“Definitely not,” I say, choking on my ice water.
“We’ll take it to go,” he requests, turning back to the waitress.
“Sure thing.”
She leaves with the plate, returning moments later with a box and the check.
By then, Quill isn’t quite as hard anymore, but he’s still got me trapped in his lap, holding me tightly as if scared that whatever is going on between us will stop the minute he stops touching me.
He’s probably not wrong.
“Look at you two lovebirds,” smiles the waitress. “How long have you been together?”
“We’re not together.”
“Four years.”
I just have time to see the waitress’ confused expression before I turn back to glare at Quill. He merely shrugs, leaving a few bills on the table. Then he pulls me up and grips my ass possessively, which is definitelynotgoing to make the waitress think we’re not together.
“Four years, Quill? What the hell?”
He opens the car door for me, his face a mask, then heads over to the other side.
“Youdorealize we haven’t been together all this time, right?” I huff. “Right?”
He obviously should, but sometimes I question his sanity. Especially when I remember how he’s apparently been going around killing my dates. He can’t possibly imagine I’ve belonged to him since high school… can he?
He turns on the engine, pulls out of the parking lot, then stares at me with a slight smirk on his face.
“What?” I snap.
He doesn’t answer right away, instead focusing on the road while I sit back, my arms crossed. He was right, I guess. The minute we broke contact, the spell was over. I’m back to remembering all the bad shit, and I couldn’t even break down the wall between us if I wanted to.
“I was just thinking,” he begins at last.
“Oh? Well, good for you.”
His smirk deepens as he grabs my hand and traps it in his.
“I was just thinking about how this road trip is forty hours long.”
“So?”
“So… I was wondering how many times you could come in that time.”
“Quill!” I squeak out, my face turning red.
“Well, go on.”
“Huh?!”
He tears his eyes away from the road and looks at me with a hungry glint in his eyes that makes me feel tingly all over.
“Go on,” he says darkly. “Take off those ugly jeans and start touching yourself, Piper.”
Chapter 6
Quill
