Dean snatches the phone from my hand, cutting Eden off. He brings it to his ear, listening to her ramble for a few seconds before interrupting her.
“Fuck off, Eden,” he says, hanging up and handing me my phone back.
“I can handle my sister.” I glare, not actually angry.
“I have no doubt about that, princess. But you shouldn’t have to.” He grabs my chin, tilting it up for me to look at him.
For a second, I think he’s going to kiss me. He’s so close I can smell the mint from his gum. But he hesitates,staring into my eyes. My fingers tighten on his cut, and I’m frozen. Mesmerized.
Time pauses like this could be the moment that changes everything.
Until he pulls back, and I quickly bury my disappointment.
“What are you up to?” I fiddle with my hands, letting my gaze drift off.
“Taking you for a ride.”
“I’m okay hanging out here with Aimee if you’re busy.”
“Not too busy for you, princess.”
I want to overanalyze that. To think maybe his chest gets as tight as mine does when he’s around me. Instead, I remind myself that Dean chases fun. He thrives in chaos. He’ll tire of me eventually and realize that now that we’re grown up, I’m more trouble than I’m worth.
“Come on.” He slips his fingers through mine.
I wave goodbye to Aimee, who is standing in Havoc’s arms. He stares down at her like she’s his entire world. And when her gaze moves up to him, her smile is wider than I’ve ever seen it.
Dean leads me outside to his bike. He hands me a helmet while he climbs on. There are speakers inside, humming with his chuckle as he watches me fight with the buckle.
After a pathetic attempt, he fixes it for me, then holds out his hand so I can climb on behind him. I’m as far back as I can get, afraid to wrap myself around him, because every time I do, I can’t think straight. But he grabs mythighs and pulls my chest flush with his back, refusing me any space.
“Where are we going?” My hold on his waist tightens as the bike pulls forward.
“For a drive.”
His answer is vague, when I usually prefer knowing what’s going on. Right now, I don’t mind. After these past couple of days, I could use an escape.
Better yet, I could use a distraction.
“Hmm.” I skate my hands down Dean’s abs as we reach the main road, seizing the opportunity of being this close to him to feel every ripple of his body. My fingers skate lower, toying with his thighs next.
“You trying to kill us, Willa?” His voice is clear through the speaker in my helmet.
“Of course not.” I rub my palm up his leg, gripping his firm cock through his jeans. “You’ll keep us safe, won’t you?”
“Oh, you’re safe, princess.” He groans when I rub him again. “From everyone but me.”
21
Willa
Dean takes the turnaway from the compound, and traffic thickens, so I move my hand off his cock before someone catches what we’re doing.
“Don’t get shy now.” He grabs my wrist, moving it over him again. “Show them whose cock you worship, Willa.”
I tighten my legs around him, my cheeks heating. He releases my wrist, and I could move my hand away again, but I don’t. I grab his thick cock and rub it through his jeans. He slows his bike on purpose until we’re right beside another car.
When the driver looks over at us, Dean flips him off and pulls forward.
