Knockout (Tapped Out 4)
“So what’s on tap tonight?” Praying for courage, I tossed my hair back over my shoulders and stared straight out the windshield. “You going to actually fuck me?”
“Jesus, Lil.” His hand tightened around the wheel until I wondered how it didn’t snap under the pressure.
“Well?”
“You honestly expect me to answer that?”
“I expect you not to sit there while JC and I get busy and only join us because you’re guilted into it, or because it’s more uncomfortable for you not to—”
His harsh laughter made me fall silent. “You’re kidding, right? You think I was guilted into last weekend?”
I gripped the handle above my seat as he took a corner too fast and the tires squealed. “I don’t know, were you? It’s hard to say what you were, since it seems like you’re in complete denial about everything that took place. If your damn dick didn’t get hard, I wouldn’t know if you were even into—”
“Enough, Lily, fucking enough.” The tires squealed again and horns blared behind us as he jerked the car into a space a couple of blocks from JC’s place.
Before I could ask why he’d parked so far away, he undid his belt and reached across the space to do the same with me. Then his mouth crushed onto mine, stealing my questions and complaints and my breath.
Erasing everything but his minty taste as his tongue curled around mine and his large hands came up to frame my face.
We stayed like that for long minutes, our mouths slanting together hungrily, our unsteady breaths fogging up the windows. Though he kept his hands above my neck, I wasn’t so polite. I tugged at his T-shirt, pulling it up so I could feather my fingers over his taut abs and down to the button of his jeans. A quick brush of my knuckles told me he was already hard and straining. I started to reach for his zipper, wanting to touch more than denim, but he broke off with a groan and stilled my hand.
“Hang on, sweetheart. Not here.” The thumb of his other hand swept over my damp lower lip. “You asked me if I was going to fuck you.”
I shuddered. I simply couldn’t help it. “Yes.”
“No.”
My heart clenched and a sound escaped me that sounded dangerously like grief.
He cupped my cheek. “Our first time, I’m going to make love to you. I can’t do anything else, Lil.” He dropped his forehead to mine and I shuddered again, this time in relief and joy.
I wasn’t sure what he meant by using those words. Sure, we’d been close for so long, but this was a new level.
I just didn’t know if that new level meant he loved me differently now too. Deeper. Not just as the girl he’d been assigned by my father to watch over all those years ago. Not a girl that he was somehow—thank you, Jesus—attracted to. But…more.
The silence pressed in on me, making my heart race. I had to speak before I simply exploded. “Okay.”
Yeah, that was worth breaking the silence barrier for. Cripes.
At my voice, his eyes flickered open and met mine, dark and intent. “But after that…”
“After that…” I echoed.
“After that, hell yes, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to make you take my cock like you took his. Make you beg for it until we’re both shaking and raw.”
Then with one last light kiss on my lips, he climbed out of the car and shut the door.
Seven
My girl showed up with puffy lips and bright eyes, and I knew we wouldn’t be taking as long to get the party started this weekend as we had last.
“Hey babe.” I gave her a quick kiss, tasting the mint and cherry lip gloss that clung to her mouth, and tugged her inside.
I held out my other hand to Emerson for a fist bump.
“Hope you guys are hungry.” I closed the door and gestured into the living room. I’d made some progress over the past week. Not as much as I would’ve liked, but at least the flat screen had been mounted and I’d added a couple of club chairs. My built-ins would still be a bit longer. “I ordered pizza and—”
“No more beer,” Emerson in