Chapter 2
Two
Talia
Burn’s face is bathed in the devilish red glow of the stop light.
He could be the devil. I’d believe it.
I suspect he’s not a nice guy.
The fact that I’m even riding in his fancy ass car is not because I like him — not as a person, I mean. On paper, he’s probably a catch, of course.
Tall.
Dark.
Handsome.
Probably born into a good family.
Filthy fucking rich.
As evidenced by this insane car we’re riding in. As soon as I comment on it, he’s frothing at the mouth to brag about it.
“It’s a Maserati, obviously.”
Obviously. I suppress the urge to roll my eyes.
“A Cielo MC20. They’re only making fourteen hundred a year. And they’re not even out yet. I pulled some strings and got mine before they were officially released. It cost twice as much to make that happen, but whatever. It’s only money,” he smirks, so full of himself.
If he was anyone else, such blatant arrogance dripping from his tongue might make him less attractive, but when one is born with classical sex-god genes like Burn’s, there isn’t much he can do to turn them off.
He probably wouldn’t even think to try to be humble, because only a nice guy would do that, out of consideration for people less wealthy.
But like I said, I’m not here because Burn’s nice.
I’m here because Burn intrigued me with his offer. And I said yes, without thinking. Because at the moment, the idea of being in the company of someone so completely opposite of what I was used to was extremely appealing to me.
When the light flashes to green, the Maserati shoots forward so quickly it slams me back into my seat.
Burn’s about as foreign as I can get with his obscene display of wealth and good looks. And, I’d be lying if I said that sitting in this car while he speeds down the road isn’t thrilling as fuck. It’s fucking undeniably sexy, is what it really is.
And sexy is the one thing I need more of in my life.
Being a virgin at this age is getting real old, real fast. In fact, it had been real old for a really long time, which is why Olivia dragged me to that club in the first place.
I was done. Put a fucking fork in me.
Well, maybe not a fork…
To say I’m ready to discard my virginity in a fiery ritual of self-sacrifice and a long-overdue farewell celebration is an understatement.
My eyes linger on Burn’s face, the amber glow of the street lights flashing over his chiseled features as he speeds past them.
Even though I know hardly anything at all about this man — other than he’s obscenely wealthy and is so handsome he could have been on the cover of GQ — I consider him a strong possible candidate for getting the job done.
I’d considered many candidates before but I’ve never quite found the right situation.
Now, I’d been waiting for so long I’ve almost forgotten why I’m waiting or what I’m looking for in the first place.
Sure, in the beginning, I had those girlish fantasies of Prince Charming sweeping me off my feet and expertly taking me in a breathy romantic dream under a fucking blossoming magnolia tree or some equally fragrant floral situation, followed by an enthusiastically recited promise of everlasting love and devotion by my new mate.
But I’m a grown ass woman now — and I know the best I can really hope for is a good fucking story to tell when I’m an old woman, sipping tea on my wrap-around porch, with a bunch of my also ancient girlfriends, as we try to out-do each other with stories about our lives.
I figure a hot rich dude in a limited edition Maserati might just make a good enough story.
Burn catches me watching him, the corners of his mouth tugging up into a crooked grin that damn near makes me swoon. That’s a good start, I figure. I reach over and let my hand rest on his thigh, watching his face for any sign of disapproval.
He doesn’t flinch. He just deepens the smirk, like this happens to him all the time.
I leave my hand there and he shifts gears, revving the engine as he picks up the pace and we race out of town.
We’d left the club without discussing our next destination. I hadn’t even told Olivia where I was going, which was completely irresponsible, but I’d make it up to her later.
As Burn merges onto the freeway heading to the outskirts of town, the realization that I have absolutely no idea where we’re headed hits me.
If I was being reasonable, I’d be worried.
Hell, I’d at least ask a few questions.
But I’m not reasonable right now — and going off into the night with a stranger like Burn without knowing a damned thing about him — that wasn’t reasonable either.
Instead, I sink back into the butter soft seat and let my hand slide further up his thigh, hoping I’m being brazen enough for him to get the message.
When he reaches over and slides his hand up my thigh in one swift, confident movement, a slow smile stretches across my face as I slowly spread my legs, allowing him as much as access as he dares.
And dare he does.
