Page 66 of One Week Wingman

“Because you know, we haven’t said we’re going steady…” I tease him, mock serious. “And homecoming’s right around the bend...”

Sebastian gives a tortured laugh. “You want my letter jacket?” he asks, thrusting his hips up, “You’ve got it. Anything you want. Just don’t stop.Please.”

I pump him with my hands again, reveling in the half-crazed look in his eyes. The one I put there. God, I love the way he looks at me. Like I’m some kind of goddess, the center of the world.

“I have a better idea,” I whisper, too turned on to wait any longer. I push down my jeans and position myself so I’m straddling his lap, looking down at him in the moonlight. Seb sounds a low groan, instinctively gripping my hips, sliding a hand between us to dip into my wetness.

“Baby…” he breathes, and I feel a glow. Our eyes lock, and the connection is electric. Desire, hot and sweet, but something more there too, an incredible intimacy as I move, about to sink down and take him inside me—

There’s a loud knock at the window. “Excuse me.”

I let out a yelp of surprise, sitting up so fast I bash my head against the roof. “Owww!” I cry, reeling, as a flashlight beam sweeps over us.

“Could you step out of—wait, Roxy?”

Oh god.

“Stevie?” I croak, squinting at the Deputy currently shining his flashlight at us.

“Hey,” he replies, smiling. “I heard you were back in town. For the reunion, right?”

“Right,” I answer faintly.

“You two know each other?” Seb’s voice is strained. I’m still straddling his lap, and thankfully, my open jacket is covering any of our vital organs, butoh my god, I want to die.

“I used to babysit him,” I blurt, flushing from head to toe. “Umm, Stevie? Could you give us a sex? I mean, a sec?”

“Sure. Right.” The flashlight lowers, and Stevie moves a safe distance away.

I scramble off Sebastian and yank up my jeans. “I cannot believe this is happening,” I wail, tumbling out of the car.

I think I hear Seb laugh, but surely he’s not laughing at a time like this.

I focus on Stevie. “I didn’t know you worked for the Sheriff’s office now.” He looks like an overgrown Boy Scout in his uniform.

“Just started.” He’s blushing so hard that his ears are glowing. “They have me on patrol, you know, see if anyone’s doing anything they shouldn’t.”

Like us. Here. Doing… Whatever we were two seconds away from doing.

I take a deep breath. “Well, we better be getting home!”

“Not so fast, Rox.” He shakes his head. “I’m afraid I have to book you for this.”

“For what?” I try to look innocent.

He coughs. “Your, umm, shirt is undone.”

Shit. I button it up, just as Sebastian emerges from the car. “Good to meet you,” he says politely.

“Sure, you too.” They pause the humiliation to shake hands, but I’m still desperately trying to think of a way out of this—before half the town knows I was caught indecently exposing myself up at Blackbottom Lake.

God, my mom is going to kill me!

“Stevie, can’t you look the other way? Just this once? Like that time I found you…WatchingSpring Breakers. I didn’t tell your mom then, saved you a whole lot of trouble.”

He nods, vigorously. “I do remember. And I appreciate it. But… This is my job, Roxy. I’m sorry, but I’m gonna have to take you down to the station.”

“And this iswhy I left Ashford Falls the minute I turned eighteen and never looked back,” I tell Seb, half an hour later.

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