The prospect, Specs, was standing next to his bike. “Ranger?” he frowned. “I?—”
“Leave,” Ranger snapped.
Specs’ eyes bounced between Toni and Ranger like he was at a tennis match. “I can’t. I’m sorry. If it was anyone else but Ghost who?—”
Ranger let out a small growl. Not letting go of her hand, he reached into his jeans pocket for his phone. Hitting a few buttons, Ranger put the phone to his ear and waited a second. “I have her,” he snapped into the phone without a greeting.
Then he pulled the phone away from his ear in time for Specs and Toni to hear Ghost say, “Specs, you can go.”
Without saying another word, Ranger hung up the call and pocketed his phone again. He stared the prospect down until the man hastily grabbed his helmet, got on his bike, and sped away.
While Toni did not mind losing her babysitter, she didn’t fully understand it, or what was going on in general. Ranger seemed angry, but not at her. Maybe for her? But despite the firm grip he had on her hand, his hold was gentle. He kept rubbing his callused thumb over the inside of her wrist, sending shivers up and down her arm.
Toni’s attention was caught by the taillights of Specs’ bike, and was completely taken off guard when Ranger pinned her up against the side of Sophia’s car. In a flash, his mouth was over hers, hungry, hot, demanding. Toni didn’t fight it, had no desire to ever stop kissing this man. His hard body caged her, surrounded her, and Toni forgot everything. Where they were, why they were there, and most importantly, that they were once again in a public place where anyone could see them. She’dneverconsidered herself an exhibitionist, and it wasn’t that she did now. It was more like Ranger had the ability to make her forget everything but him. There was no outside world, no prying eyes.
When he kissed her, it was just him and her.
Never in her life had she ever felt this way. She hadn’t even known it was possible outside of her romance novels. They kissed like starved lovers, pleasure and arousal coursing their way through her. She was a pot about to boil, and there was no stopping it.
Suddenly, Ranger pulled away from her. Toni let out the most pitiful sound she’d ever heard herself make in her life. “Unlock the car door, Antonia,” he ordered through gritted teeth, “or I’m going to owe Sophia a new window.”
Toni scrambled for her purse, having not even been aware it had fallen to the ground at their feet. Her fingers felt stiff and clumsy as she fought with the zipper. Why wouldn’t it just fuckingopen? She nearly dropped the keys once she finally got her hand on the key fob, but thankfully, she was able to catch them.
The lights hadn’t even finished flashing before Ranger had the back door open and was guiding Toni inside. She slid across the bench seat on her butt, but she’dnevermade out with anyone inside a car before. Was she supposed to go all the way over? Was she supposed to get on top of him? Was he getting on top of her? What were the possible positions in a small car like this? Was she even wearing sexy underwear?
But then her back hit the hard plastic of a child’s car seat, and she realized they didn’t even have the full bench seat available to them. Ranger didn’t seem to mind as he squeezed himself into the small area, closing the door behind himself. Toni was only pinned for a moment before he had her around her waist and was positioning her over his lap.
“Never knew skirts and sneakers could be so fucking sexy,” Ranger muttered as her knees touched the seat on either side of his legs. “This is going to be rough and fast. Are you good with that, Antonia?”
Fuck. There was that consent kink of hers again. Why was it so fucking hot that he checked in with her? In theory, it should have been hotter for him to just do what he wanted, take total control of her body, but nope. She was on fire just from him verifying that she was on theexactsame page as him.
She nodded frantically. “I don’t know what’s happening right now or what mood you’re in, but I want this. I want you, Ranger.”
Toni had always hated her full name. Antonia Anderson. It wasn’t as bad as some of the similar first and last names she’dheard over the years, but it was close enough to irk her when she heard it. She’d gone by ‘Toni’ since grade school, though some thought she did it so she could have a masculine name in a predominantly masculine field. But hearing Ranger say her full name in that deep, sexy, husky way he did? Jesus Christ! She was pretty sure she could cum just from hearing him whisper her own fucking name into her ear.
Toni lowered her hands to his belt, needing to speed this along. But Ranger took hold of her wrists. He placed one hand on the tinted window to her right and her other hand on the back rest above his shoulder. Once again, completely stopping her from touching him.
“What’s happening, Antonia, is you look fucking hot and I just found out my club trusts me. Specs was here for you, not me. So I’m going to fuck you in the back of this borrowed car before we have what I have a feeling is going to be a very heavy conversation.”
Toni stared down at him, the street lamp the car was under casting shadows across his face. “Sounds like an excellent plan.”
* * *
Toni and her fucking skirts.As a general rule, Ranger didn’t give a fuck what a woman wore, be it baggy lounge attire or a sexy, low cut outfit. But damn. First that little black dress she wore last night and now this knee-length gray skirt with a flare? Yeah. Ranger was definitely becoming pro-skirt on Toni. Not to mention the easy access. On the back of his bike, absolutely, she was wearing proper protective gear. Any other time? If he had his way, she’d be in a skirt.
How had he survived without this woman in his life? They’d only known each other a day—and a day mostly spent apart at that. Yet he felt more connected to Toni than he did any otherwoman he’d ever dated or known platonically. It was hard not to play the what-if game around her, since she’d been on the club’s radar for at least four years. But even thinking about that now tainted the moment, and Ranger wanted all attention on this incredible woman overtop of him.
Sliding his hands up the bare skin of her thighs, Ranger slid under her skirt to her panties, and let out a low moan at what he discovered. “You’re soaked.”
She nodded, her eyes glossy in the nightlight. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life. This is the hottest, craziest thing I’ve ever done.”
“Crazier than sex with a stranger against a tow truck?” Ranger inquired, raising an eyebrow. He worked his hand into her panties, circling his thumb around her clit.
Toni closed her eyes, keeping her hands exactly where he placed them as she rocked her hips against his hand. “Well, maybe not that,” she breathed out on a laugh. “But this definitely takes second place. This isSophia’scar!”
Ranger chuckled. “And if you knew Sophia like I did, then you’d know how disappointed she would be if we had the opportunity to fuck in her cage anddidn’t.”
“Oh, God,” she moaned, though Ranger wasn’t sure if it was brought on by his hands or his words. “Please don’t tell her we’re doing this. I’ll be mortified.”
