“I can’t believe he did that.” Flynn groaned. “Your car looked brand-new.”
“It was, Dad traded it in this year for me,” I murmured.
“You aren’t very angry.” He sounded completely baffled.
“If it was me and some guy was dragging you off, I would’ve done a lot worse.” I shrugged, and he still stared at me as if I was a deep-sea creature that had somehow sprouted legs and started talking to him. I wrapped my arm around him. “Are you okay?”
He sucked in a shaky breath and nodded. “Yeah... I... I’m glad. I mean, not about your car,” he added in a rush. “I still can’t believe he did that. He had a definite idea about how our night was going to end that made me... stressed.” Flynn cupped his face and groaned as he walked to the back of my Lexus and shook his head.
“You have to call your insurance company, file a police report.” He tipped his head back and stared at the sky. “Damn it.”
I walked over and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, dragging him against me. He smelled good and felt even better.
“Don’t worry about it.” He huffed out a sigh when I gave him a soft kiss. “I’m doing the only thing I have to do right now.”
He shook his head. “This is why I said we shouldn’t—”
“That guy was a fuckstick. At the very least, he wasn’t at all right for you. One way or another, he was out of here. I was prepared to throw down.”
He shivered. “You’re unbelievable.”
I went over and kicked at the bent panel, staring at my tire, which appeared fine. “This seems drivable. How about you get in? I’m taking you home.”
He blushed but nodded. “I shouldn’t do this.”
I stared at him, my heart thumping hard when he licked his lips. “Who am I to you?”
“Sir,” he whispered.
“Get in the car.”
He went around to the passenger side and did exactly as I’d ordered, and the rush that came with his obedience had me harder than fuck as I slid behind the steering wheel.
“Wait. We need to get your car from the parking lot at school, don’t we?” I glanced at him to see if I could get away with floating the idea of picking him up in the morning instead, but he blasted me with a squinty glare.
“Yes, we do. It bothers me that you know that.”
I shrugged. He knew damned well I’d followed him earlier, and there was no need to pretend otherwise. We didn’t talk much as I took us to his car. When he was sitting in the Corolla, he called and put me on speaker. As I followed him, he gave me simple directions to his place, and the way he was able to guide me with confidence, even though my car made an unfortunate squealing sound every time we took a turn, made me like him even more. He might be easy to frazzle when it came to sex, but he had a cool head about everything else. I needed that. I respected a man who didn’t lose his shit at every little bump in the road.
Neither of us brought up the fact that I didn’t need to take Flynn home now, since he had his car. I fought down a grin and made sure not to lose sight of his taillights.
When I pulled the Lexus into the driveway of a boxy house with light blue siding, dingy white trim, and a front lawn roughly the size of a postage stamp, the garage door was already up. Flynn simply had to ease his old Corolla inside. At least the light beside the front door filled the night with a friendly glow. I hated the idea of him coming home to darkness.
He walked out to meet me while I cut the engine on the Lexus, and I grinned and shook my head as he opened the passenger-side door and dropped onto the seat.
“You left the garage open? This neighborhood doesn’t seem too bad, but is that safe?” I glanced around the street, and he sighed.
“I guess I forgot.”
I got out and went inside the garage to make sure no one was in there waiting to jump him—not that there were many places for a criminal to hide. I’d never had Flynn alone, and I was so close to having him all to myself I could taste it. After everything else that had happened tonight I was taking no chances. Flynn followed me in, and I turned to close the big door. He moved around in the darkness and the fluorescent light overhead buzzed to life.
“Why are you nervous? Come here.”
He stared at his feet as he walked from the light switch next to the door, which I assumed led inside, to stand next to me near his car. I framed his hips with my hands and stared into his dark brown eyes, and he glanced away again.
“I didn’t want to go out with him, but....”
I could’ve kicked myself. Did I cause this problem tonight by pushing too hard? “Why did you?”
