit down. Why did I let my petty self get the best of me? The man said not to wear panties, and my brain said, OKAY!

Stupid.

“Comfortable?” I don’t even bother to look at him.

There is no need. I can clearly hear the smirk in the time he used to ask that dumb fucking question. As we drive into Houston, I tilt my head to look out the window.

“Perfect. It’s such a pretty night. I can’t believe they’re calling for snow here tomorrow.” I made a mental note to check into my flight when I got back to the hotel.

“It doesn’t happen often, but when it does snow, the whole city shuts down. It’s been years, though.” I tap my fingers on my thigh, unused to not having my phone with me.

He pulled me out of the hotel without anything to my name.

“Darlin’, you’re about to bounce the tires off my truck. Relax, we’re almost there.” His warm hand lands on my bouncing knee, and sparks fly up to my core.

I gasp as my core clenches.

“Sensitive. Good to know.” This time, I do look at his face, but it isn’t smugness I find.

No, it’s worse. It’s wonder and fascination.

“I’m not. You just surprised me.” I push his hand off and miss his touch the moment it’s gone.

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