Attached to You (Carolina Rebels 4)

Deanna scoots over; the action causes me to stiffen, and not in a good way. One of her hands rests on my thigh while she grips my hand in her own, interlocking our fingers. “I won,” she reminds me.

“And what you’re asking for is irresponsible.” Tempting, but not a good idea at all. “What if those people on either side of us come to their cars?”

She grabs the towel she was sitting on and throws it over our laps. “Hand jobs ending in orgasms. That’s all I’m asking for here.”

I snort. Oh, is that all? I glance around us, flicking my gaze to the mirrors.

“We’d sit just like this. We wouldn’t look suspicious,” she says, as if she knows I’m considering it. And fuck, why the hell am I considering it? There was no room for negotiations or changing my mind when I told her no only a minute ago. My blood already thrums with excitement. Deanna takes our joined hands and places them between her legs as she says, “I promise it’ll be worth our while.”

I was royally screwed the moment I met Deanna. I don’t know why I keep thinking I can say no, stop things between us, or fight anything going on. It’s been a losing battle since I bumped into her.

There’s a sigh fighting its way out with my defeat as I nod my head, wordlessly agreeing to her crazy prize. Her grin is quick and bright. She grabs my face and kisses me hard. Both wanting to eagerly get started and get this over with, I manage to stick my hand underneath her annoyingly wet clothes. She’s slick and wet. Deanna enjoys these stunts entirely too much, but I’ll be damned if I can lie and say that a small part of me doesn’t like them, too.

The kiss ends, her forehead dropping to my shoulder, and her hands fall to push down my waistbands. The moans she makes are soft, but seem to fill the entire cab of my truck. She wiggles a bit, readjusting how she’s sitting, and groans at the adjusted angle. It’s all I can do to focus on getting her off quickly while her hands are wrapped around me. She seems to think time is of the essence as well. Her strokes are near the point of aggressive.

Stretching my legs out a bit, my right foot accidentally presses the gas just as a family walks in front of my truck.

For a moment, I freeze. Where did they come from? Fuck. I forgot to pay attention.

Reality pops into place like the snap a rubber band and my truck is suddenly full of giggles as I mouth a sorry at the startled family with an angry-looking father.

“Oh god.” Deanna’s hands cradle her stomach. She keeps trying to speak, but can’t for her laughter.

I’m not sure if I’m irritated with her or amused as well. My hand is still between her legs, so I get back to work with renewed vigor. The giggles stop immediately. She gets her orgasm shortly after. Once I tuck myself back into my shorts, I pull out of my parking space.

The giggles return once Deanna is in her seat and buckled. “That had to be the best thing that’s ever happened. Did you see their faces when they heard the engine rev?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, come on, Brayden. You have to admit that it was hilarious.”

I glare at her.

She tries to tame her giggles, but it’s like once she has a handle on it, they start back up again.

“For fuck’s sake, Deanna,” I snap.

“I’m sorry,” she laughs. “But as soon as I think about it, I start laughing again.”

Her laughter is infectious, damn it. I don’t laugh. I do have some self-control. However, a small smile tugs at my lips. Deanna catches it too. She grabs my hand and leans over to kiss my cheek. Seriousness taking over her features for a brief moment. “Thank you. For the smile,” she adds.

And then, she’s back to giggling. I can only shake my head and smile a little wider.

Considering yesterday was a fairly easy day, aside from being with Deanna and doing the 5K, I shouldn’t be tired today. I am, though. I don’t like starting a game off tired. You’re supposed to have energy. A pep in your step. Eyes should be wide open. But I’ll be damned if I’m not tired as fuck. I got at least ten hours of sleep. Not all in a row, however; I stayed at Deanna’s house last night.

Collin comes up next to me as we’re skating around the ice for warmups. “You all right, Captain Hook?” he asks.

His question surprises me. Also makes me wonder if I look tired.

“I’m fine; why?”

He shrugs. “Seem off today.”

“We all have our days, Thing One.”

He smiles at his nickname, nods, and leaves me be.

Things seem normal as the game starts. Getting into the swing of things rids the tiredness from my bones. We play like we ought to. We even get a boost when the other team earns a penalty, setting us up on a power play. Unfortunately, we get caught in their zone. Time dwindles when I get the puck on my stick and take off, right down center ice. It doesn’t matter to me that our power play is over. There’s still an opportunity to capitalize on this.