CHAPTER 7 #3
I let out a deep breath, shaking my head to clear it. I then shift my weight in the driver’s seat… only to realize my right hand isn’t on the gearshift, but on the center console, my fingers completely intertwined with Oliver’s.
Fuck!
I immediately pull my hand back, wrapping both hands tightly around the steering wheel, because of course, now I drive like a Grandma…
Get a grip, Soto.
We drive in silence for another couple of minutes, and this damn quietness is eating at my nerves. Oliver is usually chatty, but right now, he is staring blankly out the passenger window, and this isn’t helping.
Did he hear what Finnian said?
No… That’s impossible.
I made sure he was outside before I even got close to the counter.
“Hey,” I say, lightly patting his knee. “Is everything okay over there?”
The second my palm connects with his jeans, my brain screams.
You are touching him again fucking idiot!
God damn it.
I immediately retract my arm, gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turn white.
Oliver turns to look at me, but he looks sad. “I’m fine… Just thinking.”
“About what, nene?” I ask, minding what I say, since I am aware that these freaking shadows defiled my beautiful car by adding a tiny audio bug that Silvio installed under the dashboard two weeks ago.
Basically, Franco and Silvio are trailing us three cars back, listening to every word we say.
“I was just wondering…” Oliver bites his lip, hesitating.
Fuck!
He heard…
“…Why was Kai so possessive of you?”
“Kai?” I frown, completely taken aback.
Ok, I was not expecting this.
“I’m just saying…” Oliver continues. “I understand why you would have gotten together with someone as fit as him.”
Ohhh…
I let out a sigh of relief and place my hand over Oliver’s thigh. And I don’t move it away, because I fucking like how it feels, so screw it.
“Ollie, I have never slept with Kai.”
Oliver’s eyes widen. “You haven’t? But the way he acted…”
“He’s tried for a while to get with me, but I never had and never will,” I say, and he smiles.
I clear my throat, and I tap my index finger against his thigh to get his attention.
“So, remember that list of places I wanted to take you on dates? The one I gave you at the Golden Dragon?”
Oliver nods, understanding instantly that I’m talking about the list of suspected shell companies the CIA needs.
“I remember.”
“Well, I finished writing up the last part of it, and I’d like you to check it out. See if you want to go to any of those places, too.”
“Is that the last part of the list?”
“Yeah. That’s the last of it. Once you go through them, we can finally decide which beach or park we want to visit first.”
Oliver stares at me and slowly bites down on his lower lip. “I’ll take the list… but on one condition.”
I blink, genuinely taken aback.
Oliver never makes demands when it comes to the mission.
Wait… He does know I’m talking about the list of his father’s business partners, right?
“What condition?”
Oliver shifts in his seat, his eyes locking onto my mouth. “If you want me to take that list… You need to give it to me the exact same way you gave me the first part.”
Ohh…
My mouth goes completely dry.
Santo Dios…
Oliver wants me to make out with him. He is explicitly asking for it.
My cock instantly hardens, pressing uncomfortably tight against the zipper of my jeans, making me wish I were wearing pants instead.
Making out with Ollie… Yes, please!
No, wait… it is a terrible idea.
We are in a moving vehicle… It’s broad daylight, and Silvio and Franco are literally three cars behind us, still hearing everything we are saying.
But after looking at Oliver’s blushing face, asking me to kiss him… well, I don’t give a single damn who is listening, or if this is the worst idea since orange-colored self-tanners and 3D-printed guns.
I hit the blinker, taking a right turn into a multi-level concrete underground parking garage that covers most of the block.
I know this place; Knox’s gym is around this area.
So, I know this parking lot is dark, secluded, and that there are no security cameras in the corners. I park the car in a corner spot between two concrete pillars and turn off the car.
“What are we doing here?” Oliver asks, his breath hitching as the engine cuts off.
But instead of answering, I reach down to the side of my seat, pull the metal lever, and push my seat as far back as it can possibly go.
I unbuckle my seatbelt, spread my knees wide, and open my arms.
“Straddle me,” I tell him, the exact same words I told him back at the Golden Dragon.
Oliver lets out a tiny gasp. For a second, he just stares at me, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Then, he clicks his seatbelt free, climbs awkwardly over the center console, his knees bracketing my hips as he settles his weight directly into my lap.
The space between the steering wheel and the seat is cramped, pushing our bodies tight against each other, and it makes the physical contact impossibly intense.
I can feel absolutely everything.
The heat radiating off his skin, the weight of his thighs pinning my hips down, his breathing… all of it.
“Kiss me, Ollie,” I whisper.
Oliver crashes his mouth down onto mine, and it feels incredible. He parts his lips, and I completely devour him, my tongue sliding deep into his mouth, tasting the lingering sugar of his pastry.
My skin feels like it’s burning, but it’s not enough.
It’s nowhere near enough.
Oliver moans, and the sound vibrates directly into my mouth. I grab his ass with both hands, my fingers digging into the denim of his jeans, and pull him down against my groin. I thrust my hips up, grinding the thick, aching ridge of my erection directly against his center.
The friction is absolutely intoxicating.