Unexpected Arrivals(23)
“Babe, as good as this is and as much as I don’t want to stop, I need to get out of here.” I breathed the words onto her glistening skin as though they were seductive.
Instead of climbing off my cock, she leaned her head back against the wall and rode me like a horse until her eyes rolled back and her jaw dropped, mimicking the O she was after. When her insides finally stopped pulsing, and her hips quit moving, she lifted her lids and met my eyes with an intoxicated grin. Her pupils were so big, I could barely see the color of her irises, yet the glow on her face was breathtaking. The rosy hue that highlighted her cheekbones, the sheen of perspiration, the way the corners of her mouth tilted up—if I weren’t careful, I’d get lost inside her again.
As if she’d heard my thoughts, her legs slipped down mine and our physical connection was lost. She shimmied her skirt back down to cover her ass, and I zipped up my pants, yet I left my shirt untucked to hide my still-raging erection. I was surprised my dick wasn’t raw. I took Cora’s hand to lead her outside, and once the dancing lasers illuminated her face, I realized smudged mascara lined her eyes. I laughed at how rough she appeared in contrast to her normally well-put-together self.
“You look like a linebacker.” I chuckled with my pronouncement.
Cora didn’t see the humor in my comment. The grimace on her face only spurred me on. If I hadn’t cared whether she took off to the bathroom alone, I would have continued ribbing her, but I wasn’t about to let her out of my sight in this place.
“Your makeup is smeared. I wasn’t talking about your size.” I licked my thumb and tried to wipe the black mess from under her lashes.
She broke out into laughter and swatted at my hand. “That’s disgusting, James.”
I leaned down to whisper in her ear as we continued walking. “And fucking you against a wall at a rave wasn’t?” It had to be the drugs talking. I didn’t speak that way to Cora—she had never shown any interest in dirty talk. Even though we had fucked like rabbits, the language stayed PG.
Her feet stopped moving, and Cora turned into me. Grabbing a fist full of my shirt, her small hand pulled me down so we were eye to eye. “Keep it up, and you’ll be fucking me on the hood of your car in a parking lot.”
Growled.
I growled at her smutty words dancing in my head. I doubted she heard the animalistic noise over the thump of the bass and the beat of the drums, though there was no mistaking the hungry look in her eyes.
“Come on, let’s get you home.”
Cora chuckled as she attempted to remove the black smudges beneath her eyes without a mirror. The cool fall breeze felt amazing when it hit me outside the club. The air was chilly, yet coupled with the perspiration covering my skin, it was refreshing and sobering.
The two of us giggled about nothing while making our way through the cars. And had I not been coming off the best high of my entire life—even better than state championship wins and college basketball games—I probably would have noticed the cop sitting at the end of the street. And had I noticed him, I likely wouldn’t have gotten behind the wheel of a car, and I definitely wouldn’t have rolled through the stop sign next to his vehicle.
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“You care to tell me how you got arrested for driving while intoxicated?” I couldn’t tell if Neil was truly pissed, or if he thought the situation was absurd.
“Does it matter, jackass? Just come get me.”
“Yeah, see I’m not sure how you think I’m going to do that in the middle of a workday when my partner didn’t show up this morning.”
“Neil, this shit isn’t funny. I used my call to get in touch with your stupid ass because I was afraid Cora wouldn’t hear her phone. I don’t care if you have to close the place down, come bail me out.”
“Where am I going to get bail money, Carp?”
“Try the fucking bank. There’s plenty in the business account. I’ll replace whatever you have to use tomorrow.”
“They haven’t told you what they set bail at?”
“Dude, no one’s told me shit other than I was under arrest. Don’t make me call a fucking lawyer.”
“Calm down. I’ll send Hannah after you. She should be out of class at this point. We’ll figure it out.”
“Thanks, man.”
“Hey, Carp?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t be surprised when Hannah tries to get you into rehab. She flipped out on Cora last night. Funniest shit I’ve seen in a long time. Nothing like a sober chick talking to a girl who’s still blitzed about falling off a wagon she’d never been on.”
“I hate you.” I didn’t hate him, but he and Hannah would have a field day with this shit. Neither Cora nor I had ever been in any kind of trouble—figured we’d go for the gusto.
Thankfully, the cop had been lenient with Cora, probably because she was cute as fuck and flirted just a little. There’d been no point in trying to deny I was messed up when the guy had me get out of the car. All he had to do was look at my pupils and notice there was no color surrounding them because they were enormous. And taking into account where I’d just pulled out from, the picture was easy to paint. I’d asked him to take me and let Cora call Hannah to come pick her up. He’d agreed yet didn’t wait around for her ride to show. We’d left with me in the back of the cruiser before she got there. Luckily, I’d seen Hannah and Neil pulling up just as we left, so she hadn’t spent any time alone. She also wasn’t now facing criminal charges.