“Mmhmm.” I nod, intentionally pulling out a long stringer of cheese when I take another bite. I know she hasn’t eaten nearly all day, waiting until after her barrel run.
I’m the same when it comes to competition.
Get it over with, then I can relax enough to enjoy.
Her bottom lip rolls out, then purses. “If I sit, will you tell me why you pulled such a dick move?”
I want to tell her that she likes how my dick moves.
Later.
“Yep,” I grunt instead.
“Fine.” She lets out a sigh, then kicks her left leg over the seat.
Then her arm snakes out and she steals my marinara sauce. With a smirk, she tips it towards me like she’s making a toast before she dips her food into it.
“Payment for stealing my sponsor.”
Any annoyance in me is lost as I watch her wrap her pouty fucking mouth around the shaft of that cheese stick.
Her cheeks hollow, sucking in air. “Shit. Hot.”
The heat of her steamy exhale billows over my arm making it almost impossible not to have memories of last night surface.
When she was tied beneath me, moaning with every stroke of my tongue.
That deserves another bump of the button on the remote.
She stiffens with a flush of red running up her throat.
“You don’t have to burn yourself.” I tilt my head to give her the most non-chalant look I can muster.
All while my cock rages at me, begging to escape.
“I’m just—” She takes a shuddering breath. “—anyways. Tell me what happened back there.” Her wrist twists in a vague direction as she shifts her hips.
“He’s a con-man.” I shrug, reaching across to dip a new piece into her red sauce.
I ignore her scowl and continue. “I saw him earlier—” Not a lie. “—hanging around your pen, and when I asked what he needed, he told me he wasfamilyto you. Why did he need to introduce himself?”
The color fades from her cheeks.
I’m tempted to hit the button again just to see the pink.
“He was messing with my stuff?” Her bravado slips as the corner of her bright blue eyes tighten.
Damn I wish I could take her in my arms and tell her she’s safe.
But all I can do is give a small nod.
“I ran him off. He ain’t a sponsor, Sophia. He’s bad news in a white suit.” I want to stay longer.
Having her so fucking close without being able to touch her is torture.
Pushing up from the table, I crinkle the empty cardboard container in my fist and toss it into the nearby garbage can.
“I’m still taking these as payment.” She pulls her food closer with a half-smirk. “But thank you.”
