Page 73 of Good Girls Beg

Yeah, I was getting that vibe too. She didn’t want to be here with me, but the heat wasn’t only from the enclosed metal around us.

"I stand corrected. There are two things in here to eat. One for you and one for me." Now I was getting hard, imagining her mouth around my cock.

"I have a bag of M&Ms," she said in a rush. "I keep them in case of emergencies."

"I think this qualifies as an emergency." I nodded and took her in as she sat on the other side of my car. Her hair was damp from the run through the driving rain, but she must have shielded her face with her hand. It looked dry. Except her lips, which looked plush and inviting.

"The only thing is…" She winced.

"Let me guess, you left them in your car." I jerked my head toward it.

"I… Yes." She was adorable when color crept up her cheeks.

"Then one of us is going to have to go get them," I said. I lowered my hands from behind my head and held one out to her. "Rock, paper, scissors. Best of three."

"I was the one who left them there," she pointed out. She seemed less and less eager to leave. It seemed she preferred my company to the lightning. Me too. I mean, I preferred hers as well. Not that I didn't love my own company, but if I was going to be stuck in a car at the side of the road, I'd rather have her with me.

"You're not even tempted to see if you'll win?" I asked. "What if you do? What if I'm the one who has to go out in the storm and get them?"

The problem with this woman, I decided, was that she spent too much time thinking about other people. She should be telling me to go and get them. Hel and Oak would have. I would have told them both to fuck off. We would have sat here hungry instead.

No one ever said we made sense.

"That is tempting," she admitted. "How do I know you won't cheat?"

I dropped my chin and looked at her through my eyebrows.

"First of all, I never cheat. Second of all, how the fuck do you cheat at rock, paper, scissors? If I win it'll be either luck or because I can see what you're thinking."

"You have no idea what I'm thinking," she said.

Good, she was getting feisty. Just the way I liked her.

"Then let's go. On three. One. Two. Three." I shook my hand a couple of times before making the scissors symbol with my fingers.

She made paper. I pretended to cut through it.

"That's only the first round," she said.

"As agreed," I said. I held out my hand and shook it twice once more before again making scissors.

This time, she made her hand into a fist. "Rock." She battered at my fingers with her hand, grinning at me.

"We have a tie," I said. I watched her face, I knew what she was thinking. I chose scissors twice. I'd choose it again.

Never let it be said that Fade Mitchell was predictable. I counted down to three and held my hand out straight. She was expecting scissors, so she'd go for rock.

She held her hand out fingers apart. "Scissors beat paper." She pretended to slice through my hand.

"Well fuck," I said, liking the way her fingers felt on mine, even though I hated to lose. "Where are the M&Ms?"

She looked thoughtful for a moment before a slow smile crept onto her face.

"I just remembered I put them in my bag. My bad. Neither of us needs to go out into the rain."

"Why do I get the feeling I was played?" I asked.

Okay, I didn't feel too disappointed about not getting wetter than I already was, but she made her point. I hadn't read her the way I should have been able to. I couldn't help being slightly irritated but at the same time, turned on as fuck. She wasn't scared to turn the tables on me. And apparently she was better at reading me than I would have guessed. I was going to have to be more careful from now on.