Monster’s eyes flashed again, but she didn’t have time to think about it, nor did she care what it meant in the moment. All she cared about was how pleased he looked with her.
In order to swallow every last drop, she had to close her mouth, but she immediately reopened to show him she’d done as he ordered.
“My good girl.” Her very soul soared under his praise. She felt his other hand at her waistband. “That deserves a reward.”
He kissed her as his hand slipped into her jeans and came in contact with her soaked underwear. She was sure she’d come the second his finger found her clit.
Before she could find out if that was indeed true, her phone rang, startling both of them. Monster recovered before she did and resumed the kiss along with his exploration further south.
However, the mood was shot for her. She recognized the ringtone, and if she didn’t answer, he’d just call back again and again until she did.
When the ringing stopped and started again for the fourth time, Monster pulled back. “Do you need to get that? Sounds like someone really wants to get a hold of you.” He asked as he tucked himself away.
“Um.” After buttoning her pants, she stooped down to pick up her purse from where it had dropped on the pavement, pulling the phone out intent on silencing it. “I can just …” She trailed off at the text message preview in all caps that greeted her on the lock screen.
GET OFF YOUR KNEES AND
It wasn’t the full message, but it was enough. Her father was there, somewhere. Panic overtook every cell in her body.
Spinning around like a cornered animal, she tried to make an excuse. “On second thought, I um, need to?—”
Before she could finish, Monster had sprung into action. Gun drawn, scanning the area while blocking her with his body.
“Where, Pixie?”
“What?”
“Where’s the threat?” He asked as he tried to push her down between the cars where she’d be safe.
Her heart sank and swelled at the same time. Her dad had eyes on her somewhere, and Monster was ready to fire a shot.
After gathering her composure, she tugged on his belt loop to get his attention. “There’s … there’s no threat, Monster.” She said as calmly as she could manage. “It was just a text I wasn’t expecting, and it caught me off guard. There’s no threat.”
Scanning the lot again, his hesitation seemed to last forever before he turned and pulled her up. She could tell by the look in his eyes as he tucked his gun away that he didn’t buy what she was selling.
“You’re riding with me. I’ll send someone for your car.”
Monster grabbed her hand and pulled her toward his bike, but she couldn’t go. Wouldn’t go. So much doubt suffused her. It had been there before, but after what had transpired between herself and Monster, she couldn’t continue. She just couldn’t do what her father wanted. She had to put him off until she could figure out her mother’s treatment.
“Um, I’m sorry. I have to go. The text.” She held up her phone when her words halted his forward progression, and he turned. “It was about my mom. She’s sick and I need to go.” All truths, just in a roundabout way.
“I’ll take a rain check, though?” She added hopefully.
When he took her face in his hands, she felt wanted. He kissed her hard and fast. Then led her back to her car and opened the door, motioning for her to get in. Once she did, he leaned in and buckled her belt. “Tomorrow. Frank’s Steaks. 8.”
“Um,” she hesitated as he pulled back and shut the door.
“What? I’m good enough to blow but not be seen in public with? You just slumming it in a biker bar?” He was practically sneering. The man had clearly been judged in the past and had a chip on his shoulder about it.
“No, that’s not it at all, Monster.” She reached through the window and grabbed his arm as he tried to back away. “Tomorrow is fine. Eight is excellent, but Frank’s is a no-go for a vegetarian.”
It took him a while to comprehend what she was saying, but when he finally got it, the smile he granted her was a thing of romance books. Slightly crooked, just the right amount of tooth, and absolutely panty-melting.
“Shit, Pixie. The way you swallowed my shaft, I would’ve never guessed you don’t like meat.” His vulgar joke had her laughing too. “Okay, that rabbit food place over on Cheyanne. Better?”
“Better.”
He slapped the roof of her Jeep, and she drove away. Watching as he got smaller in her rearview mirror.
