Landon’s hand moves to my chin, tilting my face up to meet his. There’s a smile playing on his lips, and it makes my stomach clench.
“Imagine,” he says softly, “what it would be like with Abby between us. Both of us touching her, inside her, making her come until she can’t remember her own name.”
My entire body goes rigid as the image floods my mind before I can stop it. My cock stirs in my jeans and Landon’s smile widens as he feels my reaction.
“You like that idea...” he says, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Don’t you?”
Heat crawls up my neck, spreading across my skin.
Landon notices and chuckles. “Look at that,” he murmurs, his eyes following the red trail up to my face. “You’re blushing. That’s fucking hot.”
“Stop,” I say. “Someone could walk in any second.”
“Then I guess we should make this quick,” Landon replies, but instead of doing anything more, he steps back, adjusting his jeans.
“We can’t keep doing this,” I say firmly, trying to regain some semblance of control.
“Keep telling yourself that, but we both know how this is going to end.”
He walks away before I can respond, leaving me alone. My heart races, and my traitorous body wants everything he’s offering, even though it’s the worst possible idea.
The parking lot is practically empty as I turn the key in the ignition for the third time and get nothing but a clicking sound in return.
“Fuck,” I mutter, resting my forehead against the steering wheel.
I try again.
Click.
Nothing.
My brother’s response to my text comes through, saying he’s already left. Apparently, my niece snuck out with a boy, and he has to go and try not to commit murder. At times like this, I’m glad I don’t have children. The players have all gone; the last I saw of anyone was Levi getting into a car with Abby.
I step out of my car and pop the hood, staring down at the engine, but I don’t know what I’m looking at. Oil cap... Battery? I’m completely out of my depth.
“Trouble?”
I jerk up so fast I almost hit my head on the hood. Landon’s standing there, his truck keys dangling from his fingers.
“Car won’t start,” I say, slamming the hood down. “The battery’s probably dead. How come you’re still here?”
“I was looking for Levi.” Landon tucks his keys into his pocket.
“He left with Abby about fifteen minutes ago.”
“That fucking asshole. Do you need any help?”
I lean against my car, flustered, and I hate it. I hate that Landon Kane makes me feel vulnerable. “Nah, I’ll call a tow truck. No big deal.”
“Don’t be stupid,” Landon says, moving closer. “I’ll drive you home. Your car can wait until morning. You can get it towed tomorrow.”
“I don’t want to impose.”
“You’re not. Come on. My truck’s over here.”
With a sigh, I lock my car and follow him across the parking lot to his truck. It’s a beast of a thing, black with tinted windows and custom rims. He opens the passenger door for me, and I climb in.
The inside smells like him. My pulse thumps in my neck as he rounds the front and slides into the driver’s seat. He starts the engine and pulls out of the parking lot smoothly, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gearshift.
