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Bailey

It’s not until we’re on the backroads to home that Charlie asks me what’s wrong.

“So, what did I do, now?”

“I told you, I’m tired,” I grumble sinking into the warm leather seat.

Truthfully, I’m pissed at myself for asking him to dance with me. It was too intense. Too . . . intimate.

Abruptly, the truck jerks to the shoulder of the deserted road we’re on and Charlie shifts it into park.

“We’re back to you ignoring me again?”

I groan, letting out a huff.

“I’m not ignoring you. I’m just tired. It was a long day dealing with your rollercoaster of emotions.” Dealing with my own emotions is more like it. I realized on the dance floor that I like being held by him. I felt safe, protected. Maybe even cherished. That’s a problem, because I know Charlie couldn’t care less, past what’s in my pants.

“ My rollercoaster of emotions?” he snaps, turning to face me in his seat. “You’re the one sulking because your little plan to make me dance with you backfired.”

I whirl on him. “Backfired how? You were the one with a hard on the entire time.”

His eyes flash wickedly.

“You mean to tell me, if I slid my hand into those lacy red panties, you won’t be dripping wet?”

When did he see those? Probably when he cave-manned me over his arm. My cheeks flame and I bite my lip, shaking my head in disbelief.

“You disgust me,” I spit. “I wouldn’t let you touch me if you were the last single man on the face of the planet.”

Charlie chuckles humorlessly, rubbing his hand over the stubble on his chin.

“You didn’t seem to mind when you practically jumped me in the courtyard.”

I roll my eyes, pushing at the door handle, but it won’t budge.

“Unlock the door.”

He’s set the child safety lock. What kind of vehicle has those in the front, too? Piece of shit.

“No.”

“ No ?” I snap, crossing my arms over my chest.

He shakes his head. “We’re by the water. There are alligators out there.”

I let out an exasperated growl, pulling on the handle again. “You can’t force me to stay in this truck with you. Either take me home or let me out.”

He eyes me with a cold indifference. “No, we’re going to sit here until you’re done with your little temper tantrum.”

That’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back. I lunge across his lap, my fingers grazing the locking mechanism for a split second before I’m jerked back. I don’t manage to connect enough to unlock the doors, though, before I’m catapulted back against my seat with a hand to my throat. The wind leaves me for a second and I blink up at Charlie, who’s now leaning over me, completely surprised.

His hand around my throat is loose, but it holds me there. His other hand, travels up my thigh to my hip. Goosebumps raise on my skin and my core tightens, despite my previous anger.

“I’ve had enough of your attitude today. Either calm down or I’ll fuck it out of you.”

Fresh anger coils like a snake in the pit of my stomach. I place both hands on his chest and shove at him, but he grabs my hand, pulling me with him until we’re both crowding the center console.

His breathing is ragged, his eyes wild and all I can focus on are his lips, inches from mine. Just like the first time, I surge forward, kissing him, only this time, neither of us pulls back.

Fire explodes through me. My blood roars to life and my hands tingle. His kiss is so intense that my head spins and my hands reach for something to hold onto, only finding him. I try to pull away in a moment of panic, but he nips my bottom lip with a growl and soothes the sting with his tongue.

Wetness coats my inner thighs and my legs start to shake from kneeling sideways on this bench. With a grunt, and without taking his lips from mine, Charlie pushes his seat back and tugs me over the center of the truck and into his lap.

His hands are on me, his tongue slipping in my mouth and his erection brushing over the center of my jeans. My breath hitches and my hips move of their own volition.

“I don’t want to fuck you,” I say against his lips, but my body reaching for his, says something different. His hand tangles in my hair, angling my head back to expose my throat. “I despise you.”

“Yeah, and you piss me off. Doesn’t mean I can’t admire this perfect little body.”

He’s so crude, but the dirtier he gets, the hotter I become. The air is on full blast, but I feel like someone’s lit the backseat on fire. Charlie’s hand lightly brushes over my breast and my nipple aches for him to touch me. He leans forward, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh below my ear and I moan, making the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard.

“Your nipples are rock hard, but you say you don’t want me?” he taunts, kissing the swell of my breast that peeks over top of my tank top.

