He tilts his head toward me slightly and then crouches to slide under the car. On the way down he gripes, “By the way, it’s eat a Snickers bar, not a banana.”
“Ugh, did you just correct me?”
“Well, the commercial isn’t about bananas.” He calls from the ground.
“Un-freaking-believable! You just can’t help yourself from correcting me and being in control, can you?”
He rolls out, opening the trunk to snoop around there next. “Oh, I’m the difficult one?”
“Yes, you are. I do not remember this much stress in my life before you showed up.”
He pokes his head out, meeting my stare. “All this over a banana?”
“Holy shit,” I hiss and stomp away.
I go straight to one of the concession stands. They’re all locked up, but the benefits of owning the place is I have a key to everything. I grab a king-sized Snickers bar and also a banana from the walk-in cooler. I knew we’d have them because one thing we offer is banana splits with hand scooped ice cream. Surprisingly they’re one of the concessions top sellers.
I’m still stomping around when I make my way back down the stairs to the center and find Mercenary leaning up against my car. He’s propped against the shiny paint all nonchalant, arms crossed over his chest, muscles bulging while wearing a cocky smirk. He looks every ounce of a badass, and so help me God, do I want to jump his bones.
“All done. Your car’s safe for you to drive in circles now.” He winks, and I toss the candy and fruit in his direction. Surprisingly he has reflexes like a cat and snatches them in midair.
“Two hands?” I gape.
“I’m ambidextrous,” he shrugs and opens his fingers to see what I threw.
“You went to get me one of each?” His wide eyes meet mine.
I nod, biting the inside of my cheek.
He drops them to the ground and with a few powerful strides, stops in front of me. I’m about to rip into him for being ungrateful when his hands cup my cheeks and his lips meet mine. My world seems to stop as his mouth roots me in place. My mind and body fight each other, one tells me to fuck him while the other screams for me to thrash against him. What is it with this man that has me teetering on the edge of control?
He coaxes my mouth open, parting my lips to dip inside with his tongue. It twists with mine, caressing me, forcing my resolve to weaken. We fight each other for control, teeth clashing, and tongues sparring to gain control. I feel like I’m falling, but it’s only Mercenary pushing me to the ground. His heat encompasses around me, warming like an electric blanket. His knee parts my thighs, wedging his way where I’ve craved him to be since I first laid eyes on him.
Rocking my hips, I flip him to the side, climbing over to straddle his groin without breaking our kiss. His hands land on my upper thighs, pulling me to him and grinding into my core. Groans escape from both of us at the delicious friction, and our kiss takes a turn to become more dirty than angry.
The craving to have this man underneath me, naked, while I bounce on his cock has my skin breaking out in cold chills like an icy wind just came out of nowhere. My nipples grow hard under my tank top, and a whimper breaks free as our tongues tangle with each other. I want to tie him up and fuck him until his dick no longer stands up.
“Uh, Chevy?” Ace’s curious voice in the distance breaks through my Mercenary induced foggy brain.
He continues yammering on. “Sorry to uh, bother you guys, but the truck’s here and the driver needs you to sign before he can start unloading.”
“Shit,” leaves me in a breathy huff as I pull back. My lustful gaze locking on Mercenary’s lowered lashes as he stares back, lazily, irises portraying he wants to fuck me just as badly.
“I love Snickers,” he rumbles after a second of our trance, and I smirk.
“Good, cupcake, eat up.” With that, I stand and follow Ace toward the loading bay.