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“Get dressed. I’ll be downstairs. You have five minutes or I’m coming back.” As hard as it is, I take a step away from her, adjust my cock, and open the door. As I close it behind me, I hear her sigh and it sounds like she says‘wow’. I wait on the bottom step, watching the minutes tick away on my phone. In four she appears in the same white tank top, but instead of shorts, there’s a long skirt and sandals. A fucking skirt. Like I’m going to be able to keep my hands from wandering under it.
“Is this okay? You didn’t tell me where we’re going.” Joslyn holds her hands out and spins.
“You look amazing.” That shirt clings to her tits and every curve. I tip my head for her to come to me. She hurries down the stairs and I slip my arm around her waist. She runs her hand up my bicep. “Know that my hands are going to be under that skirt all fucking night.” I rumble the words in her ear and she sucks in a sharp breath. “As long as you’re okay with that, we can go.” I look into those chocolate eyes when I say it.
“Let’s go.” Her voice is thick when she answers and I get that sexy little smirk. I pull back the curtain and take her soft hand in my rough one, pulling her through the dark store to the front. Mrs. Wilson is nowhere to be seen. We push through the front door, Joslyn locks it behind us and hesitates to pull her phone out. Her thumbs move across it then she tucks it away. I lead her to the convertible, open the door, and ease her in. I jog around to my side and get in. I start the car and look at her as it purrs to life. Joslyn runs her hands over the dash and the seats. It’s a sexy car and she knows it. I slide my hand around her waist and slide her across the bench seat to sit next to me. I slide the long skirt up to expose her knee, rest my hand on the bare skin there, and pull out of the lot. I know exactly what we’re doing tonight and I won't be taking her back home when we’re done.
Chapter Five
Joslyn
I'm very aware that I’ve lost my damn mind. I’m in a car with a man I don’t know, letting him take me to an undisclosed location, and instead of being wary, I’m excited. Since I moved here three years ago, I’ve not been on one date, I haven’t even made friends. But this feels right, and I’m going with my gut. Or maybe I’m letting my vagina take the lead because Dax is sending tingles all over. The command, the cocky attitude, all of it is definitely working for me. I let my reasonable side take the night off and put my impulsive side in charge again. So far, the impulsive side kissed Dax back like I needed him to survive, got in his sexy car, and is letting him take me wherever he wants.
I’m glad I pulled my hair up, otherwise my curls would be a mess. It’s dark and the wind cutting through the convertible is chilly, so I wrap my arms around Dax’s incredible bicep and snuggle into him. We can’t talk over the roar of the wind and the car, so I rest my head on his arm, his hand on my bare knee, and enjoy the drive. I’m pretty sure he’s actually a caveman one step from knocking me out and dragging me back to his cave, but honestly, I’d let him. Who am I to tell the sexiest man I’ve ever seen no? I tried, twice, and it got me here, so maybe it’s time to stop fighting it and let him have his way.
I glance over at him, one hand on the wheel, the other on my leg. The corded muscles of his forearms lead up to those amazing biceps, and into wide, powerful shoulders. His thick legs are covered in worn jeans, and with the wind pressing his black shirt into his skin, I can see the defined ridges of muscle underneath. I swear to god there’s at least a six pack there. I’ve also gotten a feel of everything else he’s carrying twice now and…wow.
I stop ogling his body when the car slows near downtown and turns onto the main road. Dax finds a meter and parks. “Wait here.” With a kiss to my temple, he jogs into the building and leaves me sitting in the running car. Without his warmth, goosebumps rise along my skin and I turn to search for a jacket. In the back I find a flannel shirt and put my arms through it. His scent envelops me and suddenly, I’m completely calm. For a second at least.
“Hey.” There’s a man leaning against the meter we’re parked at. “Nice car. Is it yours?” I pull Dax’s flannel tighter around me, not answering him. “Too good to talk to me, princess?” He takes a step closer to the car and my heart jumps into my throat. I glance at the door Dax is supposed to be stepping out of, but he’s nowhere to be seen. Of course. He’s up my ass for twenty-four hours, but when I could use him to run off this asshole, he’s vanished. The guy gets close enough to touch the car and I glare at him.
“It’s not nice to touch things that aren’t yours,” I snap at him.
“Oh so you can talk. What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone?” He puts a hand on my door.
“Doing my best to avoid creepers like you. I guess I failed.” I smile and bat my lashes.
“Creeper? Nah. Just saw an opportunity and went for it. You have a name, princess?” He winks at me and my stomach churns. My pulse is racing and now I’m nauseated. This isn’t going well.
“No.” I want to turn away from him, yell for help, something, but there aren’t any people close enough, and under the streetlight, I feel alone with this guy.
