Chapter Nine
“What?”I squeaked.
Tate reached for the dial on the radio and turned up the music. Scorpions blared from the speakers. I loved this band. He pressed on the gas and rolled our windows down.
“Let’s just cruise for a while.”
I smirked. Tate didn’t necessarily have a cruising car, but I did enjoy blasting hard rock from an age long since past into the evening sky as the wind whipped my hair all over. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, enjoying the warm air on my face.
As Tate drove his hand crept over my thigh. I opened an eye to peek at him. He didn’t react, his mind focused on the road. His thumb rubbed lazy circles on my skin, pushing my skirt up slowly as he did so. My heart pumped a little harder and my thighs tightened as his familiar touched awakened my desire.
He cocked his head as ‘Pour Some Sugar on Me’ came on. He took his hand off my thigh and started bouncing his left leg to the beat. Banging his head along, he channeled his inner Joe Elliott, Def Leppard’s singer. I pressed my lips together tightly in a smile as he belted out the lyrics to one of the most infamous rock songs of that decade. He was so, incredibly sexy.
He turned to me as he sang the words. They were cheesy, obnoxious, and I fucking loved every single line. As the song went on, his hand returned to my leg, more confident than before. He started at my knee, raising my skirt along with him as he moved higher. When he reached the top of my thighs, his fingers grazed my seatbelt and then stayed there.
We were stopped at a stop sign when he leaned over and murmured in my ear, sending a delightful shiver through my body.
“I want to see you dance to this song. In nothing but those panties I bought you.”
The song ended and he stayed at the sign just long enough for the next song to start. We sped away, leaving sounds of Cinderella’s ‘Shake Me’ in our wake.
As he drove through Carbon Beach, he serenaded me with 80’s metal all the while teasing me with his calloused, yet playful fingers. He urged me to spread my thighs and I did so with little hesitation. His hand delved in between, gently stroking his thumb over my damp panties.
I gasped as he made slow, tormenting circles over them. I closed my eyes and leaned back, my hands reached down to clutch the seat. My legs spread further as he continued his tantalizing assault on my body. He hadn’t even really touched me yet and I was this close to sliding over the edge.
“Tate,” I gasped, realizing just how close I was. I opened my eyes and snapped my legs shut as I straightened my posture. “We can’t.”
He laughed and turned into my apartment complex. I hadn’t realized we had been driving for this long. The sun had fully set during our drive. The streetlights were already on.
“Who says?” He pulled into a space and parked, turning off the car. He then turned his body to face me and raised an eyebrow. His green eyes sparkled with mischief. “I don’t see anyone here saying to stop, other than you.” He made a show of looking around the parking lot. I pressed my lips together as my cheeks flushed. He reached over and pinched my nipple. I shuddered.
“Cold? See, I think,” he leaned over, his mouth close enough to my ear I could feel the heat of his breath on my skin. “You’re just afraid of people watching you come.”
I stopped breathing for a long moment and he chuckled, moving to exit the vehicle. I took a second to gather my thoughts before opening my door. He actually tapped on the window, startling me. I jumped and he laughed again. His smile was so damn charming. Damn him! I took one last long, deep breath and joined him in going up to my apartment.
“What exactly are we celebrating? You told your mom it was an important date.”
He reached for my hand as we climbed up the stairs to my floor.
“It is kind of. One year ago today was the night before the Legacy tour. It was the day I was introduced to you.”
“The day you placed that bet?” I questioned. He shot me a wary look.
“Let’s not talk about that anymore. If it hadn’t been for that bet, I wouldn’t have given you a second glance. As a general rule I never messed with my friend’s family members. I can’t say I’m glad I took that bet, but I can’t say I’m not happy with how it turned out.”
We reached my floor and he stopped us at the door. Swiveling me around, he pressed me to my door. An arm reached out to bind me to it, while his other hand went to my waist. His face dipped down to plant a tender, long kiss on my lips. The connection sent pleasurable waves all throughout my body in anticipation. When he was finished, he pulled away only a fraction.
“It was a long game, but eventually I got the girl.”
My heart was his. Totally and utterly his for the taking. How did he always know exactly what to say to melt my every hesitation or doubt about us? He kissed me again, his hands slipping over my breasts, stroking my nipples. I groaned and a low chuckle rumbled in his throat. I felt the vibration of it as he nuzzled and sucked on my neck.
“Why don’t we take this inside and do that thing I told you we were going to do?”
Make a tape.Make a tape?
He released me and squeezed my ass as I turned and unlocked the door as quickly as possible. Were we really about to...? I supposed the better question was, did I want to?Yes.
I mean, no. Porn? Me on film- in a porno? No. Yes? No. Or... yes. The idea of all the things Tate could do to me was enough to make me consider it. If his playfulness in the car was any indicator as to how he planned on this night going, I wasn’t ruling it out.
