His eyes crinkled at the sides and he nipped at my ear. “You’re frustrating as fuck. Get in.”
I couldn’t read him at all. He tormented me but smiled at me. His smile, the real one, was dangerous. His cologne mixed with sweat didn’t help either. My mouth watered, wanting to taste him.Stop being a fucking headcase. Justin’s death anniversary coming up doesn’t give me the right to act psycho.
“Any ideas where you want to have that drink? I’m assuming it’s to take advantage of me and have your way with my meat.”
“Don’t make meat have that many syllables. It’s creepy.” I glanced out of the window as he pulled out of the parking lot. Garth’s mom still remained—and a small part of me was pleased he’d chosen to leave with me rather than her. “I’m still annoyed at you.”
“I can’t recall a time when I wasn’t annoyed with you. That feeling is definitely mutual.” He hummed and tapped his fingers against the wheel with ease. It painted a different picture than most knew of him. And it struck me that I was one of the select few people who got to see Gideon in his private circle.Huh.The thought didn’t sit well with me. It felt too personal, tooclose.
“You’re fancy. You want beer or a cocktail?”Change the subject. Keep it neutral.
“Beer sounds good tonight. Especially after that win.”
“That I engineered.”
“Whatever you say, Barbie.”
“Ugh! Give me credit. Why is that hard?” I yelled and got a smirk from him. It infuriated me, the smugness that radiated off him. “You’re making me crazy.”
“Nah, you’re that all on your own.” He patted my knee and continued with his dumbass grin. “You realize, Blake wouldn’t have been on third if I hadn’t called for the hit-and-run the play before, or if I hadn’t told Ben to wait for a strike. One play doesn’t win a game—it seems a little egocentric of you to thinkyouwon the game. It was a number of plays to get to the point that yes, the risky call got us the win. But it can’t be used again. Teams will talk and play around our small-ball tactic.”
Fuck me sideways.His response had merit. My eyes widened and it felt like a ball of cotton in my throat. I would not apologize. I would not eat crow in front of him. I crossed my arms and vowed to remain quiet until we arrived at our destination—and I had no idea where we were going.
“Cat got your tongue, Barbie? I must say, it’s a first, seeing you speechless. I prefer to leave my woman speechless after a rough fuck. But this is nice, knowing I’m right.”
“God, shut up.”Real mature. Awesome. I sound five.
He let out a small chuckle and turned the music up louder. At least it was a classic,Hurtby Johnny Cash, and I could tune out my angry thoughts. It sort of worked, until he turned into an alley.Are we going to do it in an alley? Do I want to? Yeah. I do.
“I’m not taking you here to kill you, if that’s what you’re thinking. There’s a hidden bar here. It’s low-key, off the beaten path.” He parked and gave me a long look. “What crossed your mind?”
Do I tell him? Yeah. I want to shock him.“I thought you brought me here to fuck me in an alley. I would’ve let you, too.”
Then I left the car with his mouth hanging open.Score one for me.Feeling loads better, I waved at him and I went up to the single door with a lone light above it. “Cat got your tongue, hotshot?”
“Careful, Fiona.”
I shivered at his tone. It was a threat and a promise all wrapped up in two delicious words. He snuck his hand under my shirt in the back and slipped it into the waistline of my pants. I froze. Just as the bouncer opened the door, Gideon had palmed my ass.
“Head on in. You’re good. Nice to see you, GT.”
“You too,” he replied and pushed me ahead. His hand somehow remained on me the entire time. I was hot enough to explode. I closed my eyes in pure ecstasy when he ran his tongue over the back of my ear. “I’ll take an IPA. You get drinks, I’ll find us a back booth.”
Then he pinched my ass and I jumped. The dirty dog. I bought us two beers and chugged about half of mine before finding him. He wasn’t kidding—the semicircle booth was in the back with little light and away from everyone. It was shaped like a half-moon, leaving one small bench for us to sit. I slid in right next to him, not pretending that I didn’t know what was coming. My thoughts went haywire as my pussy throbbed.
I set the beers on the table. Gideon’s eyes lit up. “I have an idea. You game?”
“Depends on what it is.” He pulled me closer and bit down on my lip. I winced but he just winked at me.
“That was for your mouth always getting me hard.” He licked his lips and moisture pooled uncomfortably between my legs. “Are you turned on right now?”
“God, yes.”
“Good. Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to ask you some questions. You answer and I’ll provide you with the relief you need. If you refuse, then I can make it real hard and unpleasant for you.”
I tensed in need. I nodded. “Wh-why do you want to ask me questions?”
“I want to know more about you, Barbie. That simple. Now, scoot closer to me and pull your pants down enough in the front I can slip my fingers inside you,” he commanded in such a sweet, domineering tone I wouldn’t dare disobey. I obliged and moaned when two large fingers slid into me. “Good god. Is that wetness all for me?”
