Chapter 6
Riggs
Me
Did you manage to get some sleep yesterday?
I should leave things well enough alone, but I can’t. Zoe is all I can think about. As long as I don’t give in to my desires, we’re not hurting anyone.
Zoe
I did. I even managed to make it to both of my classes.
Me
Good girl.
Zoe
Are you around?
I call Zoe, and she answers on the first ring. “Hey.” Even through the phone, her tension is unmistakable.
“What’s wrong?”
“I was at a date party and my, um, the guy I’m with. . . he, uh, I don’t want to stay here. I need a ride home.”
Fuck. If he touched her, I’ll kill him. “Are you okay?”
“It’s not like that. He just drank too much and is annoying me. He keeps trying to kiss me.”
“Text me the address, and I’ll be right there.” I know it’s a mistake, but the thought of leaving her in a situation in which she doesn’t feel comfortable is unacceptable.
“Hurry,” she says before ending the call.
It takes me fifteen minutes to get to her when it probably should’ve taken twenty-five. I pull up to the curb of the fraternity house, where Zoe waits for me. She opens the door before I get my truck into park.
“Are you okay?” If she says no, I’m going into that party and I’m not leaving without knocking some sense into that kid.
“Yes. I just want to go home,” she says with a sigh, gesturing for me to go.
“Want to talk about it?”
“My friend set me up on a date. It didn’t go well.”
I clear my throat, hating how glad I am that she didn’t like the guy. “Um, what happened?”
“He’s not you,” she whispers.
“Zoe,” I groan, rubbing the back of my neck. Is she trying to kill me?
I pull into a parking spot in front of her apartment and turn off the truck.
“Thank you for the ride.”
She leans over to hug me, but I turn my face, and our lips meet. Ignoring how she’s off limits, I deepen the kiss as she moves to straddle me. My cock hardens between us, and I grip her hips, moving her up and down the length of my shaft.
Fuck. She feels so good.
“Riggs,” she moans.
I jerk open my eyes, stilling her movements as I end our kiss. “We can’t do this.”
“Why?”
“You know why.” I move her back to the passenger seat, fully aware of her eyes on my tented jeans.
“Fine,” she hisses, jumping down from my lifted truck and slamming the door behind her.
I watch her walk away, hating that I’ve upset her. I pull out my phone and send her a text.
Me
I’m sorry.
Zoe
Me too.
Me
If things were different, I’d kiss you forever.
Zoe
. . .
. . .
Thanks for the ride.
Fuck! Why is life so unfair?
Zoe
Can I call you?
Me
I’m having lunch with my daughter. Can we talk later?
Zoe
Sure.
Me
You around?
Me
Zoe?
Me
Is everything okay?
Zoe
Busy. Talk later.
Me
Ok.
Fuck.