“Correct, I didn’t. I just wanted to get as far away from the people I was with. You got a problem with that?” I smart back at him, wiggling my ass to pluck out my panties that the rain has caused to ride up.
He spins to face me and even over the distance I see the flash of anger in his eyes. He jabs his finger over the space that separates us. “What the fuck do you think? Of course, I’ve got a problem with the rental place giving you a fucking lemon to drive. And secondly, you telling me you were in a hurry to get away from people, does that include the cock who hit you?”
I grimace again and he doesn’t miss it. I don’t think he’d miss much, actually.
Within a few long determined and slightly pissed off strides, he’s back at my car. The whole driver’s side sinks down as he hops in and drives it off the side of the road. When he twists around to look in the back, I already know I’m going to get another look from him. Despite being on the road a lot for modelling, I’ve still not mastered the art of travelling light.
Much like I expected, when he turns back, he pins me with his gaze, but it’s not all bad. His lips twist again and he shakes his head.
It only takes him one trip to his oversized pick-up truck before all my stuff is out of the rental. I go to take a step, and he freezes me with a look, but I roll my eyes and race through the downpour to climb in his truck.
And I’m sure to a casual observer this would be one of those situations everyone warns you about but there’s a whole lot more at play than two random strangers crossing paths in the dead of night.
Of course, the truck is massive to match its owner, and like him, every inch of it is saturated by his delectable, mouth-watering bourbon scent. Before I have a chance to look for anything in the cabin in some hope of finding more out about him, he jumps in.
Away from the downpour and getting to be this near to him without distraction, I’m stunned to realise he’s ethereal in his looks—definitely not angelic though. His features are striking. I could literally spend hours staring at his face and never get bored. Everything about him is pronounced but not unbalanced, making him appear as photogenic as the people I work with, but it’s his brittle, fuck-you presence that would ensure he’d never get a day’s work.
Instinctively, I know it’s not that he’s unstable, but it’s because I don’t think this Alpha has ever had another person tell him what to do, or tell him no. He’s a taker, no question about it, he’d take from you without asking.
It’s odd because even though he knows I’m watching, he’s completely unapologetic and entirely himself. Most people in a similar situation would be cautious, or slightly timid, but not him. He’s just himself. And I like that a lot.
“Lose the shirt and show me how wet you are,” he demands before twisting back round to face me expectantly. There’s no way to avoid the challenge in his eyes, or the entitled set of his mouth.
Not sure if he gets it yet. I mean, he probably does, but if this Alpha told me to stick my finger up my nose and hop on one leg while singing Anti-Hero, I’d be asking him how I’m doing afterthe first stanza. But I somehow also know not to give in to his every demand, he’d hate it.
“Turn around,” I answer, flicking my chin up at him. And my tone matches his own, expectation dripping off each word.
“You get I’m driving us out of town to a hotel so we can spend the next few days fucking, right? I’ll be tasting every inch of you before I…”
“I’m not showing you my tits on the side of the road,” I snap.
“You will show me whatever I want to see. Whenever, wherever.” He growls, his fingers jabbing towards me before he drops a sassy smile and covers his eyes with his hand, which surprises me.
I pull my wet shirt off before putting on the long white sleeve shirt he put on my lap. I probably should insist on wearing my own clothes, but I’d be a big fat liar if I was to say that I’m not nearly combusting when I realise I’m wearing his shirt. It reeks of him in such a good way.
“Can I look yet?” He growls again.
But since he did good for me, I do good for him. “Not yet,” I insist as I wiggle out of my saturated cut offs and kick them onto the floor of his truck, on top of my wet shirt.
And being completely slutty, because like he said that’s what we’re going to do, I lean back on the passenger door dressed only in his oversized hoodie. Pulling it down to cover my pussy, I prop my legs open wide and pose.
“Okay,” I say suddenly on a long, lusty exhale.
His eyes burst open and for a few moments he stays deathly silent as he does nothing but stare. And no crap, the way he looks at me, I’m sure the heat will scar me forever.
He freaking oozes confidence in the way he languishes and takes his lazy ass time dragging his eyes over every inch of me. I nearly feel self-conscious, but he scents up a storm and his smile widens the longer he takes.
At one point he looks up to my eyes, and his own are overflowing with desire. He’s completely unfazed by it too. Some people would hide their raw need, but not him. I get another sense of how huge his blazing ego is in that moment when he winks smugly before he pulls off his wet shirt and flings it in the back.
He knows how good he looks, and he very much likes how much I like it.
“Seat belt on,” is the only warning I get before he drives like his ass is on fire through the night.
And clearly, I don’t need to ask him what the rush is. It’s pretty darn obvious.
Chapter
Two
