It throbs when he tightens the fabric around my wrists. The knot is good—tight. But not tight enough. I could get out, but I won’t. I’m too invested in this playing out the right way. This is the best first date I’ve ever had. I only wanted a hookup with Ansel, but he’s proving far too interesting to walk away from now.
I glance behind me to see the indecision on his face.
I bite back my smile. “Now, help me up. I needlotsof help, by the way.”
He huffs, but does as I say, his fingers lightly brushing against my hips, my arms, my chest. I make a show of it, struggling to stand. I make sure to rub against him as much as I can—accidentally, of course. By the time I’m fully on my feet, he’s pink in the cheeks.
I wonder what he looks like when he’s coming.
Probably a bit like this. An angry little butterfly.
“You wanna know what to do next?”
“No. I know what to do. I don’t need your help.”
He purses his lips again, and it takes everything within me not to lean forward and bite him. He reaches down and grabs the dagger from his pocket, holding it out toward me like he’s going to cut me.
My dick jumps in my pants.
He has to see it. I’m not small. But he doesn’t look my way. My cock doesn’t get a single glance.
When he doesn’t move to do anything, I sigh. I can’t help but want to lead him. Seeing him follow my orders is doing all sorts of things to me. Plus, I don’t want someone spotting us and ruining the fun. “All right, well, now I think you should put me in the trunk. But walk casually. You don’t want anyone to suspect what’s going on.”
He rolls his eyes, but his arm wraps around my bicep, his fingers tightening against me. His nails dig in, and I grunt in pleasure as he leads me forward.
“I’m parked around back. No cameras there.”
“Great,” I say as my foot purposely lands on the watch. All the Buckinghams wear one, including Wyatt, and for a very good reason. It’s not just a watch, but a tracking device. The loudcrunchhas satisfaction running through me. Hopefully that’ll be enough.
I don’t want to be found. I’m having too much fun.
I hear a beep, and I spot a Toyota Camry with the trunk popped open. I walk a little faster.
“What the hell?” Ansel whispers as I sit down in the trunk and flop sideways.
“Close the trunk, butterfly,” I murmur. He doesn’t do anything. He’s frozen in the moonlight, like he can’t believe any of this is happening.
I smile encouragingly. “You’ve got this. I’m all tucked in, snug as a bug. Close the trunk and let’s get this show on the road.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a little unhinged?”
I wink. “Butterfly, you have no idea.”
He stares down at me, unsure and in disbelief, but then the trunk closes and everything goes black.
Oh yes.
Best first date ever.
The car ride is bumpy, but not as bad as I was expecting. I think Ansel is taking it easy, going around corners slowly and carefully.
The logical explanation would be that he’s avoiding attention, that he doesn’t want to be seen as suspicious.
I think he’s just being considerate and trying not to rough me up too much.
Little does he know how much I fucking love that.
His hesitation to hurt me makes me suspect he’s not used to this kind of life. It’s cute, really. It makes me want to wrap him up in a bundle of blankets and spoon-feed him ice cream.
