Page 38 of The Last Call
His body stiffens from my grateful words. His hand tightening around mine. “What apology?”
“The way you took care of me. I know it’s not in you to admit you’re wrong or say ‘I’m sorry’ but I know that you are for what happened.”
An impassive expression fills his face. Unable or unwilling to accept that he’s actually as transparent as I am. Faking bored while he taps on his leg with his free hand and turns his attention to his window. Scanning the fields lining the landscape. Impatient with the drive. Maybe with me. “I fixed you so I could fuck you.”
Damn stubborn. I laugh and lay back against my seat. All of my anxiety evaporating from his act. He doesn’t fool me. Or let go of me. Instead he lifts our entwined fingers and kisses them. Goose bumps sprinkle across my arms from the gentle touch. A wordless acceptance of my forgiveness.
My butt bounces against the cushion after we turn off the main highway onto an unpaved road. The rocky path thrusting me up and down just like the butterflies lifting in my stomach with anticipation as we follow the curving path through the dense trees. A perfect place to dump my body if he really is mad at me. “Is this it?”
I know she means if we’ve arrived at our destination, but damn if she doesn’t sound slightly frightened. Reminding me again how insecure she really is about me. About us if she thinks she has anything to fear. “Yeah, lion this is it.”
Her exquisite neck strains around the seatbelt to catch another glimpse outside. Her bright eyes searching the driveway for answers. I fucking love seeing her curiosity. And hope to hell she likes my surprise as much as I think she will.
I guess she does. With a sexy little gasp and her slender fingers pressed against the darkened glass as if trying to touch the gift I offer to her. Shiny metal glinting in the sun from the row of twelve vehicles parked side by side in front of my garage.
“Are those your cars?”
She looks over her slight shoulder at me. Waiting for my response. Making my dick stir imagining the same expectant image of her when she’s on her elbows and knees in my bed. “If you mean did I pay for them, then technically no. I won them.”
Bex opens the door and I slide out, turning back to offer her my hand. Too late. She’s already scampered out. Vibrating next to me with excitement as we walk the line. Inspecting the luxurious automobiles.
“See over there?” Her gaze follows my finger pointing to the entrance of the trail cut through the wilderness. “It’s a three-mile track. Losers turn over their titles and try to win them back. Until then, they’re mine to do with as I please.”
“We’re racing?”
Another squeak of astonishment. And glorious pleasure. She’s fucking luminous when she’s excited. “Soon. Right now we’ll go together until you get the hang of it. Then I’ll let you drive on your own.”
“You trust me to drive one?”
I look her up and down just to prolong her agony. Pretending to question her abilities when I actually have zero doubt about everything and anything she’s capable of. “Can you drive a stick?”
Teasing fingertips trace a feather light trail up my hardening dick. Her challenging gaze boring into mine. “What do you think?”
Fuck me if she’s not flirting with me. Which I fucking love. Both her touching me as well as shocking the hell out of me. “That I’m about two seconds from shoving you to your knees and letting you prove you can.”
Which I wouldn’t hesitate to do. Except that I don’t want my men to see or hear her screams after I fuck her mouth and then bend her over the hood to remind her exactly who the boss is. Her full lips squeeze closed and all her haughtiness fades away while she jerks her hand back. Not wanting to lose her opportunity to race. Another reminder of how smart she really is. “Now pick out which one you want and I’ll take you for a ride.”
Hennessey. Porsche. Bugatti. SCC. Ferrari. Tesla. Lamborghini.
One by one she peruses the selection. Lingering on the sleek cobalt blue 911 before finally smiling and giving me a huge nod in front of the tangerine Venom F5. Ugly color but damn great race car. I love that she can see past the familiar to select the best option for the purpose. Another reason she’s going to kick ass on the Victorian.
“Very nice.” She surprises me again blushing under my praise. “Let’s go.”
Not waiting for me to escort her, she strides around alone and yanks open the passenger side door. Independence that I appreciate but need to reign in just the same. Can’t have my lion thinking she can do whatever she wants.
Her sunglasses are already moved from the top of her head to cover her sparkling eyes when I slide in. Slight hands running forward and backward parallel to her thighs on the black leather and diamond pattern seat in anticipation of taking off.
“How fast can we go?”
I thought I was too damn jaded for anything to excite me anymore, but I can’t lie that her enthusiasm isn’t contagious. Bored from racing the same old bastards again and again, it’s actually enjoyable to introduce her to the sport. “The car’s capable of going over three hundred miles an hour. However, with your fragile state we’re going to keep it down to a reasonable speed until you’re ready for more.”
She shakes her head furiously at me. Disobedient as ever. “I’m fine, and I’m ready.”
The interior’s tight but she’s small, and it doesn’t take much effort for me to turn and haul her out of her seat and lay her across my lap. Cradling her sweet head in the crook of my arm so it doesn’t slam against the window. I just got her better, I’m not damaging her again.
So damn stunning as she stares up at me after I slide off her shades. Ebony hair splayed across my bicep and plump lips parted in surprise stained with dark red lipstick I can’t wait to see smeared all over my cock. I cup her flushed cheek. “I will never take chances with your health or safety. If I don’t think you’re ready, then you’re not ready.”
I infuse steel in my voice as hard as my dick with her trapped in my grip, ensuring my message is clearly received. “Do you think I’d ever hurt you or let anything happen to you?”
