Bad Things (Tristan & Danika #1)(75)

“Get in the car, boo. If anyone else sees you like this, I may have to knock some heads together.”

I glanced around, relieved to see that we were the only car on the roof level. I hadn’t been in the right frame of mind to think to look before.

I handed her into the car, tucking myself back into my pants as I moved around to the driver seat.

She was digging into her tiny handbag as I started to drive.

“Where are we going?” she asked, as though she was surprised that we were leaving.

“I’m taking you home,” I told her. “You can’t walk around in that dress now.”

She sighed, as though I were being unreasonable. “Well, I need to text Frankie. It was rude to ditch her.”

“Frankie will be fine.”

“It was still rude. And your fault.”

“Yes. Just tell her that. My fault. Problem solved.”

She played on her phone for a solid five minutes while I drove. I knew it was five minutes because I timed it, watching the dash and getting more rigid by the second, as she completely ignored me.

Finally, I couldn’t stay quiet for another second. “We going to talk about what happened back there?”

I saw her stuff her phone into her clutch out of the corner of my eye. I couldn’t see her expression, because my eyes stayed on the road, but I felt her glare. “Yes,” she said bitingly. “Let’s talk about that. You didn’t use a condom, and you know how I feel about that.”

That stunned me into silence, as I hadn’t even thought of it. I did know how she felt about it, and I’d been so out of my mind, so mindless with my need, that it hadn’t even occurred. I’d never done anything like that before.

I could remember the feel of her, skin on skin, how utterly divine it had felt, and still, even while I was inside of her, I hadn’t thought of the protection that I usually couldn’t do without.

“Fuck,” I said succinctly. “I’m sorry. I lost my mind. At least you’re on the pill.”

“At least. And it won’t be happening again.”

I felt my gut clench. “It won’t?”

“It won’t. No condom, no sex.”

My lungs punched out in a huge sigh of relief. I’d thought she was saying no sex in general. I had one condom in my wallet. It was something at least, but I’d need to go for more in a hurry. It was debatable, even after coming twice, if one would be enough to take us until morning. I had missed her.

I gripped a hand on her knee, rubbing. I was getting hard again, thoughts of the near future taking over the now.

“I need your mouth, sweetheart,” I told her quietly, meaning it.

“Excuse me?” she said, still full of that sass. Part of it was the fact that she was still rightfully pissed at me, and part of it was just her personality.

“You heard me. Suck my dick while I drive. I’ll make it up to you later. As many times as you want. I’ve been dreaming about having that mouth wrapped around my c**k for weeks.” There was a definite plea in my voice, because I was desperate for the contact, desperate for her to perform a willing act on me just because I asked.

I was a little shocked and beyond relieved when she actually complied, shifting in her seat to grip me through my jeans. Her hot mouth moved to my ear, biting at the lobe as she unbuttoned, unzipped, and fisted me through my boxers.

I groaned as she jerked hard at me.

“Tell me again that you missed me,” she whispered.

“I missed you, boo. Everything about you.”

“Even my attitude?”

“’Specially that.”

I took one hand off the wheel, gripping her hair and moving her head down, as gently as I could manage.

“Suck me off, sweetheart. I need it fast. And now.”

I helped her pull me from my pants, lifting my hips off the seat to free myself.

Her hot breath puffed onto my tip as she gripped me hard at the base. I pushed her onto me with a hand gripped in her hair. I was in no mood for teasing.

I felt her knowing laugh around my c**k and I jumped inside her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as she started up a rhythm, her tongue busy, her grip firm.

“Harder. Suck me off hard,” I bit out, gripping her hair, jerking into her mouth, pushing far enough to feel her throat closing around me.

I was emptying into the back of her throat with a few short strokes, hand gripping hard into her hair.

She sucked me hard, wringing me dry, before she raised her head. Her hand still stroked me, with a lighter touch now, her nails scoring over my scrotum.

“I f**king love your mouth,” I told her.

“You love f**king my mouth,” she agreed, twisting the words.

I laughed, pulling her into my side, feeling a surge of such joy and happiness that she was even speaking to me. That joy seemed to be channeling itself into an urgent need to f**k her repeatedly. Luckily, she wasn’t complaining.

CHAPTER THIRTY

She was already checking her phone again as I started driving.

“Frankie upset that you left?” I asked.

“Hmm? Frankie? Oh no. This is something else.”

Just by the absent, slightly agitated tone of her voice, I knew who was texting her.

“Your ex,” I guessed, feeling suddenly less happy and more violent.