“You have the air on high,” I explain, gripping his shoulders so hard my nails dig in.

Charlie chuckles, his tongue darting out to lick a line from the middle of my jaw up to the bottom of my ear. A moan escapes my lips, though I fight to hold it back as my core floods with warmth. My body melts against his and I roll my hips over him, seeking — no, needing the friction.

“Fuck,” Charlie grunts, destroying any resistance left inside me. His voice is thick, his breathing ragged. He grips my hip with his hand and moves me over him again, making my head fall back and a whimper escape my lips. “That’s right, Bailey. Good fucking girl.”

I’ve never been one to care what a man says to me during sex, but Charlie praising me for simply complying awakens new parts of me that I didn’t know existed.

The next time he thrusts against me, I widen my legs on either side of them. I shift against him, slowly rocking my hips over his erection while a fire burns inside me.

“Fuck, princess,” he grunts, aligning my hips over his to hit me perfectly. I let out a desperate cry, my cheeks burning hot with embarrassment.

“Please, Charlie,” I whisper, burying my head in his neck and kissing the flesh there. He grunts, his hands sliding down to cup my backside.

“I thought you despised me?” he taunts, grinding into me.

I narrow my eyes at him, working up the nerve to climb off his lap, but he makes the smallest move, his erection pressing into my clit and I jerk above him, letting out a moan.

“That’s what I thought,” he says, his hands on my hips moving me over him.

“Ahh . . .” I gasp, my head falling back. Charlie takes advantage of that, nipping at the flesh over my throat. I’ve never grinded on a man before, even with Drew. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, like a race to the finish line, only you’re not allowed to use your legs to get there.

“You’re such a pig,” I tell him, my breathing ragged as I move my hips to meet his thrusts.

“And you’re a brat,” he retaliates, his hand coming between us to grip the top of my tank top. He pulls it down, exposing my bra. His finger hooks into the cup and he tugs, my breast falling over the top. “Fuck, these are perfect,” he grunts, pulling me forward and wrapping his lips around the hardened peak. My hands delve into his hair, tugging on the short strands and a shaky breath releases from my throat. I’m so close to release I can practically taste it.

He growls, the sound reverberating straight through my nipple and to my core. Despite how big of an ass he is, I want to touch him. I want his hands on me. I want to feel what’s hiding beneath these jeans. I reach through the collar of his shirt, feeling the strong and warm muscles of his back, and dig my nails into the flesh.

“I know you want to come, princess,” he grunts, and he’s not wrong. I’m practically begging for it, my body desperate. Crazy ideas run through my mind, like how bad I want to taste him. How much I want to feel him inside me.

I shake my head, fighting the onslaught of pleasure, though it’s no use.

My moans reach a fever pitch and I’m sure the windows are fogging around us. My heart beats wildly in my ears, drowning out the sounds of our heavy breathing. My body begins to unravel and bright lights shoot behind my clenched eyes. I come harder than I ever have before, my thighs spasming over Charlie’s.

“That’s it,” Charlie urges, rolling me faster over him until I can’t take any more. He swallows my moans on a kiss, nipping at my lips roughly when I come back to Earth.

“Do you always do this with your sister’s friends in your truck?” I pant, leaning back .

He eyes me, though I can tell he’s not as angry as he was before.

“I told you. You’re her only friend.”

A set of headlights comes down the road, passing us. They brake and whip into a nearby driveway as the car comes back.

“Fuck.” Charlie lifts me, and practically tosses me to the passenger’s seat. “Buckle up.”

I do as I’m told as the state trooper car passes us before pulling in right behind us.

Charlie rolls down my window as a bright flashlight shines in my face. I squint, clenching my eyes shut against the light like I’m staring into the center of the sun.

“You two alright in here?” the officer asks. He can’t be any older than me, I think as he shines the light across to Charlie.

“Yeah, we just had to pull over for a minute.”

I’m sweating. I know my hair is a mess and so are my clothes. I practically scream, I was just dry humped into the best orgasm of my life, while Charlie looks calm as a cucumber.

“Is something wrong, ma’am?” the officer asks, shining his flashlight back on me.

