“Uh huh.”I hate myself. Speak actual words.“They’re nice.”Wrong words.
He opened his mouth, then seemed to change his mind and grinned. “Were you going to see Barber? He wasn’t home yet when I left for my run, but he might be by now.” The smile that could make anyone swoon was back in full force.
“No, I was on my way to see you.”
“Really?” His eyes gleamed with curiosity as he tilted his head. “How come?”
The word vomit was on the tip of my tongue when I choked on it. If I told him about Ren being a terrible jerk, he would want to know what had happened. And how I knew about him. Anyone would, right?
He’d want to know how I’d met him.
How would I explain any of that? Plus, I wasn’t exactly innocent in this situation. What if I told KC what Ren had done, but Ren told KC whatIhad done? The bet I’d made? What if Ren convinced KCIwas the bad guy?
My heart pounded so hard I could almost taste it.
“Ummm. My car! It—There was this sound? And a clunk? And a shimmy. You work on cars, right?” I said in a rush, wishing I could find a nice ditch alongside the road and die in it. Why hadn’t I thought out any of this stupid shit before I raced here to see KC?
I had no idea what I’d thought I was going to do, but this wasn’t it.
“A shimmy?” He frowned at my car like it had sworn at him. “That could be a lot of things and none of them are good or safe. Why don’t we take your car to my house? I’ll drive you home, and if I can’t sweet talk the car to the garage where I work, I’ll get the guys to tow it there for free. Save you some cash.”
His smile really was something when he was flashing it, and I honestly wanted to melt into a happy puddle.
“Uh, uh huh. Okay.” I massaged the back of my neck.
“Let me drive?” He raised one of those solid shoulders. Fuck, perhaps if I did swoon, he’d let me rest my head on it.
“Sure.”
He stood and opened the car door for me, and I stumbled around to the other side. My face became a guilty sun as the drying cum in my boxers tugged on my pubic hair. Yet, gross as it was, there was something sexy about being near him after I’d come, the evidence still plastered to my body. I squirmed in the passenger side of my own car like some sort of criminal.
KC laughed as he adjusted the seat before he could even sit down. “You’re a little shorter than me.”
“I don’t mind. I mean, yeah.”I don’t mind? He’s going to think I have the IQ of a turnip.
He laughed and his eyebrows flew up as he got settled and buckled. “Okay, let’s see what she does for me.” His big hands were confident as he maneuvered the wheel.
Sweat broke out on my body. Perhaps Icouldimagine him holding me down.
I draped my hands over my lap. For the love of fuck, I had to stop thinking thoughts.
KC drove carefully toward his house, and I bit the inside of my cheek as my Subaru proceeded to function perfectly. She could’ve at least been on my side and given up a sputter or two, but since I didn’t actually have the cash to fix a major problem, it was probably for the best that she made me look like a liar. I was one, after all.
“I can’t believe it didn’t do anything!” My nervous laughter had me wincing internally as he pulled my car into his driveway.
“It could be a speed thing. It’s okay. I’ll take it out and put it through its paces. Me and Scar will figure it out.” He rested a hand on my shoulder and gave it a friendly squeeze that had heat rushing to the tips of my ears and left me tongue-tied.
“Mm. Uh, th-thanks.”
“Sure! Let me grab my keys, and I’ll give you a ride home.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that.” I flailed in his direction, and he caught my hand. I almost swallowed my tongue when he rubbed his thumb along my knuckles, obviously trying to calm me down.
“It’s no problem. Really.” With a last, comforting grin, he hopped out of my car and left me staring at his perfect ass bouncing in his shiny blue running shorts.
My dick twitched, and I winced at the sensation of flaking cum in my boxers. I wasn’t sure when or how, but I was going to fucking murder Ren.
Slowly.
