She turns, gazing at her classic beasts all parked in a row. They’re nice and shiny from the fresh washes she’s given them the past two days. “I’m going with the Chevelle.”
I grunt.
“Not because of why you’d think.” She backtracks, and I stride toward the vehicle in question.
“Then why?”
She follows. “Not because it’s my name, either. Although that’s one of the reasons, it’s always been my favorite.”
“You’re such a girl,” I mutter, and she laughs.
“Not because she’s the fastest...” She trails off, and I spin around, pulling her into me.
“So, tell me why.”
“Because of the hood.” Her face flushes and my gaze flicks to the hood. I was so far gone with her that night, furious at her for racing and also the guy hitting her and then burying my cock in her for the first time. The car escaped my mind.
“This is the car?” I stare at her, catching the way her breathing comes in little pants, her flushed skin and how her breasts suddenly seem too heavy for the bra she has on.
She rolls her eyes and copies me. “You’re such a man.”
With a cocky smirk, I yank her into my body, my cock ready for action. “A fact you can’t deny.” I take her mouth with mine again, this time turning her and laying her on the hood as my tongue makes love to hers. Her stomach grumbling breaks the spell, and I pull away, leaving her breathless.
“You’re hungry babe, and I’m going to drive your favorite car.”
“We’re not taking the bike?” she asks after gazing at me for a few beats.
“No, you’ve been a good sport about riding it all week; we can take this pretty lady.” I stroke the smooth, buffed paint. She no doubt waxed it this morning when I took off. It doesn’t have any small flecks of dust like the others.
“I’ll drive.”
“Nope.”
You know that saying you catch more bees with honey? The alpha in me hasn’t quite figured that out yet, and I still find myself arguing and barking orders like she’s a submissive.
“It’s my car,” she hisses.
Swallowing my pride to get her to let me drive so I can surprise her by going to The Pit, I momentarily tuck away the bossy attitude. “Please, sweetie? I haven’t driven this one yet.” I trail my fingers along the column of her neck, attempting to distract her from kicking my ass. I need to learn to just open up with words like this rather than demands. But she likes my bossiness in some shit, I can tell.
“Ugh,” she groans. “Fine. But once you drive her, that’s it. You’re not keeping her, and I drive after that.”
I chuckle. “Sure slugger. If that’s what it takes right now to get you to give up the keys, I’ll agree. Not saying I’ll agree in the future, but one day at a time.”
She rolls her eyes, her lips breaking out into an amused grin. “So charming.” She tosses me her keys. It’s a plain silver ring with a key for each vehicle.
“Hey,” I point in her direction, rounding the car to the driver side. “You’re welcome,” I reply sarcastically with a pleased smirk.
“Oh lord,” she sighs and climbs in to the passenger seat.
“That’s what you were calling me earlier.” I snicker with a wink and crank the engine.