I wait until I’m inside to text Kay.
Brendon: I’ll be done at noon. I’ll meet you at home.
Kaylee: You think I wait around for you all day?
Brendon: I think you read, study, or watch TV when Emma is at work.
Kaylee: Maybe.
Brendon: Aren’t you writing a novel?
Kaylee: Yeah, but not right now. It’s the weekend. I need a little incentive if you want me at your beck and call.
Brendon: Trust me. You want to meet me at noon.
Kaylee: For…?
Brendon: For a surprise.
Kaylee: Which is?
Brendon: I’ll see you at noon.
Kaylee: Maybe. Or maybe I’ll be out.
Brendon: You won’t.
Kaylee: How do you know?
Brendon: You can’t come on my cock if I’m not there.
Kaylee taps her fingers against the dash. “You really aren’t going to tell me?”
“You struggle with the concept of surprise,” I tease.
“No. I just like knowing.” She grabs the aux cable and plugs it into her phone. A moment later S&M is pouring from the speakers. She looks to me with a coy smile. “Who are you imagining?”
I arch a brow.
“Me or Dean.”
“You.” I leave one hand on the wheel and place the other on her leg. I rub her soft skin with my finger.
It makes her shudder.
Fuck, the moan that falls off her lips is distracting.
All that heavy shit is still in the air. We’ll have to ride through the storm soon. But not yet. She’s facing reality as soon as she gets off that plane.
I want to make the next two weeks—well, nearly two weeks—as blissful as possible.
Rhianna purrs about her love of whips and chains.
I slide my hand under Kaylee’s dress. Higher and higher, until my thumb is brushing the edges of her panties.
Her fingers dig into the seat. “You’re a tease.”
“You just figuring that out?”
She shakes her head. “It’s more obvious some times than others.”
I can’t help but smile. She does that to me. She makes me stupid happy.
I turn my attention back, but I keep my hand on her thigh, my thumb tracing the edge of her panties.
Marvin Gaye serenades us.
I turn on Santa Monica Boulevard.
Then into the little strip mall on the right and grab the first spot I find.
Kaylee looks around carefully. First, the donut shop. Then the juice place. Then our destination. Then the liquor store. “I don’t really like donuts.”
“Guess again.”
She motions to the juice place. “Lunch.”
“No.”
Her eyes go to our destination. A Perfect Romance. “Brendon Kane. You… you’re not…”
“I am.”
I pull my hand away.
Her sigh is heavy. Needy. “You… you’re… why…”
I undo my seatbelt and step out of the car. Fuck, there are a million reasons why. “Because I want to be sure you’re thinking of me every fucking night.”
She gets out of the car and presses the door shut. Her eyes find mine. They’re still dumbfounded.
“You don’t have a vibrator.”
Her cheeks flush. “People can hear you.”
I hit the lock and slide my keys into my pocket. “People should hear me.” I slide my arm around her waist. “People should know how much I love it when you come.”
Her blush deepens. “You… you do this on purpose.”
“Maybe.”
“Yeah. You do.” She rests her head on my shoulder. “I’m not sure why I talk to you.”
“You want people knowing.”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I… aren’t you supposed to do this somewhere dark and quiet? Or online? It’s the twenty-first century.”
I lead her toward the store, pull the door open for her. “I want it now.” I lean in to whisper in her ear. “I want to go straight home and use whatever we buy to make you come until you pass out.”
“Oh.” Her blush spreads to her chest. Her teeth sink into her lower lip. “I guess that’s acceptable.”
“Just acceptable?”
She nods. “Don’t push your luck.”
“My luck?”
“Yeah. Your luck.” Her eyes go wide as she takes in the store. She presses her lips together. “I… I’m on birth control. If you… if you’re sure you’re clean.”
“I got tested last month.” A few days before her birthday. Three months earlier than scheduled. Yeah, I knew exactly what I was doing. And it was fucked. But at least I’m safe. “There hasn’t been anyone for a long time.”
“I want to try it without a condom. If you do.” She looks up at me. “Do you?”
My cock threatens to take over. “Yeah.” Why are we here? I could be fucking her in the backseat. I could feel every inch of her flesh against mine.
“Oh. Good.”
“Fucking great.”
“Fucking great.” She moves to the racks of lingerie in front. Flips through a set of animal print thongs. “Why is cheetah print sexy?” Her voice is nervous. But it’s plenty loud.
We are the only people in here, besides the salesgirl.
But still…
Her confidence fills me with a pride that goes all the way to my bones.
“Brendon?” She holds up a cheetah print thong. “Can you explain it to me?”
“It’s a thong.”
She laughs. “I get that part. But the animal print?”