“Only good girls get to come,” I say as the ride comes to a stop. I lift the bar up and stand up. I adjust my erection and pull her along.
“But, but…” she stutters behind me. I look down at her seriously, hoping she will understand what I mean.
“That’s one Piper, two more to go,” I say. Her eyebrow is furrowed and then her mouth drops open and she starts to walk beside me, her shock keeping her from speaking.
Chapter 35
Piper
I follow after Holt a bit in shock. We are heading towards the field where his SUV is parked and I am trying to cool down. My cheeks heat again when his words, “Only good girls get to come”, echo in my brain. And the speech that he gave me beforehand about him not going anywhere? I didn’t realize how badly my heart and brain needed to hear that.
I would have cried if I hadn’t been so turned on. I can’t believe he worked me up like that. I can’t ever remember a time that that has happened. We reach the SUV and Holt opens the passenger door for me and waits patiently until I am seated inside. He winks at me and closes the door securely before making his way to the driver side.
My phone dings with a text message and I reach into my bag. I see that it’s from Meg and roll my eyes.
Meg:A little birdie told me that you were on a date with Holt at the fair…
I huff a little and start typing.
Piper:Where did you hear that?
Meg:The Chamber took some photos of the fair and posted them on socials— you love birds are the cover photo for the album.
Piper:You are joking…
Meg:
Meg:It’s a great picture— you should frame it.
Piper:So much for keeping this low key.
Meg:Low key? Have you met Holt?
Piper:Fair enough. Talk later?
Meg:You owe me details.
I roll my eyes again and go back to look at the photo one more time. Meg isn’t wrong— the photo isn’t bad. The pretty fall background pops and we are both smiling and looking at each other.
“Care to share with the class what’s so interesting,” Holt says slyly. His large hand lands on my thigh and he squeezes gently. I debate for a second over whether or not I should show him. That little bitch in my head already whispering about how it may ruin what is happening here. I quickly dismiss it.
“Meg texted me a photo of us at the fair. Apparently the Chamber posted it on social media,” I say cautiously. He nods.
“Good, we make an excellent advertisement,” he says authoritatively and squeezes my thigh again. I pretend not to be shocked at his reaction.
“I told you Piper, you are mine. The more people that see us together the better,” he says gruffly. In a rare show of courage I take his hand in mine and squeeze it. I’m not sure if I have the words but he smiles wide at the gesture and focuses his eyes on the road.
With my free hand, I hook into his bluetooth system and start playing turn on my early 2000s playlist. My Chemical Romance pours out of the speakers and Holt looks at me out of the corner of his eye and shakes his head.
“Hey, I have varied taste in music,” I say jokingly. He smirks and continues driving. The song is interrupted by a phone call from Carter.
Holt only releases my hand to accept the call and then grabs my hand again. He squeezes it and my stomach flutters again. I never believed in butterflies— but apparently the universe is laughing at me— or maybe I am coming down with a stomach bug.
“Carter, you are on speaker,” Holt says as his greeting. I look over at him and chuckle quietly.
“Hey Piper,” Carter greets. His deep voice rumbles through the speakers and I raise my eyebrow at Holt.
“How do you know I’m here,” I ask Carter. I am genuinely curious. Carter’s laughter rings through the SUV.
