Chapter 21 Lewis
We’re cruising our way over to SexyBikini, and all I can think about is what comes after. This is unlike me. I usually take my job ultra seriously, but I can’t help it. I’m hoping the roads are quiet so we get this done and dusted ASAP.
When I pull up, I glance over at my sidekick, trying to get a sense of whether she’s as excited as I am to wrap this up, but she’s staring hard at the girl waiting for us on the sidewalk.
“Stop glaring, Amy—you’re scaring her.”
“What?” she says sweetly. “I’m just an innocent observer, that’s all.”
“There’s nothing innocent about you, Hitman.”
That gets a smile out of her. Which immediately makes me want to rip her clothes off. I should never have accepted SexyBikini’s request! As soon as I park, I leap out of the car and take a deep breath in, desperately trying to activate work mode.
“SexyBikini?”
She smiles coyly. “Call me Cara.”
“Welcome aboard, Cara!”
“This is my first ride with you. Anything I should know?”
“Just remember to wear your seat belt.”
Two miles—fingers crossed, that should be six minutes, max.
I open the door for her, studiously ignoring her hand flitting over mine, her hip brushing against me as she slides into the back seat. Hurry up and get your legs in, girl. Let’s get moving.
I exchange a look with Firebird as I head back around the Dodge, and she pouts at me.
Yup—she’s definitely got the measure of our passenger.
I had warned her not to make presumptions, but in this particular case, she’d have been fine to judge away.
SexyBikini is this close to stripping for me, and I’m getting a real kick out of the look on my trainee’s face.
I rev the engine and pull out, and once we’re cruising, I glance in the rearview mirror.
“Cara, this is Amy Hitman. She’s training to be a Campus Driver—if all goes according to plan, she’ll be joining the team in September.”
A sneer flits over her face. “A girl?”
Amy is clenching her fists, but at least she hasn’t whipped around and tried to bite Cara’s face off, or anything. Gold star for effort.
“That’s cute,” Cara adds. “Are you sitting in on all of Lewis’s trips?”
I see where she’s going with this, and I curse under my breath.
She’s shredded all my groundwork in two seconds flat.
Every now and then, a passenger will try to flirt with me, but it’s pretty rare—and while I usually love that about my job, today it’s making me feel incredibly awkward.
Of course it would have to happen this one particular time—of course it would.
I shoot Amy a look. She’s staring straight ahead, so I clear my throat and elbow her in the side.
“Every single one of them,” she drawls, smirking as a sigh drifts over from the back seat.
A silence falls over the car, Cara’s frustration and Amy’s tension fizzing somewhere in the background, my own stress levels firing hard.
My arm is so close to Amy’s, I can feel the warmth rising off her skin, and I resist the temptation to reach over and stroke her wrist, fighting the urge to check out her thighs. This is the hardest trip I’ve ever had.
When we reach our final destination, Cara mutters a bye and slams the car door shut, and though according to protocol I should be hopping out to join her on the sidewalk, all I can manage is a rushed “See ya around” and a quick wave, before screeching off.
I know exactly where to take Amy now—a spot close by, nestled in the woods where I like to run. Quiet during winter, and perfect for what I have in mind.
“Well, that was very insightful,” Amy says cheerily. “What are the takeaways from that experience?”
“That charm isn’t something you can learn, I guess.” I shrug. “I just radiate the stuff, as you saw back there.”
“Charm?” She snorts. “You mean the part where you nearly amputated her with the back door?”
“I had urgent business to attend to, in case you forgot.”
“I didn’t forget.”
Music to my ears.
I weave through the trees until we reach a dead end, flinging off my seat belt and yanking on the lever to slide my seat back.
Amy glances around. “This is Dr. Conley’s miracle cure? Fresh, forest air?”
“Get over here, Firebird.” I pat my lap, but she shakes her head.
“Are you fucking kidding me? You think you can say jump, and I’ll ask how high?”
“I know, I know… Total disgrace, dude.” I sigh. “But I know you like it just as much as I do.”
A full minute of silence slopes by as we stare each other down.
“We should get back to work,” she mutters.
“I think we’re good for today. Step one—client books ride. Step two—you fulfill ride. Unless there’s something about that workflow you’re struggling with?”
She lets out a giggle, a hand flying to her mouth.
I laugh. “Did you just literally giggle?”
“Nope. Not even a little bit.”
“I think you kinda did—don’t gaslight me!”
“Shut up!”
“You giggled!” I lean out my window and call out to the trees. “Amy Hitman just giggled like a girl—in my car!”
