Page 554 of Hell Hath No Fury
He fiddled with something for a minute, then, “Jesus, Nora…”
“Like I have the money to shit on an oil change.”
He fiddled with something for a minute, then slammed the hood. “From now on, just ask me to change it for you.”
A moment of silence passed between us in the dark. From now on. That seemed… presumptuous? Like we would just keep this little sex exchange going for an undetermined amount of time.
“But for right now…” Smirking, Wolf leaned in close enough that I caught the spicey-clean scent of his body wash. “It’s fucked.”
“Great.” Just what I needed.
“We can take you home. I’ll come back later with my truck and tow it.”
On a sigh, I cast a glance over my shoulder at my crappy car sitting on the dark shoulder of the highway. Maybe I’d get lucky and someone would steal it so I could get insurance money. “Thanks.”
I followed him to the back of Bellamy’s idling, smashed-up Honda. Before I even opened the door, Hendrix was already staring at me from the front, the car’s interior light catching the delighted smirk on his face.Great.Just when I thought my night couldn’t get any worse, I would have to deal with his crazy ass.
Wolf got in before me, and as soon as my butt hit the tattered cloth, Hendrix spun around in his seat and glared at Wolf. “Now you’re banging Stumpy Ass, Snora Nora?” He cackled.
Wolf punched the headrest.
“Hell no, asshole.” It wasn’t a lie. I wasn’t banging Wolf—just everything but.
“Then why is she textingyou?”
“He’s the least obnoxious out of you guys.” Again, not a lie.
The car pulled onto the dark highway. “Hells Bells” by AC/DC came on. Hendrix slapped Bellamy’s shoulder. “Hells Bells, Bell. It’s your song.”
Bellamy shook his head. “Why did all those girls fuck you?”
“Because I have a massive, pierced cock.” Hendrix patted Bellamy’s shoulder. “I know you and your shriveled-up microdick don’t understand the duty that places on a man’s shoulders.” He snorted. “Maybe that’s why Drewbers is dating your ass. Rich people love a case of charity.”
My bestie’s dating him had nothing to do with charity, that was for damn sure. I also, unfortunately, knew way too much about Drew and Bellamy’s relationship, and from the way she talked, Bellamy didnothave a small dick.
Wolf laughed. “Charity case. Like he’s The Good Bell.”
Hendrix’s head whipped around like a Prairie Dog. “What the actual dick-covered hell is that supposed to mean?”
“You know, like the Goodwill…The Good Bell…”
To be fair. It was pretty bad. “Leave the witty shit to me, you boring stump of a man,” Hendrix said.
Wolf snorted. “Says the human amoeba.”
They bickered over who was stupider, who had the bigger dick, and the whole time, Wolf’s fingers skimmed the side of my thigh. The farther up my leg he went, the more I tensed, trying not to react. Part of me wanted him to slip his hand beneath my dress, to touch me right there, in the dark back seat of his friend’s car. God, what was wrong with me? The small touch had me so distracted that it took me a minute to realize we were headingawayfrom Dayton.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
Hendrix glanced over his shoulder, and Wolf snatched away his hand. “We’ve got shit to do.”
Oh, that was never good where they were concerned. Because everything they did was horrible. “What kind of ‘shit?’”
“Illegal shit.” Hendrix looked insulted that I would think anything else before he turned back to the front, mumbling Bora Snora under his breath.
“I don’t want to be an accessory to whatever you’re up to.”
“Too late,” Wolf's lips brushed my throat, his hand landing back on the top of my thigh, finger sweeping my crotch. “You’re definitely an accessory.”
