With deft fingers, he undoes it, his palm sliding along my lower stomach, under the waist of my jean shorts.
I stop kissing him, my eyes opening wide.
“Wilder,” I say against his lips.
He kisses me again, his fingers trailing lower.
“You’re cheating!” I say and he just laughs.
“You never said I couldn’t seduce you, Ingrid,” he murmurs.
I sigh. I love when he says my name.
But not enough to lose the bet.
“We have to get on the road,” I remind him.
Wilder shakes his head, his body still warm against mine.
“Yes.” I laugh.
He sits up, pulling me with him.
“I’m going to wear you down,” he warns.
I give him a cruel smile. “Not if I wear you down first.”
He smirks. “Good luck.”
He grabs my suitcase, then his, and opens the hotel room door.
“Let’s get these in the car, then we’ll check out.”
I nod, my heart pounding in my chest.
Maybe betting Wilder wasn’t the best decision I’ve made.
At the very least, this road trip just got more interesting.
Chapter Thirteen
The Pops Bond
Ingrid
The highway stretches out before us, a few sparse cars up ahead. Oklahoma smells different. Like freshly cut grass and miles of open plains.
“What about sushi for dinner?” Cash suggests as he points to our exit.
Wilder nods, his dark sunglasses hiding his hazel eyes. “Sounds like a plan, man.”
Sometimes, I think they forget I’m back here.
“What if I want hibachi?” I ask.
Wilder flinches slightly. Just enough to prove my point.
“You guys forgot I was back here!” I yell.