“Cut it out!”
She launches herself at me, smothering me with her hand, and I grab her waist, pulling her closer. I love it when she plays hard to get. As soon as she whips her hand back, I close the distance, pressing my lips to hers, powered by all the tension that’s been building over the past twenty minutes.
I draw her onto my lap, kneading her ass, feeling my way up to her soft, heavy breasts, loving how they fill my hands.
This wasn’t part of the plan, but it seems this is how things always go with us.
I catch her tongue between my teeth, a shiver shooting down my spine when she rocks against me, and we grind our way into a groove, exploring with our mouths and hands, until she fumbles for the lever and folds my seat all the way down.
We can’t get it on here—not unless we want to have our asses hauled down to the station, and after a while, we push away from each other, frustration fizzing between us.
“This is stupid,” she whispers, rubbing herself harder against my lap.
I yank down on her waistband, prizing the buttons of her pants loose with my thumb and slipping my fingers into her panties, moving gently back and forth, savoring every second of her as she grinds down against me.
While she sucks on my lip, I take her to the edge, pulling back, slowing down, and when she bites at me, pushing against me for more, I lean farther back—teasing her, making her work for it.
I get to decide when she comes. Right here, right now, I’m taming her, and I love the power I have over her, the control she has over me.
Every single time, she draws me into this magnetic dance, a push-pull that makes me forget the chaos around me.
She’s perfect.
Amy’s the girl I need when everything gets to be too much… And it so often does with me.
She’s imperfect.
Amy’s the side street I lose myself down, a moment suspended in time. No stress, no strings, just a chance to catch my breath—it’s so freeing.
Suddenly, my phone rings, and I come crashing back down to reality.
That’s Don’s ringtone.
Busy here, dude.
When he tries calling again, I’m this close to blocking him.
Not now—just give me a minute more… A second more…
But something about the energy whirling around me shifts me out of focus, and it’s like my hand has a mind of its own. I pick up.
“Hey, buddy. You good?”
Amy’s tongue is still rolling around my mouth, and I glance down at the phone, suddenly panicked, as if he can see me through the screen.
“Am I interrupting something?” he asks suspiciously.
My eyes dart out the window. Is he spying on us?
“Nope! Just on the road!”
I snatch my hand back and drape it over the steering wheel, like that’ll make me sound more convincing. I can feel Amy’s eyes on me—judging me, listening to me. Watching and waiting. She’s panting hard, and I make a conscious effort to still my breath.
“Firebird with you?”
“N—”
“Hey, Donovan!” she pipes up.
Bad move. I frown and give her a light slap on the ass.
“How’s training going, you guys?”
“It’s going.” Amy shoots me a grin.
“Happy with your student, Lewis?”
“She’s damn good,” I offer, as Amy starts rocking back and forth on top of me.
I snap my eyes shut, gnawing at the inside of my cheek to stop myself from groaning.
What a tease.
“That’s great to hear. It must be going really well, since you’re not here? Practice is, like, now.”
I leap out of my seat, squinting at the clock on the dashboard, the dazed, dreamlike fog suddenly clearing. Fuck! How the hell…?
“Shit!” I put a hand on Amy’s shoulder, urging her to stop. “I am such an asshole—I totally lost track of time!”
Just like that, I’ve switched gear and my mind is racing.
“We’re with the local guys on that old court. My dad’s asked me twice what the holdup is. Hurry the fuck up, man—he’s seriously pissed, and you know I suck at fake excuses!”
“Gimme fifteen!”
When he hangs up, I close my eyes, silently berating myself. How could I have forgotten this?
I look up at Firebird. She’s still straddling me.
“I need to go,” I say, and I know I sound curt, but that’s only because I messed up.
I let things slip.
I’m about to miss the start of practice, and it’s all because of her.
Amy stares at me for a moment, before tugging down on her sweater and sliding back over to the passenger seat, arching her back to button up her pants and shrugging on her jacket. She slings her bag over her shoulder and flings open the door.
“Where you going?”
“Home. I’ll walk—you’ve got stuff to do.”
“What? Don’t be like that, Amy. I’ll drop you back at campus.”
“Don’t worry about it, I could do with the walk. You just go.”
I’m of two minds. Leaving her here would save me a lot of time, for sure… But there’s something about the way she’s looking at me that’s giving me pause.
She steps out of the car, and the knot in my stomach tightens.
“Let’s pick back up some other time,” I try.
Her gaze drifts over to the trees. “Sure—wanna swing by my place after your game?”