Lady’s ears perked up, but I stilled her with a pet on her big head. “Stay with me, baby.”
For a second, it seemed like that might be enough. But then the crinkle of training treats in Dom’s pocket sent Lady bolting off the couch, nearly trampling me as she ran across the living room.
“What a good girl, following instructions,” Dom smirked at me as the dog sat attentively in front of her. “What’ll it take to get you listening like this?”
“A fucking gun to my head,” I growled, shoving myself upright on the couch.
“We could arrange that…”
“Fuck yourself,” I stood up from the couch, wiping off my pants where Lady had stomped over my legs.
“Don’t need to. You already did,” she chuckled. “Or have you already forgotten how desperate you are for me?”
My jaw dropped as I blustered for a response. “I— I am NOT desperate!”
But Dom barely spared me a glance as she held out a handful of treats to Lady, “I’m just saying, she’s not the only bitch eating out of my palm.”
The heat flashed from my chest all the way to my cheeks as I stormed out of the room, pausing in the doorway only long enough to glare back at her. “That isneverhappening again.”
“Whatever you say, Viper.”
I didn’t need to see her shit-eating grin to know that it was there — I could hear it in the hum of her voice as I stormed down the hallway, slamming the garage door behind me.
For whatever reason, going up to my room felt too much like admitting defeat tonight. And at least if she thought I was angry around her precious toy cars, it might actually make her a little afraid for once.
But as I stormed down to the bottom of the stairs, I was surprised to find that I wasn’t alone. Spencer was busy clearing out the trunk of a light blue, vintage Jaguar toward the end of the line.
At the sound of my footsteps, her shoulders had tensed, but once she set eyes on me, Spencer let out a sigh of relief. “Hey, Bunny. What brings you down to the underside?”
“Avoiding Satan upstairs. What about you?” I crossed my arms, pacing over to her little workstation.
“Cleaning out some of the old cars. You’d be surprised how much shit gets left in the trunks over time.”
“Damn,” I leaned against a pillar nearest her. “You’re bored enough to be doing Dom favors? Shit’s really getting dire.”
“I’m not doing her a favor. Not all the cars down here are hers. Some are Leo’s, and one or two of them are mine. Or were.”Spencer scowled before shaking her head, “Gifts from Dom. Gotta figure out what I’m doing with them now, I guess.”
“Crash ‘em through the living room?” I posited, lifting a brow.
“She doesn’t spend enough time in there for it to be worth it. Plus, it would hardly cost her to fix it.” Spencer pouted as she shut the trunk of the Jaguar, and I couldn’t help but sigh seeing the look on her face.
“I’m so tired of being mad at her. But she doesn’t make forgiving her easy.”
“Tell me about it,” Spencer scoffed, leaning against the trunk of the car.
“I just wish I could get her back and be done with these feelings. Being mad is so exhausting, and I just want to feel better already, but…” I trailed off, shaking my head. “I just don’t know that it’ll ever feel even.”
Spencer nodded, her gaze travelling across the garage in a thousand yard stare. But then, something caught her eye, lighting a spark behind her gaze. “I don’t know that it’ll be even, but I can think of one thing that’ll make us both feel better.”
“What do you…?” I started, following her gaze until it landed on something that made my stomach lurch. “We can’t…”
“Can’t we though?” she grinned, pushing off the Jag’s trunk and stalking closer to me.
“Spencer… Spencer!” I gasped as she slipped her hands beneath my thighs and lifted me in one smooth motion.
“Come on, Bunny. Are you telling me you don’t want to?” She smirked as she popped me down on the trunk of Dom’s gold Camaro, letting the car shake as she pressed between my legs.
“I didn’t say that?—”
