He dragged her across the console and eased his seat back to settle her on his lap. “You about done arguing yet?”
She nodded vigorously when he yanked her hips down to meet his. “Yep. All good.”
While he kissed the hell out of her, she felt him fumbling at the middle console. He managed to flip up the lid and produce four condoms.
Breaking the kiss, she eyed the birth control. “I find your level of sexual preparation impressive. But you can’t just expect me to climb aboard less than a block from your parents’ house.”
“You just picked a fight with my family to defend me, knowing that my mother will never forgive or forget. You, Riley ‘Tell Me Your Middle Name’ Thorn, are a badass. And it’s up to me to continue your badass training.”
She felt both appalled and proud of herself. “You’re a bad influence.”
“From where I’m sitting, I’m the best influence. Now, show me your sexy underwear.”
His argument was short yet convincing. Which was how she found herself with her boobs in his face when a bright light shined directly into her eyes through the fogged-up passenger window.
“Nick!” she hissed, dragging his head out of her cleavage and pointing at the light.
“Fucking great. We’re never having sex again. I just have to accept it.”
“Maybe you can worry about a life of celibacy after our arrest?” Riley suggested as she yanked the top of her dress up. He shoved the skirt down, covering his unzipped jeans and erection. It was a breathy moan that escaped her lips when he shifted under her.
“Not helping, Thorn,” he groaned. “This fucking excuse for a dress doesn’t have enough material. I forbid you from wearing it ever again. Unless it’s just the two of us and you want to end up ass up on the dining room table.”
“Forbidme?” she squeaked.
An official-sounding knock at the glass quickly tabled the argument.
Nick shoved her face into his neck. “Just be quiet and let me handle this.”
That was an order she was happy to follow. Riley burrowed closer as he lowered the window. “Can I help you, officer?”
Oh, God. Was public sex a misdemeanor or a felony? Did it count as public sex if there was no penetration? What was the sentence for almost-sex in a vehicle?
Riley decided it didn’t matter since she was going to die of humiliation right on the spot. The worst part? She’d die without Nick Santiago’s penis inside her.
“Evening,” a man said. “Got a call of a suspicious vehicle parked in the neighborhood.”
Riley hazarded a peek and saw the man in the window was in uniform. Jasmine was going to be so proud.
“What’s so suspicious about my vehicle?” Nick asked.
“Well, it could have been how hard it was rocking,” the officer mused. “You got some ID on you?”
“I do, but if I reach for it, I’m afraid you’re going to get an eyeful. I’m Nick Santiago. My parents live one street over.”
“No shit? Nicky Santiago? It’s me! Tommy Hobart.”
“Tommy? Hey! How you been?”
“Real good. Got this neighborhood security gig. Get to drive around in a golf cart. Me and the boys are heading to Atlantic City next weekend. You wanna come? How’s your sister? She still hot? Man, this is just like old times.”
Riley decided being a badass did not include having almost-sex in front of an audience while making small talk. She bit Nick on the neck.
His fingers jabbed into her butt cheeks in response. “Ah, hey, listen,” he said. “What are the chances of you letting me off with a warning?”
Tommy guffawed. “Pretty damn good, seein’ as that’s the only thing security is allowed to do. Well, that and call the cops.”
Riley tensed, then felt his hard-on flex against her. There was something profoundly wrong with his hormones, she decided.
