And my cock was already hard again from the threat.
“Never,” I whispered, stealing a quick kiss from his smoky lips. “If I ever look at another Mustang, it’s only to size up the competition.”
The tachometer needle spiked suddenly as Fox smirked.
“Not that anyone could be competition for you,” I added, reassuringly.
The engine purred in approval, and Fox released his grip on the wheel, letting me take control again.
His possessiveness was a problem; I could not take a jealous supernatural Mustang home to meet my partners without some planning. Sparrow and Candy were used to my misadventures, patient as saints and easily amused by my occasional foolishness. But this lapse in judgment? This one might actually be dangerous.
I glanced down at the dashboard affectionately.
“Let’s find a nice place to park for the night,” I murmured. “Somewhere I can keep an eye on you.”
Chapter Five
Al
‘Somewhere’ ended up being the academy.
My academy.
It was perfect. Reinforced buildings, enchanted grounds, students who could level a city block before breakfast; how much damage could a car really do in a place designed to train gods? It would be fine for one night, right? It wasn’t like the place was crawling with reckless idiots who treated power like a party trick or anything.
Okay, maybe it wasn’t the best idea, but it was my only choice. I just needed one responsible adult, one person who could keep an eye on Fox long enough for me to figure out what the Hell I’d just gotten myself into.
I pulled out my phone, letting go of the wheel without even thinking about it. The car didn’t drift, not even an inch.
Fox had it handled.
My thumb flicked faster than my brain could keep up as I scrolled through my contacts, skimming past name after name, looking for one responsible adult who wouldn’t askquestions or immediately rat me out.
My father-in-law, Valas? Absolutely not. He’d have my entire family on speakerphone before I even finished explaining.
Klein? I’d end up being interrogated in the dining hall, with multiple witnesses present, every word meticulously recorded for blackmail material. No good.
Madison? Gods, that was a joke; if she knew the car could fuck, she’d wanna go for a drive too, and I didn’t want to share him.
There was only one choice that made any sense, and I hated it.
Lai wouldn’t ask questions. Lai never asked questions unless the answers were guaranteed to be entertaining. More importantly, even if he decided to ask, Lai had a price for his silence, and it was usually something stupidly manageable. A midnight run for pizza, an I.O.U., or helping his daughter stumble her way into extra credit without inheriting Lai’s own morally flexible approach to life to get it.
It was only ten past midnight. Lai was definitely still awake; I wasn’t surprised that the phone only rang for all of two seconds before he answered.
“This is gonna be good, I can tell.” Lai’s voice slid through the speaker like silk. I didn’t need to see him to know the exact expression he was wearing; lazy and smug, like a cat that had just knocked over a glass of water and was waiting to see if I’d yell.
“Just because I’m calling…” I sighed, already bracing for the interruption.
“After midnight? You’re usually asleep by ten,” Lai teased; I could practically hear his smirk. “So am I rescuing you, or bailing you out?”
I exhaled slowly, letting him have his moment. It was easier to let Lai burn through the theatrics before negotiating with him; if he didn’t get his fill now, it would flare up even worse later on. I knew him, and I knew how to handle him.
That’s the thing about still being friends with your Ex: you’re never just friends again. You can’t be just friends. There are crossed lines that can never be uncrossed, and you can’t un-eat someone’s ass. Something will always be different afterward. There would always be tension.
Sexual. Emotional. Dramatic.
I swear, Lai had looked me dead in the eye when he said ‘I do’ at his own wedding.
