Ro’s smile is slow to form but oh so wicked. “Well, then, I would just have to punish you, wouldn’t I?”
I lick my lips. “Punish me how?”
“You’ll have to find out.”
Does he mean he’ll spank me? I don’t know if I want that, but honestly, with Rob, I’m willing to try just about anything.
“We can try that,” I whisper.
He laughs sensually. “I love that you’re already practicing.”
The kiss he gives me is anything but decent for a public parking lot, and it's not as I the lot is empty. Other late-night moviegoers are walking inside, and I'm sure they're enjoying the early show, but when Rob's hand moves down my back to grab my ass, I draw back, my hands on his chest.
“You need to behave,” I scold.
Rob winks at me. “What’s the fun in that?”
“The real fun is going to start at your place, remember?”
“Let’s go.”
He unlocks the car, opens my door, hurries me inside, and slams the door shut before running around the car to get to his side. In no time at all, he’s racing down the street.
“You’re going to get a ticket,” I scold him. “Do you really want to be pulled over and have to deal with a delay?”
He grunts, but he does slow down a little bit.
I stifle a giggle. When he's like this, I want the night to never end. It seems so perfect.
And that’s the issue.
Seems.
Not that it is perfect, but itseemsperfect.
There’s something missing, and I don’t know what it is. Trust? Is it because I’m keeping a secret that I don’t trust him with that is creating a barrier between us? Something that prevents us from taking the next step in our relationship? Not that we should be hurrying along and getting engaged or any of that shit. Fuck, I don’t even know if I want to get married one day.
Not if the marriage is going to be anything like what my mom and father shared.
Not if there’s going to be abuse.
Not if the husband has a terrible job that is going to endanger his family, and he becomes a stranger that the wife and kids don't recognize anymore.
Someone to fear.
Someone to hate.
Yes, I hate my father. I feel like I don’t know who he is anymore, but I don’t want to get to know him.
I want nothing to do with him.
He picked his path, and he wants to be the head of a motorcycle club that is a front for the mob. He picked that over his family, and now, he’s been trying to hunt down Mom. I managed to convince her to go to Europe to try to make a new life for herself there, figuring Father would never track her down.
I was wrong.
But at least I know Mom will be safe. I hired her a bodyguard named Declan Fergus. She won't have to worry about Father because Declan will handle things and keep her hidden away.
Although hiding isn’t much of a life now, is it?