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“I’m definately on you..,”
“No fair,” I gasped as he buried his head in the shadow on my chest where my sweater was pulled away. His tongue tracing every inch it could.
“Admit it. You are the one into me.”
“Never. Not happening.”
“We’ll see about that,” he answers between kisses on my collarbone.
We fog up the windows, only pulling apart when Tank raps his thick fist on the driver’s side.
“Movies over. Let’s roll.”
I try to break free from Hunter’s embrace when his hand gently cups my face. “I’m staying over tonight.”
“Me too.” Tank opens the rear door for Brandi.
“Um, did I invite either of you?”
“What’s the problem? We bought ya’ food.”
Sighing, I sink back against the seat while the tip of my boots rubs a hole in the car mat. I’ve never spent the night with a guy.
“I’m not sleeping with you,” I hiss under my breath to Hunter as he buckles up.
He just winks. “Who said I’m sleeping with you? You’re going to have to earn all this…,” he gestured to his body.
I rolled my eyes, took a deep sip of the fountain soda Brandi handed over from the back seat and prayed I had some self control left. I was back to either kissing the heck out of him or smacking him senseless again.
“You really know how to push all my buttons.”
“Baby, I haven’t even gotten started yet.”
I opened my window letting the cold, fall air cool over my overheated body. I needed to slow this thing down. But this thing with Hunter was a train going full steam ahead. I could stay on for the ride or attempt to jump out the car.
“I need to pee, Savvy let’s go.”
I was out of the truck before Hunter could out it in gear. “Wait. Dammit! I said wait!” He called out as I sauntered off with Brandi.
“I thought Tank was overprotective but damn girl he won’t even let you off his leash to go to the ladies’?”
“Please. By the time I’m done with him he’ll realize I’m the one holding the leash and he’s the one collared.”
She giggles, as we fist bump. “Ugh the line is out the door.”
“You wanna try in the woods?”
The horrified look she gives me has me cracking up. “It’s what we do in the desert…,” I stopped catching myself. “… when I used to go RVing cross country we just had to make do,” I shrugged. Her eyes widened, too distracted by whoever was behind me.
“Savannah fucking Graystone.”
I popped a shoulder, lifting my chin at the slim, blonde three inches taller than me in her heeled boots.
“You have a problem?” I confronted her head on.
“Just your skank ass trying to get with my boyfriend last night and when he said “no” you lied and said he was the one making advances. When it was you.”
“The fuck? I’m not afraid of you or his bullshit.” My spine straightened as my fingers itched to grab the blade strapped right inside my right boot. The wiggled just before they were grabbed and laced with stronger ones.