"Uh..."
"Cock?"
"Sometimes."
"Cunt?"
"I need to hit someone?" Brendon's steady voice flows into my ears. He's right there. In front of the counter. His eyes meet mine. You good?
I nod. This is actually kinda fun.
He looks to Dean. Then to Walker. "Why are you here? We're closed."
"For the show." Dean motions to the two of us. "And to hang with my girl. Haven't you heard? I'm giving it to Kay real good. Even promised to tie her up and spank her if she writes her dirty book."
"It's not dirty." Okay, it's a little dirty.
"He's gonna hit you," Walker says.
"Nah. Look how happy he is." Dean motions to Brendon's attempt at a stern expression. It's failing. He's too smiley.
He is.
And I am too.
It's just... perfect.
Dean laughs. "Kinky Kaylee. You're using 'cunt' aren't you?"
"Well." I wink at Brendon. "It's a powerful word."
Chapter Forty
Kaylee
Brendon's hands go to my hips. Then his body is against mine and he's pinning me to the passenger side door.
"Fuck, Kay." His voice is breathy, heavy. "You wear that to torture me?"
I nod.
"I'm gonna have to punish you for that."
This time, I only barely manage to nod.
He rocks his hips against mine as he kisses me. It's hard. Deep. Hungry.
"Brendon. We shouldn't. Em..." I can't finish my sentence. I'm too busy sliding my hands into his hair and pressing my lips to his.
He tastes so good.
Like he's mine.
I never get enough of it.
He traces the hem of my skirt. Then his hands are sliding beneath it. And he's pressing his palm against me, over my panties.
His tongue slides around mine.