“Damn. Can’t catch a break, can I? I’m Cayden. See, it’s not hard. And you are?” He leans on the door, arms crossed, a determined look in his eye. I slide into the driver’s seat, fingers itching to put the car in drive and watch him fall when it's not there to support his weight. “Fine bitch.” He pushes off the car. “You’re not that hot anyway.” He glares at me and turns straight into Dax. Dax has a wicked grin on his face, and I can finally breathe again. Yes, Cayden was leaving, and no, I don’t need to be saved, but it’s nice occasionally. Cayden is about three inches shorter and half as wide as Dax.
Dax settles the two large brown bags into the back seat. “Hey, baby, who’s your friend?” He holds out his hand to shake Cayden’s. “I’m the boyfriend, and you are?” Cayden doesn’t shake Dax’s hand. Instead he tries to sidestep out of the way. “Damn, no need to be rude. You can talk to my woman, but not me? I’m hurt.” The cocky smirk never leaves Dax’s face as he lets Cayden walk around him and down the street. I turn all the way around and watch him disappear around a corner. “You okay?” He walks around and opens the driver’s side door. I slide back to my seat. He gets in, and pulls onto the street. I don’t answer, I relax the further we get from town and Dax seems satisfied to drive with his hand resting back on my knee.
Twenty minutes later, we pull down a familiar drive, but instead of going left at the sign to the garage, we turn right and follow a curve to a house. In the porch lights and headlights, I see another car and a truck parked in front of the pale-yellow house. It looks like a fairy tale farmhouse. White shutters and a white door accent the yellow. A porch wraps all the way around and sheer curtains hang in the upstairs windows. Neat hedges and tulips line the porch and the three steps leading to the door. He turns the car off, and the silence is deafening until I start to pick up the croaks of frogs and chirps of crickets. It’s so still and peaceful. Dax leans back to grab the bags, tips his head, and gets out of the car. I follow, sliding across the bench to get out on his side and closing the door behind us. I expect him to lead me up the porch and inside, but instead he turns on his phone flashlight and illuminates a path around the house to the back. I follow him, looking out into the woods around us until the paved path opens onto a concrete patio. There’s a stone firepit in the center and it leads to a line of river rocks. As his flashlight swings over the river rocks, I realize it’s a pond complete with koi fish.
“This is so pretty.” I turn in a circle and see the wooden swing near the pond.
“Thanks.” Dax has a sweet smile on his face that makes me melt in a completely different way than his cocky smirk. He leaves me by the fire pit to open a bench on the side of the house and pulls out a stack of blankets. I watch him spread them out, piling them up to cushion us on the concrete. He nods for me to sit and I do, shifting so I can stretch out in my skirt. I try to peek in the bags, but Dax moves them so I can’t reach and starts building a stack of kindling in the fire pit. A few minutes later, the wood is crackling and a small fire warms me enough to take off his flannel. Dax settles behind me, scooting forward so my back is to his front with his legs on either side of me, his arms go around my middle, and his lips hit my neck.
“Sorry I took so long getting food.” His breath on my neck makes me break out in goosebumps. I hum an answer. “How long was that guy bothering you?” I shrug. “I wanted to hit him, but an assault charge wouldn’t have been a good first date.” His hands toy with the hem of my shirt, calloused fingers brushing my stomach, his lips on my neck, and I’m in sensory overload. I can barely concentrate on his words. “I can’t say I blame him for trying, you’re hard to resist.” Dax stops playing with my shirt and starts easing my skirt up higher.
“Dax.” My voice is breathy.
“Yeah, baby?” He doesn’t stop gathering my skirt in his hands, exposing more and more of my legs, licking and nibbling the sensitive skin under my ear.
“What are you doing?” Apparently my brain cells get together enough to make a whole question.
“I warned you that my hands were going to be up this skirt all night. I told you to change if you weren’t okay with that. I’ve been on my best behavior, but now we’re alone, and I always make good on my promises.” The heat from the fire warms my bare legs and his voice in my ear warms me everywhere else. His rough hands knead my thighs, sending electricity up and over my entire body. “Now,” Dax nibbles my ear and I gasp. “I’m gonna move these panties out of the way and I’m gonna make you forget everything but my name. Okay?” I nod. “I need you to say it.” His teeth graze my neck as his thumbs make circles on my thighs.
“Touch me.” The words are raspy, desperate. I’ve read about plenty of dirty talk and never really understood the appeal, but now that Dax is pressed against me, telling me about all the naughty things he’s going to do, I totally get the appeal.
He works his hands higher and I bend my knee, giving him better access. He growls in my ear and I feel it rumble in my back. With one hand pressed firmly against my thigh, the other rubs along the edge of my panties. My breathing picks up, my heart hammers in my chest, and I can feel how wet I am. I’m so turned on that I can’t even be embarrassed. “Ask me nicely.”
“Please.”
Chapter Six
