Page 45 of Fractured
Me – Shut up so I can drive.
Sparkles – Yes, sir.
You can call me, sir, any fucking time you want.
Fucking hell, I reached down and adjusted my cock.
This was going to be hell.
And the moment I pulled up outside Talia’s apartment building, that statement repeated in my head.
Any time I got to see her golden skin on display, I couldn’t help myself not to stare.
And... I had to force my body on lock down, so I didn’t reach out, wrap her waist, haul her to me, and devour every inch of her.
Those light-washed jean shorts she was wearing, I knew, had to have been an old pair of jeans. Because they looked soft, and well loved, and fucking short.
She had the button undone, and the white pockets showed against her long, tanned legs.
Long, tanned legs that led up to the fucking promised land that was covered by a piece of fucking denim.
I wish I were the fucking piece of denim.
Lord have fucking mercy on me.
She stepped to my car and climbed in.
Then I wanted to slap myself upside my head.
Fucking too busy staring at her and didn’t even get out and open her door.
I needed to get my head on straight.
She winked at me, then asked, “You ready?”
I nodded, then looked at her, “Seatbelt.”
She snickered, buckled up, and then we headed to the marina.
I caught Talia from the corner of my eye nodding her head along to the beat of the music, with her arm outside of the window, her bracelets around her wrist doing the wave.
A horn blared, and I looked in my rearview mirror and shook my head.
Garrick, Tatum, and Sage were coming up behind us.
I blew my horn right back and revved my motor, which caused Talia to giggle.
Then she threw her head back and laughed when a few car alarms that were on the sides of the road on Main Street blared.
I chuckled because that was funny as hell.
We made the turn onto the road that was a straight shot to the marina.
And traffic was backed up.
It always was.
They had talked about turning this two-lane into a four-lane, and they fucking needed to.
