“Better to find out now than after I wasted anymore of my life on him,” I say. He narrows his eyes and cocks his head to the side as he studies me. Fuck, I hate it when he does that… but I also kind of like it. I squirm in my seat, uncomfortable with his scrutiny but he doesn’t seem to care as he continues watching me. Finally, I slap my hand down on the table and sigh. “What?”
He shakes his head. “I was just trying to decide if you really meant all that or if you were just putting on a brave face.”
“How about both?”
“Fair enough,” he answers with a nod. Grabbing my mug of coffee, I take a sip and do the same to him, studying him closely as he arches a brow and fights back a smile. “What?”
“Oh, now I’m just waiting for you to tell me something about you.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “That’s not going to happen.”
“Why not?”
“This is supposed to be casual, remember?” he asks, motioning between the two of us and I roll my eyes.
“So? Does that mean that all I get to know about you is your name? Besides, you only told me that so I could scream it later.”
He grins. “And what a glorious sound it was.”
“Shut the fuck up.” I laugh, grabbing a jelly packet and lobbing it across the table at him. He catches it and grins as he drops it on the table next to him. “Just tell me something… anything. Fuck, I don’t even know how old you are.”
“Twenty-eight.”
I clamp my hand over my heart with a dramatic gasp. “Oh my god, you’re so old! See, this is something I should have been made aware of before I slept with you.”
“Watch it.”
Arching a brow, I meet his stare. “Or what?”
“Princess, if you think for one second that I give a shit about the other people in this diner,” he says, his voice low and full of a growl that makes goose bumps creep along my flesh. “You’ve got another thing coming.”
“Oh, yeah, what will you do?”
“Push me and find out,” he answers and I watch him for a second before smiling sweetly. My heart thunders in my chest and my belly flips with excitement because a part of me is scared but more than anything I want to find out what he’ll do. Leaning forward, I level a glare at him.
“Do you honestly think I’m going to be scared of someone so… geriatric?”
His green eyes flare with heat and my belly flips again as my pussy clenches with need. With a casual smile that betrays the intense look he’s firing in my direction, he stands up and pulls his wallet out of his back pocket. Taking one last sip of my coffee, I stand up, every cell in my body humming as I struggle to catch my breath.
Shit.
The anticipation is killing me.
He tosses a few twenties down on the table before slipping his wallet back in his pocket and stepping back so I can start walking toward the door. I shoot him a confused look as my thoughts screech to a halt and my heart sinks. Goddamn it, I was really looking forward to…
I let out a squeal as he scoops me up and throws me over his shoulder before casually strolling out of the diner with every other customer staring at is. My cheeks heat and I cover my face as a giggle bubbles out of my lips. God, I don’t even care that he embarrassed me in front of all these people because between last night and this morning, I’ve thought about my mom and Ash a total of two times instead of the constant mental anguish that I was going through before and it feels so good to laugh again. And it feels even better that it’s genuine. Around Travis, I’m not forcing smiles to my face or laughing because I know that’s the appropriate reaction and it just reaffirms again that moving here was the right choice for me. Plus, this is only day two and despite the threat to the club and the danger we’re all in right now, I’m really looking forward to finding out what else Baton Rouge has in store for me.
Chapter Eight
Travis
I pull the Impala into the clubhouse parking lot, thanking God that it seems quiet as I glance over at Rowan in the passenger seat and slip into the last space in the lot, the one furthest away from the clubhouse door. My mind has been running crazy on me since I hauled Rowan out of the diner over my shoulder and the quick kiss she pressed against my lips once I set her down next to the car only made me want more. If it hadn’t been for the little old lady giving us some serious side-eye as she climbed out of her car, I might have just pressed her up against the Impala and fulfilled my need right there but instead, I held her door open for her and tried to come up with anything to calm myself down. It didn’t work. Since we got in the car, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about all the things I want to do to her and the idea I had this morning about locking us both in my room for a week is becoming more and more appealing. Just the thought makes my cock ache and I shake my head. She’s fucking addicting and like any good addict, I need my next fix. Throwing the car in park, I turn it off and turn to her as she pulls my hoodie over her head. Her tits come into view, pressing against her thin t-shirt and I have to bite back a groan. Once it’s off, she balls it up and hands it to me with a smile on her face. I take it from her and toss it in the back seat as my gaze falls to her lips, remembering how fucking perfect they looked wrapped around my cock last night.
I need her again.
Before I can even think about what I’m doing, I reach across the car and grab her, pulling her into my lap as she lets out a squeal of surprise but she doesn’t fight me. Giggling, she straddles my lap in the cramped space as her skirt rides up around her waist and our eyes meet. Her breath hitches and in an instant, we collide. Neither one of us made the first move but it was more like we were pulled together by an unstoppable force, like there was no other option. We’re almost feral as we go at it like animals, all rough, desperate touches, and the sound of our heavy breaths filling the car. Her lips sear themselves into my memory and I groan as her tongue darts out to tease mine as she grinds down on my lap.
Fuck. Yes.
“We should stop,” she whispers in between frantic kisses as her hands creep up under my shirt and I nod as I grip the back of her neck to pull her closer.
“Mm-hmm.” Yeah, we should definitely stop this… just as soon as I get my fill… or hell freezes over. Whatever happens first.
Reaching down between the door and my seat, I find the recline lever and pull it, sending us backward but it barely even slows us down as she slowly rocks her hips against mine and sinks her teeth into my bottom lip. My cock swells, pressing against my jeans and I groan loudly as I fight the urge to flip us over and fuck her like my life depends on it. Instead, I grab a chunk of her hair and pull it, forcing her head back as I leave a trail of kisses down her neck. She arches her back, pushing her chest out as her nipples press into the fabric of her t-shirt and my cock jerks, desperate to get inside her again.
“My brother could come out here,” she says, panting for air as her hips continue moving on top of me, making me hard as a goddamn rock, and I’m not sure who exactly she is trying to convince - me or her. Either way, it’s not working. I glance down and have to fight off another groan when I see the white lacy panties covering her perfect little pussy and an image of pulling them to the side and slipping inside her fills my mind.