Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
TEDDIE
"About that movie," I started as Fade settled into the seat beside me.
"About that game of rock, paper, scissors that wasn't necessary," he retorted, leaning back against the side window.
"We are in no way even," I said, pointing my finger at him.
He grabbed it and pulled it to his lips, kissing the side of my hand, eyes were locked on my face.
"What would make us even?" he asked, voice low and husky.
The weather outside might not be the only thing wet right now.
I couldn't help myself, I snorted. "You don't want to be even. You like to be in control."
He shrugged one shoulder and pulled me closer. "Guilty. I'm not going to apologize for being me." He hesitated for a moment before adding, "In fact, I should be saying you're welcome."
His smile was slow and sly. "Before you say it, I consider being full of myself a compliment. One you'll understand better when you're full of me."
"You're sure I want to fuck you, aren't you?" The question was rhetorical, because of course he was. As far as he was concerned, it wasn't a matter of if, but when. Maybe even a little how and who mixed in.
"I know what I want." He pulled me to straddle his lap. "As far as I'm aware, that's not a crime."
"That depends what you want and whether the other party is willing," I said.
"Sweetheart." He cupped the side of my face and ran his thumb up and down my cheek.
"The other party is always willing. You could have walked away the other night, but you didn't. You could have told me to stop.
You didn't do that either. You wanted me to touch you.
You wanted me to slide my fingers inside your pussy. " His tone was almost hypnotic.
"Only because I couldn't do it myself," I said, half-distracted. How was I supposed to think with his chest against my breasts?
The rain drummed on the roof in time with my racing heart. If not for the storm, I could walk away, but would I? My clit was doing a good impression of a needy brat right now. Pulsing instead of remembering I was mad at him. Hussy.
"Is that what you're telling yourself?" He seemed amused. "If you could have got yourself off, you would have walked away and done it? You would have told me no? Would you have used your fingers or a vibrator?"
"It doesn't matter, because I couldn't use either," I argued weakly.
The more we talked about it, the more I wished I'd stashed the lipstick vibrator in my bag. For emergencies, of course. You never know when you might need an orgasm or two. Not that I needed the toy the first time we met. Thank fuck fingers were portable.
His hand tightened around the back of my head. "Of course it matters. We both know that isn't what would have happened."
"Do we?" I asked. "Did it cross your mind to put the movie on and see what I'd do without that rule? I think you enjoy messing with me."
A thought popped into my head. A suspicion. One I didn't care to think about, but the moment it was in my mind, I couldn't unthink it.
"Did you do something to my car? Did you know it was going to stop right there?" I jerked my head back in that direction. Away from his touch.
He didn't flinch or even seem surprised I asked. Nor was he angry at the accusation. If anything, he seemed to find it funny. Of course he did. He was a twisted fuck at the best of times.
"No," he said easily. "You drive a rust bucket. That thing was about to go at any moment."
His brow creased. "Maybe you were the one who did something to it. This is the road I use to get to and from work every day. You might have set it up so you'd stop right there and wait for me."
He looked at me sideways, but his accusation wasn't serious. He knew as well as I did I wouldn't do something like that, even if I knew how. My car was not on the list of things I wanted to mess with.
"How do you fit in this car with an ego that big?" I asked. "I didn't do anything to my car. It was just…"
At the same time we said, "A rust bucket."
I sighed softly. "I'm surprised it lasted as long as it did. It's been on its last legs…wheels for a long time." It was practically held together with tape and positive thinking.
Much like my life right now.
"No shit." He smirked. "That piece of shit should have been dragged off to the junkyard a long time ago. On the other hand, I don't know any self-respecting dump who'd take it. There's probably nothing salvageable left."
"It wasn't that bad," I argued. "She's…antique.”
"Midcentury modern with distressed look?" He grunted a laugh.
"Exactly." I bit back a laugh. I felt bad making fun of my car when she was on the side of the road, possibly to never go again.
My smile faded and I didn't feel so much like laughing anymore. Without that car, getting around Saltgrave was going to be a lot more difficult. Particularly on nights like this.
"We'll deal with it," Fade said, as if reading my mind. "In the morning we'll send someone to pick her up and take her to the mechanic. She might have a few years left in her yet."
He didn't look like he believed a word of it. Why was he being nice about it? Probably so he could have a good laugh later. Still, if they wanted to be responsible for calling a tow truck and getting my car removed, I'd let them. What choice did I have anyway?
"Okay," I said after a moment.
That was something else I was going to owe the guys for.
