Page 93 of The Rowdy Ones

“I don’t know.”

Scout pants heavily from his side of the truck.

“He’s been trying to get me to meet up with him,” I mumble. “What if he was trying to…”

Destiny winces. “My fear of you dying is real, not some overreaction. I just didn’t think it would be so close to home.”

Is my ex really trying to kill me?

“Well, bad news for him, his dad is onto him. Not to mention, I have no desire to ever be alone with him again.”

Neither of us wants to linger on this idea of Evan being a killer, so I’m grateful when the conversation leads to last night.

“I’m so sore,” Destiny says with a laugh. “And yet I’m dying to do it again.”

“Because I was too rough with you?”

She squeezes my thigh. “No. I like it when you turn all feral on me.”

“All feral?”

“Yeah. It’s hot.”

“So why are you sore then?”

Another cute giggle. “Because your dick is enormous, Rowdy. Seriously.”

I’m not one to compare my cock to other guys’, but it does inflate my ego a bit. My dick thickens in my jeans. “If you’re too sore tonight, I guess you’ll just have to suck on it.”

The thought of Destiny’s pretty plump lips wrapped around my cock is almost too distracting while driving. I run off the road for a hot second before jerking the wheel back.

“What if I’m not good at it?” she asks, cocking her head to the side. “What if I suck?”

“It’s kind of the point, love.”

She beams at me, distracting me again. I want to kiss her so fucking bad, which isn’t good to do while driving. After a quick kiss, I focus on the road. Her hand roams up my thigh and settles on my excited cock.

“You’re a cruel woman, Dez.”

“I thought you liked when I touched you here.”

“Not while I’m driving. We’re all going to die if you keep it up.”

She laughs but pulls her hand away. Then she starts voicing her text to Claudia. “I’ll be there soon. Sit with me during group circle? I want to hear about the guy you were talking to last night.”

After she sends her text message, I say, “You really like it at the therapy clinic, huh?”

“Not all the things,” she admits. “Braille was kind of overwhelming and a bit boring, especially when I know I can just listen to audiobooks. The chores crap was torture.”

“But you’re learning a lot to help you with your disability.”

She nods. “Yeah, I am. I’m feeling braver in this big, scary world. Like I can live on my own and not need to be babied by our parents or anyone else.”

“As long as I’m included, I’m happy.”

She snuggles against me. “Of course you’re included. You’re my brother husband.”

I snort out a laugh. “I don’t think there’s a name for what we’re doing.”