I laugh. “It’s Death Tower Records, and I’m working with a popular rock band who could very well get in trouble or need a lift out of a sticky situation. What do you think they gave me?”
“Something large and blacked out?” he asks.
“Something like that.”
Upon arriving, I had parked the brand new, customized, blacked-out Jeep Cherokee in the garage, as I hadn’t wanted to mess anything up on it. It belonged to the venue, though Heartless had told them I would need it to chauffeur the band back and forth.
Cynda had sent a wink-face emoji when she had the car waiting at the airport for me.
Maddox whistles upon seeing it. He jerks his chin my way and holds up his hands. “Keys.”
“You do have your mask, don’t you?” I ask, remembering the excuse he’d given Reed.
Maddox grins sideways and picks it out of his pocket. “Would you like me to put it on?”
I drag my lip behind my teeth. “Maybe.”
He snickers and shoves it back into his pocket.
“Tease,” I say.
“Maybe later,” he tells me with a wink.
I toss the keys over the hood and climb into the passenger seat while he does the same on the driver’s side. As he cranks up the car and music blares over the speakers, I grab him by his shirt, and my lips land on his.
Maddox pulls on me, and I climb over the console to straddle his lap. It’s tight and a struggle. My knees hit the seatbelt clip and the door panel, my foot brushing over the steering wheel. He laughs at my clumsiness, his shirt stretching slightly as I accidentally pull on it to straighten myself out. And this time, when he kisses me, it’s carnal.
I feel like I’m trapped in a box with only his lips as my escape. His hands are everywhere, running up my sides, my spine, grasping at my throat and my ass. I can’t keep up with him. He’s everywhere all at once, desperate passion exuding between us like we know these few minutes are all we’ll have the rest of the day.
I’ll take every second I can get.
Between my thighs, I feel him growing. The thought of his large dick makes me whimper. Fuck, the pressure it had put on me... I had felt it everywhere.
I needed it again.
He pushes me so my back is against the steering wheel, and his mouth moves from mine down my throat, between my breasts.
His tongue ring has me whimpering at the memory of it dragging up and down my pussy, and my hands tighten in his hair.
A ding sounds from his phone.
He grunts about it like he wants to ignore the noise and continues nipping at my skin.
It dings again, and the way Maddox snaps and practically snatches the phone out of the cupholder makes me snort. I lean into him and kiss his jaw, his long beard tickling my face as he reads the messages.
“Mother fuck,” he says. “Reed.”
“Asking if you got lost?” I ask.
“Yeah.” He taps a few buttons to message Reed back before moving his eyes to me. “Fun’s over.”
I eye him, and he raises a brow as if he can tell what I’m thinking. I capture his mouth again and reach between us to slide my hand beneath the waistband of his pants, and his groan is glorious in response.
I need him in my mouth.
“Drive,” I tell him.
Maddox bites my lip before releasing my waist so that I can swing my legs back over into the passenger seat.
