Christmas with a Rockstar (Rock Revenge Trilogy 3.50)

Whatever. I didn’t plan to fully analyze it.

Hell fucking no.

“You’re welcome,” I said politely while taking a self-serving moment to fully enjoy the view of her in my car. She was a looker, for sure. Long shapely legs, round ass, full breasts. She had an hourglass shape any guy would lust over, though she seemed a little undernourished.

Pressing her legs together and crossing them at the ankles, she settled in. Her demure behavior only added to my confusion regarding her.

I shut the door.

Time to move things along. To get out of this neighborhood. To get us out of this neighborhood. It wasn’t safe. Plus, I needed to get her alone to have my way with her. Anything I wanted with her, I could have. I was a paying customer, after all.

I felt her watching me as I quickly rounded the hood. What was she thinking? She seemed genuinely into me. I wasn’t totally clueless with chicks. I recognized the signs. Darkened eyes. Parted lips. But then again, maybe she was just really good at her job.

I yanked open my door with more force than necessary.

“Smiles cost extra,” she said, her tone sassy as she flipped her platinum pigtails over the black leather headrest.

I lowered myself into the seat and glanced at her, noting the remnants of one playing on her lips. The stinging retort I had ready to deliver evaporated from my tongue.

She was damn cute. The supple red suede of her seat seemed to conform to her. More confusing than her behavior was the proprietary rush I felt looking at her beside me in my car.

I reached for my seat belt and snapped it into place.

“What? No comeback?” She let out a low laugh that affected me as strongly as if she had wrapped her slender fingers around my cock.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said lamely, then mentally cursed myself for sounding like a dumbass.

“You do that.” Her partial smile became a full-blown one that lit up her eyes.

Suddenly, she became the only thing I saw. Gone was the interior of the car. The rounded aviation-style dials. The polished chrome. The gold-and-red crest on the center of the steering wheel. Everything receded but her.

I ripped my gaze away from her and asked, “You have a usual place?” My voice was overly loud, my grip tightening on the wheel.

She was staring at me again; I could feel it. Her scrutiny was unnerving. I mean, what could she see that held her attention? I desperately wanted to know.

“What?” she asked.

I couldn’t resist. I swiveled my head to take her in.

Her golden eyes widened, and she blinked at me in return. They were striking at a distance, but up close, her eyes were fucking phenomenal.

Suddenly, I couldn’t think straight. My pulse pounded in my cock.

I pulled in a deep breath. A necessary one, but a mistake that flooded my senses with her fresh meadow-like scent, a light flowery fragrance that took me home.

Fuck me.

I cleared my throat, and when I spoke, my voice was gruff. “Where do you want me to do you, babe?”

“Oh. Yes. Um.” She wet her lips, seeming caught off guard by my abruptness. “Don’t you mean me doing you?”

“Yeah, darlin’.” Oh, hell fucking yes. Now we had things refocused. “For sure.”

Her gaze dipped to my lap as if to ascertain the magnitude of that task. My already steely hard cock got even harder. Her gaze pinned to my lap, she made a low appreciative sound. My spine tingled as if she’d actually traced my sizable length.

“Where?” I asked, trying to focus, remind her of the issue of logistics. “This ain’t happening here.”

“There’s a park nearby,” she said.