When he sees my knees part, his mouth opens just a little and he slides his warm palm along my inner thigh, his wealthy man’s hands as soft as velvet from probably never having seen a rough day of work in his life.
But his warm soft skin on my tender flesh is a welcome sensation and I lean back in my seat, jutting my hips out just barely, just enough to let him know I want him to keep going.
But he doesn’t.
Instead — he removes his hand, leaving a shock of a cold in the absence of his palm.
He reaches his hand forward to the dash, hitting a button that changes everything around us.
The entire car begins to shift — the middle of the roof seems to magically cut itself in half, the small trunk of the car opening at the same time, and the entire roof disappearing into it in about six and a half seconds of unexpected wizardry — and then we’re racing down the freeway topless, the wind whipping at our hair, the cold air hitting our faces in an exhilarating change from the sultry slide of Burn’s warm hand up my thigh just seconds earlier.
If it wasn’t for the thrill of it all, I might have been disappointed.
Instead, I’m on fire for him now. I push away the tendency to reject the cliché of the filthy rich sexy guy showing off his car and my panties melting off me in response, and just go with it.
Fuck it, I tell myself. You only live once.
And I’m ready to fucking live. The entire time, my hand stays right where it is, firmly and intentionally planted on Burn’s mid-to-upper thigh in my uncharacteristically brazen attempt at letting him know I was interested. But now, I graduate from interested to a firm ‘down-to-fuck’.
I lift my hand and put it right on his cock, the warmth of my hand quickly warming the thick fabric confining it.
To my pleasant surprise, he’s firmly hard. When it throbs and twitches under my hand, my breath catches in my throat.
Burn slyly looks over at me, his dark eyes crashing into mine.
He lifts a brow, and I take it as a dare. My fingers wrap around his shaft, gripping him as tightly as I can through his pants, his heat seeping through the fabric to mingle with the heat of my palm.
“I knew it,” he scoffs, raking his gaze over my lips and landing on my tits before sliding back up to my eyes, filled with scorching hot confidence.
“You knew what?” I ask, my voice laced with a boldness I don’t recognize. I squeeze again and he closes his eyes, slowly shaking his head. He turns his eyes back to the road for the briefest instant before looking back at me. His hand lands on my thigh again, sliding up as he smiles at me.
His smile isn’t happy, though. It isn’t joyous. It isn’t light and sexy.
It’s fucking dark as night. It’s knowing. Like he recognizes something inside of myself that I’ve never known was there. Until now.
“You’re fucking hot, Talia. I can tell you aren’t fucking around, and I like that.”
His words fuel my fire. He isn’t perfect. He isn’t kind. He probably won’t be gentle.
He definitely isn’t someone I’m going to introduce to my family.
But he’s perfect for what I need him for.
One night. One act.
“You’re right,” I close the short distance between us, whispering hotly in his ear, “I’m not fucking around. Is there somewhere we can go?”
His eyes widen slightly as his cock twitches under my fingers.
“My penthouse,” he nods.
“No. Outside. In your car.”
His head snaps over to look at me, his eyes dilating in surprise. “It’s like that, is it?”
“Yeah,” I hiss, squeezing his cock again as my lips land on his neck. He draws in a gasp as my tongue darts out, tasting his skin. “It’s like that.”
“I know a place,” he growls, reaching over and cupping my pussy. A gasp escapes my lips as his thumb slips into the side of my panties, scraping over my clit quickly.
“Damn, woman,” he says, reluctantly pulling his hand away. “I need to drive. You’re so fucking distracting.”
I can’t help but smile at his words. “Is it far away?”
“Talia baby, in this car, nothing is far away,” he quips, hitting the gas again hard, the force of the car’s speed pushing me further back into my seat again. I can’t help but laugh with glee at the sense of danger that rushes through my veins.
Being in this car with Burn is like being on the scariest roller coaster in the amusement park. I know the hard part is coming up but it’s the anticipation of it all that’s getting me so worked up. I squeeze his cock again, pulsing with excitement as I imagine how it might feel inside of me.
Within minutes, Burn has exited the freeway and turned off onto a rural road with a few farmhouses scattered in the distance. Seconds later, he turns onto a dirt road, the fat tires of his car throwing up dust behind us.
“My family owns this land,” he says. “Nobody uses it.”