Page 36 of Careless

I gasp and jump away from Rian, his head snaps around, watching the same truck I do.

We both know whose vehicle that is. My brother.

“Get in the fucking car,” Rian hisses and shoves me in that direction. He had pulled it up onto the sidewalk, next to a parked SUV, because apparently rules don’t apply to him. I hurry to get inside, but Rian lays the passenger seat down, motioning for me to get in the back. Why the back seat? “Get in.”

I bite my tongue and scrunch into the small space. I peer out the back window, watching my brother’s truck tail lights disappear around the corner. I wait on bated breath, praying he doesn’t realize he just passed his sister and best friend making out.

The bench dips under Rian’s weight as he climbs in beside me and closes the door.

“What are you doing?” I hiss. He should be in the driver’s seat, getting us the hell out of here.

“Chill. That giant ass SUV blocks anyone’s view of my car. Plus, my windows are blacked out. If he drives back around, there’s no way he will see us.”

Then, as if our lives aren’t in danger, Rian grasps my waist and pulls me into his lap. He adjusts my legs so I'm straddling him. What the hell is wrong with him? He knows this is a risky situation, and he’s taking too many risks.

I place my hands on his chest. “You said you wouldn’t push things,” I say as he tucks a stray hair behind my ear.

“Are you surprised I’m breaking that promise, kid?”

I have always felt that this nickname was demeaning, but this time, it takes on an affectionate tone.

He trails his mouth down my throat, ripping a moan from my lips. Rian’s fingers trail along my waist, and I lose myself in his touch. God, there’s nothing better than being completely caught up in him—in what we could be together.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he rasps against my damp skin as he grabs my hips and pulls me down on his hard length then slides my core against.

“I didn’t go anywhere,” I whisper as he lifts his hips for better friction.

“Yes, you did. You went into your head. You stopped fighting with me and giving me that sexy smile.” He tugs me closer, flush with his body, and he takes my mouth again.

“We need to stop,” I murmur between kisses, but he doesn’t let me go. Rian uses one hand to push my skort up around my waist as he grabs my hair again, angling my head to deepen the kiss.

“You don’t want that.” He groans before he assaults my throat, biting at the flesh like he wants to eat me alive. “Say yes and I’ll fuck you right here. I’ll sink my cock into your tight pussy. I’ll give it to you, baby.” He pushes his hand into my panties and runs his finger along my slit, teasing me in a way that should make me concede to whatever he wants.

The difference is my mind is starting to clear from the alcohol and weed.

“We can’t,” I nearly cry out the words as he runs his teeth over my pulse point.

Rian pulls his hand from my underwear and straightens my skort. Instead of grabbing my waist like he did before, he wraps his arms around me and presses his face into my neck. If he can’t be in me, it seems he will settle with being as close to me as possible.

“I really hate you sometimes,” he grumbles like the grumpy pants he normally is.

I laugh. “No, you don’t.”

“Fine,” he growls. “But I really don’t like not getting my way.”

Now, there’s the truth. He can’t stand it when someone else wins or he has to let them win. We both know if he pushed hard enough, I’d break and would have sex with him, but I’m trying to do the right thing for everyone. The smart thing.

That’s just really hard when a big part of me wants to do the irresponsible thing, throw caution to the wind, and accept everything Rian wants to give me. All I would need is to slide his zipper down, pull my underwear aside and slide down that thick and long pole of his. I can’t help the shutter of goosebumps at the thought.

“You said you love me,” I say as his arms tighten around me. This is the first time I’ve let myself even feel a modicum of happiness about those words he said. They just made me sad before, but not now.

“Don’t let it go to your head, kid.”

I giggle like a little girl from his chosen rebuttal. He didn’t deny it. Such a grouch. I run my fingers through his soft locks as his hands slip up and down my spine, tracing patterns across my back.

I want to see those words fall from his lips again. I want him to watch me as I say them, too. But knowing him, he’ll just use it against me to make me give in to him. That will just make things worse and accomplish nothing.

“I really do need to go home.” I sigh, and in a few minutes, we’re back on the road.

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