And I doubted he would be offering his cock as the appetizer.
When the dots kept popping up and disappearing, I started my Lexus and slowly drove around the lot until I was parked next to him. He glanced up and narrowed his eyes on me, and I flashed him a wide grin, shaking my phone at him. He lowered his to hide it below the car door, and a mesmerizing pink flooded his face. He had a bit of silver in his stubble and I couldn’t get over how fucking good it made him look. It did all sorts of things to me that I had a man like him—someone who everyone would stare at and thinkhe’s got his shit together—completely flustered. It was a delicious high, incomparable to anything else I’d experienced.
I was fairly certain that creeper he’d managed to attract wanted to know what Flynn had under his suit, too. Of course, if Flynn was recently single, every slimeball who’d been eyeing him up while he was shackled to his ex would be crawling out of the sewers to try to get his attention. I hadn’t realized the situation was so dire. I’d been planning to go slow, but drastic times called for drastic measures, such as reminding Flynn how much he’d loved stripping down with me.
Judge:The boxer briefs you wore Friday night showed off your ass just right. I remember every curve of your muscles. Are all your underwear the same? I’d like to see.
My dick tingled, but I managed to keep my hand off it, and instead I checked myself in the mirror and made sure my smile was innocent as I glanced to my right. I’d been hoping to take things at a less breakneck pace now that I had his attention, but fuck it. Drive the ball straight down the court and into the hoop, that was the new plan. Especially if built guys Flynn’s age were in the mix. He’d probably try to convince himself he shouldn’t be with someone “too young” if lots of choices his own age were thick on the ground.
Flynn:Not your business. That is a nice car, is it in your name or your parents’?
Oh, he wanted to play that game. Thought maybe he could shame me about my parents’ money. I grinned.
Judge:Bought it with my trust fund. You’re not going to make me feel guilty about what I didn’t ask for. My manhood isn’t connected to how all the dollars got in my bank account.
I stared, but he didn’t glance over at me.
Flynn:This is entirely inappropriate.
I was done with this, even though it was fun. I lowered the passenger window. “Don’t make me a liar.”
Flynn put his window down, and I repeated myself and smirked at him because he was playing the game, whether he realized it or not. He would be mine sooner or later.
“Why would you be a liar?”
Cracking my neck to be funny had him squinting his eyes at me, but I loved a good friendly argument. “As a future lawyer, I have to be mindful of ethics, and I told that poacher who had his eyeballs all over you that we had plans.”
I swore he fought down a smile, but when he glanced back at me he had a scowl firmly fixed on his face. He started his car—or tried to. I was concerned when the engine turned over twice before catching. He closed his eyes and hung his head before putting it into Drive, and I chuckled as he went slowly away from me, almost like he wanted to give me a chance to follow him. Then again, maybe the car was just that bad. It made a high-pitched noise that didn’t seem healthy and I could clearly hear even after I put my window up and turned on the AC.
I decided to follow him.
We meandered around some streets near campus, and every now and then he glanced in his rearview mirror, so I was pretty sure he’d realized I was back here. I had a pile of homework to do, but I wasn’t in a hurry to rush home. It was fun turning my wheel when he did, almost like a game we were playing together. It had my adrenaline pumping to be doing something I probably shouldn’t. When he turned in to an empty parking lot for a church that didn’t appear to be open, I grinned and followed, pulling up beside him again. I put down my window to smile, and he glared at me.
“What are you doing?” His shoulders were back and he was ready for a fight. My blood heated in the best ways. Excitement settled low in my groin.
“Driving home. Probably going to rub one out when I get there. That would be a lot easier if you would let me know what you were wearing.” I bit my lip and glanced down as if I could see through his car door, then fought back a laugh when he dropped his hand to his lap. “You also never told me how many times you came thinking about me last weekend.” I leaned back against my seat and got comfortable. If I had to get to know him in a different car following him all around New Gothenburg, I’d do it.
“I’m not telling you that,” he said but sounded a little winded, as if maybe he was having trouble taking deep breaths. Good, because I was getting there, too.
“You did, then?” I sounded like a cocky fuck but felt like one, so, oh well.
He flushed and hung his head.
“That’s okay. I have a good imagination. Maybe you have purple underwear. Unless... you wanna come help me? I wouldn’t say no.”
He shook his head.
“Oh, I think you want to.”
“I’m not doing this with you,” he snapped.
“Okay. So don’t.” I grinned.
“I should’ve gone with Corey.”
That actually fucking irritated me.Like hell.“I wasn’t stopping you.”
“You literally did.” He leaned closer so his face was out of his window, daring me to argue.
