Page 95 of The Broken Note

My body buzzes at the touch.

“Today, your only job is to have fun. That’s it. Ask me questions. Scold me. Hate me. Whatever. You can do that when we’re done.”

“When will we be done?” I ask, hating my stern teacher tone but unwilling to give in to him.

Jarod Cross gave me a warning, and I don’t want to discard it just because Dutch makes my body hot.

Ever since Breeze accused me of being blind to red flags, I’ve been trying to do better. I don’t care if this feels good in the moment. I will never, ever tolerate a drug dealer in my life. Never.

Dutch leans down, the gold flecks shining brighter in his eyes. “When you’ve had enough fun.”

My brows drop low.

“Let’s try that rollercoaster!” Vi shrieks, hopping around like a frog on steroids.

Dutch throws me a cocky smile and jerks his head toward her.

I zip my misgivings away and follow them.

For Vi’s sake, I’m not going to stop this, but I won’t let Dutch Cross get any closer to me until I know for sure who he is.

For her sake.

And for mine.

* * *

After we’ve ridden every single ride, Vi’s too spent to do anything but drop into one of the plastic chairs in the food court.

Dutch chuckles and extends an ice cream cone to her. “Ready to roll out?”

“Give me a minute. I can’t feel my legs.” My sister exhales loudly.

I smile at her. Whatever his intentions today, I have to give it to Dutch. Vi is having a blast. It’s been so long since I’ve heard her laugh this much. My heart is so full it could burst.

I hear a creak and feel Dutch’s presence beside me. He shucked out of his jacket, getting hot from all the walking back and forth. I take note of his lean muscles covered in ink. His jeans hug impossibly long legs. While his personality sucks, his body… isn’t so bad.

Memories of gripping his neck while he showed me just what that body can do fills my mind.

Another hot strike pulses between my legs.

I squeeze my thighs together.

“You’re melting,” Dutch says.

“What?” I croak, my voice hoarse.

Dutch smirks like he knows what he does to me. “Your ice cream.”

“Oh.” I blink and realize the ice cream is falling on my fingers. “Vi, can you get me a napkin?”

“Just a sec.” She pushes herself up and shuffles away.

“Let me,” Dutch grinds out. He leans forward, giving me a wicked look before he flicks his hot tongue over my finger.

My mouth parts on a hiss as he sucks greedily and then gently scrapes his teeth over my skin.

The heat in my lower belly becomes an inferno.