I couldn't expect them to take care of my car for free, even if they could afford vehicles like the one we were currently sitting in.
And motorbikes. I'd seen a couple of them in the garage behind the house.
One belonged to Fade. I didn't know about the others.
Either way, they looked expensive. The men would hardly notice the cost of a tow truck. They might not mind, but I would.
I could ask my dads for help, but I wouldn't do that either. This was my problem, not theirs. My debt.
"It's not like I was giving you a choice," Fade said. "Leaving it out there is a hazard to traffic. Not to mention an eyesore. Moving it will be doing the whole city a favor."
Neither of us believed he was actually that magnanimous. I certainly didn't.
"What will they owe you in return?" I asked.
His left shoulder twitched. "I don't know, I'll figure something out. I'm sure it'll be worthy of the great community service I'll be performing, removing your car from the side of the road."
"Not all heroes wear capes," I said sarcastically. It was nowhere near the big deal he was making it out to be, but he was right, we couldn't leave it there. If someone ran into it and got hurt, I wouldn't be able to live with myself.
"Some of us wear Armani." He ran the pad of his thumb across the line of my jaw and over my lips.
"Some shop at Walmart," I said. I could buy a few dozen outfits for the price of his suit. Would I look as put together? Doubtful. Fade Mitchell was too fucking hot for his own good. And mine.
"Some shopped at Walmart when they were kids and now they don't," he said. That was the most he’d said about his past since we met.
"I've heard that happens too." I looked into his eyes as he moved his face closer.
"More than you might think.” His lips brushed over mine.
I hummed something, then I wasn't thinking. I was kissing him back, letting his tongue inside my mouth to graze over my teeth.
I should have pulled away. Climbed back into the front passenger seat and waited out the storm there. Instead, I moaned against his mouth as he cupped my breast. My nipple hardened under his palm.
"I feel how much you hate me," he said, sounding smug.
"You give good orgasms." Did I really say that? It sounded like me. My voice and all. Also? It was true. He and Hel were both so attentive, remembering I'd promised myself I wouldn't fuck them was becoming harder.
"Yes I do. The question is, do you?"
Of course he'd know giving me a challenge like that would provoke a reaction from me.
"Absolutely, but that doesn't mean I should show you," I said.
"I didn't take you for a cock tease." He drew back and looked at me, his eyebrows raised. "If you're going to tell me how good you are, you need to demonstrate."
I drew my lower lip between my teeth and sucked on it for a moment, before letting it out with a pop.
"Only if I want to," I said.
"Salt goes well with chocolate." He took my hand and moved it over to his crotch. He held it there, slightly above the bulge in the front of his pants. "You can touch me if you want to. I know you do. You've wanted this since we met. Try to deny it."
I couldn't. As much as I would have liked to tell him no, this man knew how to get me going. A look, a couple of words. A touch. A kiss. His hand on my pussy or my breast.
I pulled my hand out of his, gave him a moment to look disappointed, then palmed the front of his pants. My fingers curled, my hand rubbing up and down across the fabric. His cock grew harder with every pass.
I scooted my ass back to give me room to lower my face as I undid the front of his pants. When his cock sprang free, I was ready. I licked the top of his crown, tasting him on my tongue.
I hummed. "The rumor is true." His pre-cum tasted good with the chocolate that lingered in my mouth. "Just in case though."
I reached for the packet of M&Ms, I grabbed out a handful and threw them into my mouth before wrapping my lips around him. While I sucked, the shells melted, leaving the chocolate to spread across my tongue, the flavor mixing with his.
I lifted my mouth off him and swallowed. "What do you know, they melt in your mouth and around dick." While he laughed, I went back to sucking him, massaging his balls with my hand while he groaned and thrust up into my mouth.
He tangled his hand in my hair and held me as he thrust harder, driving into me until I gagged.
"Shhh… Good girl," he soothed, continuing to hit the back of my throat.
I could have pulled back, but I didn't. I went on working with my tongue until he orgasmed, squirting cum into my mouth so fast I gagged again.
I managed to hold it until he slid out. A smile on my lips, I reached for more M&Ms, dropping a few on my tongue and sucking them, along with his release.
I hummed my approval of the taste. If I could bottle this, I'd be as rich as they were. Richer.
He raised his eyebrow. "You are unexpected."
I could say the same about him. Unexpected and delicious.
I locked my eyes on him and swallowed every drop.
"You were right," he said. "You do give good orgasms."
I licked my lips. I was about to tell him ‘I told you so’ when I realized the rain had finally eased.