“Wanna bet?”
She nodded. “Yep. If I’m right, you let me drive your truck home.”
I scowled. “I’ve seen how you drive. No, thanks.”
“And if you win, I’ll give you road head.”
My dick turned to stone. “Fuck.”
Her grin told me she knew exactly what she was doing. “Feed me, big man. If you’re lucky, you’ll feed me twice.”
“You’re a monster.” I pulled out of the parking lot and grunted. “And look at that. I looked both ways before I pulled out. No cars were run off the road.”
“I was trying to get laid!”
I found myself laughing hard enough that tears filled my eyes. I glanced over at her and was struck by just how much I cared about her. She made me feel things that I’d never felt for anyone before and it should’ve scared the shit out of me. One thing all the shit with The Apex Three had shown me, though, was that once Cassidy cared about someone, she really cared about them and was loyal to a fault. It felt goofy as fuck to think but I felt safe with her.
“What?” She twisted to face me, fighting the seatbelt. I drove slower. “You have this look on your face that I’ve never seen before. Does your stomach hurt?”
I snorted. “Christ, woman.”
“You’re being weird.”
“Maybe.” I winked at her. “Or maybe I’m just thinking about road head.”
Her cheeks heated and she reached for the seatbelt.
“No. Keep your fucking seatbelt on. You’re going to give me a stroke.” I had to fight the urge to stretch my arm across her chest to keep her safe. I’d clearly spent too much fucking time with the wine moms. “Pretend I didn’t say any of that.”
“Yeah, no. You sound like my dad, West. Is this where you come clean about your daddy kink?” She was having a blastteasing me. “I’ve never done it but you’re worth trying a few new things.”
I thought about her calling me daddy and shifted in my seat. I didn’t hate it. It was just more proof that I’d lost my mind for her. I pulled into the diner’s parking lot and turned off the truck. Looking over at her with my full focus, I saw that she was having fun but she was also shifting in her seat and pressing her thighs together. She was turned on as I was. Food suddenly didn’t sound as good.
“Stop looking at me like that. You promised me food.” She shoved open her door and gasped when it hit something with a loudclang. “Oh, shit.”
I shut my eyes and sighed. “Just tell me it wasn’t another vehicle.”
“Um, it wasn’t. Someone left a big metal pole here…” She groaned. “I’m just going to see myself out.”
I fought a grin but lost. Looking over at her climbing out of my truck while looking sheepishly at the pole she’d hit, I accepted that if I wanted Cassidy that I’d have to deal with constant damage to my truck, including the fucking glitter.
52
***Cass***
The onion rings were the best I’d ever tried. I didn’t know what they did to the food in Texas but it was just better. I was going to have to work out more because I couldn’t help eating more of whatever was put in front of me. Was I going to admit that to West, though? Nope.
He looked way too smug as he stared at me from his side of the booth. “What’s the verdict, Strawberry?”
I rolled my eyes at the nickname and shrugged. “They’re fine.”
He reached across the table and grabbed my plate. “I’ll eat the rest then.”
I snatched it back and glared at him. “My precious!”
He threw his head back and laughed before leveling a dangerous grin at me. “Looks like I’m getting road head.”
A thrill went through me. “Looks like.”
