Danger (The Driven World)

And I’m so excited Lilah and him have sparked up a connection. I personally think they’re so cute together. Lilah works as a Pit reporter, traveling with the tour just like us.

I smile, placing my hand on Danger’s thigh, hoping he’s still paying attention to the keynote speaker today at this charity function. It’s a breakfast for the same charity we went to last night, run by Rylee Donavan with Corporate Care, and this is the part where the donations roll in. Last night was just fun and food, but today is the actual message of the charity. And right now, Danger is paying very careful attention to the woman on stage speaking about how they take runaways from all over the country.

He notices me staring at him and smiles. “What?” he whispers close to my ear.

I shake my head. “Nothing.”

Lilah kisses my cheek as she leaves our little table in the back, and moves to one closer up front by Mandarin.

Danger grabs my hand on his thigh and moves it up, closer to his...heat.

I blush. “What are you doing?”

He leans in. “You want to make a show of it, right? Most women I’m seen with would be stroking my drive shaft under the table right about now.”

I remove my hand, catching his joke about the drive shaft, and I slightly roll my eyes. “Well, I’m not most women. I’m your girlfriend, and about to become your fiancée.”

He grabs my hand and deposits it in his lap, and I touch his dick before retreating. “If you’re going to be engaged to me, you’ll have to act like it.”

“And being your whore is how you suggest I show it?” I’m furious. I don’t want to be one of his many nameless, faceless women.

I’m special.

He turns his whole body toward me, ignoring whoever is at the stand speaking. He drapes an arm over the back of my chair, moving toward my ear. “Would you rather I touch you?”

I face him, my whole body radiating my anger. “No, I don’t want you to touch me.”

He nips my ear. “You sure?”

My anger turns to desire on a dime. Damn traitorous body. “Danger, we can’t do this here.”

He places a hand on my thigh, inching up my leg and under my skirt. “This would be what any normal couple would do.”

It’s overwhelming having his attention focused solely on me. I can see how he gets so many women to do whatever he wants. With one touch I’m about to beg him to do whatever he wants to me. But I remember where I am and straighten in my chair.

“Danger,” I warn, but it sounds more like a moan.

“No one’s even paying attention to us. See.” He stops to glance around the dining room.

It’s early, the room is dark so the speaker can show a set of slides on the screen up front.

He’s right. No one is even paying attention to us way back here. Even Lilah left our table a while ago and has made her way toward Mandarin. For all I know they’re doing the very same thing.

“Now, you should feel special, Monterey. Normally women don’t get a breakfast date with me. And if they do, I’d make sure they were stroking me and not vice versa.”

I stare into his deep, haunting eyes. The brown so fierce it slices right through me. “So, I should feel special because you’re touching me now?”

He nips the bottom of my earlobe again. “So fucking special.”

My heartbeat kicks up, and I close my eyes to try to find my center of gravity. I can’t believe this is happening. Danger’s fingers hit the edge of my panties, and he slides right past the barrier and over my wetness.

“Danger,” I warn again.

“You’re so wet. Is this all for me, Monterey?”

I bite my bottom lip, not really sure how to answer him, or if I even can. “Yes.”

“Right answer.” He moves his finger inside me, rubbing another over my clit. I spot my father out of the corner of my eye, moving this way.

Before I can warn Danger, he sees as well and removes his hand.

We straighten ourselves before my father joins our table. “I’m heading to Indy now. You two will be ok, right?”

“Yes, Dad. We’ll be fine.” I stare over at Danger, and oh my god, he’s licking his fingers, the exact fingers he just had inside me as he smiles in my direction.

“We’re all good,” he says with his stupid grin.

My father, not thinking anything is out of the ordinary, smiles and puts his wheelchair in reverse. “Call me once you arrive.”

“Will do.” As soon as he’s gone I turn my head in Danger’s direction. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

His eyes are hazy, like almost darker as he stares at me. “You taste so fucking good.”

And with that, I stand and head in the direction of the closest restroom. I can’t breathe, and I need time alone.