I want to shield my eyes, but I know that’s a big no-no.

“Yeah, I just tried crawfish for the first time and I’m not feeling well.”

“Do you need medical attention?”

I shake my head, feigning sick and hoping to God he mistakes my flushed cheeks and disheveled appearance as that of a sickly woman. “No, I think I just need to get home and lie down.”

“Ya’ll stop at Mama Jean’s?” the officer asks Charlie. “My wife loves that place. She wants to go every weekend.”

Charlie carries on a conversation with the cop about the restaurant, while I lay my head back against the seat and pretend to be deathly ill. Screw Charlie for getting us in this mess. If we could have just gone home when we were supposed to, we wouldn’t be under supervision of probably the most talkative cop in Louisiana, right now.

“Well, let me see your papers and I’ll get you and the Mrs. out of here.”

I eye Charlie, who hands over his license and the registration out of the glove box. The cop walks back to his car and I let out a deep breath.

“How you feeling Mrs. Coulter?” Charlie chuckles when I lay my head back against the seat. I let out a deep breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding in. My skin is damp with sweat and my heartbeat still races behind my ears. I’ve never been pulled over — not even for a speeding ticket.

“Shut up, Charlie,” I grumble, readjusting my top.

“Nice hickey,” he comments, his fingers brushing my hair away from my neck.

I pop the mirror down and sure enough, a bruise is forming on my neck.

“What am I supposed to say when your sister asks where this came from?” I snap, gingerly touching at the spot. Heat floods my veins, remembering the dirty things he said to me, just moments before.

“Tell her the truth.” I look at Charlie like he’s grown a second head. “Tell her you were so desperate to ride it that you jumped me in my truck. ”

“I was reaching across you to unlock the doors,” I argue, only adding fuel to his fire. “You know, most men would let a woman leave when she expresses that he repulses her.”

His eyes glimmer with amusement. “Repulse now? We’ve moved past disgust? You didn’t seem to mind when you were grinding on my cock.”

I don’t have time to respond as the officer walks back to my window.

“Everything checks out. You get her home,” he says, eyeing me. “She’s looking pretty flushed.”

I groan under my breath, thanking the cop like a nice girl as he walks away. Charlie rolls my window up and I’m thankful for the cool blast as he turns the air conditioner back on high. I settle back in the seat, buckling up before Charlie has the chance to bitch at me, and stare out the window ahead. Charlie pulls back on to the road, lighting up a cigarette.

“Tell me, princess,” he starts and annoyance bubbles inside me. He pulls onto the highway and I start counting down the seconds until I’m was home in the comfort of my room. Not under his heavy gaze that both pisses me off and sets my core on fire, simultaneously. “Have you never fucked someone in a car before?”

I steel myself, taking a deep breath to calm me. He wants you to argue with him, Bailey .

“You know,” I start, plastering a wide fake smile on my face. “You would be so much hotter if you were a mute.”

His eyes narrow and he runs his tongue over his teeth.

“Ditto, sweetheart. Tell me, do you hate all men, or is this treatment exclusive to me? ”

I shake my head. “No, just pompous dickheads that don’t know what no means.”

He raises his brows at me. “I distinctly remember giving you the option to get off, yet you stayed rubbing that little cunt on my cock.”

“God, you’re vile,” I murmur, rolling my eyes. I clear my throat, hoping to hide the shiver that runs up my spine.

I’m thankful when he pulls to a stop in front of the house.

“Try not to be too loud when you’re fingering yourself to my repulsive, vile mouth tonight. My bed’s on the other side of that wall and I’d really love to get some sleep tonight.”

“Don’t worry,” I say, opening my door. “I’m sure you’ll be up, thinking about my, what was it you called it? Perfect little body?” I slam the door, hurrying inside before he’s even made it out of the truck.

Inside the comfort of my room, I sag against the wall, my heart racing. My body is hot , despite the house being cool from the AC. And even though I just had the best orgasm in my entire life, my body still pulses with need. Why did I let him get to me? I should have climbed off him. Instead, I practically rode him to kingdom come.

And then to taunt me after. The fucking nerve.

Charlie Coulter just started a war and I’m a competitive bitch.