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She didn't answer my question, instead leaning down to pick up her bag and pull out the M&Ms, giving me a view of cleavage for a few moments before she straightened back up. She opened the bag and scooped out a handful before offering it to me.

"Emergency M&Ms for the win." I took a handful for myself and held them on my palm, picking out the yellow ones to eat first.

"Are the yellow ones your favorite?" she asked. "I mean, you're choosing them first."

"Maybe I like to get rid of them first," I suggested. I hesitated for a moment. She was either going to understand or think I was a complete Fruit Loop. I wasn't sure which.

"I start with the ones I have the fewest of," I explained. "I only had two yellow. I have three green, so those are next." I shrugged, pretending I didn't give a shit about her response, while waiting for her to laugh in my face.

"I do the opposite," she said. "I eat the ones I have the most of first." She wasn't laughing.

"You have two red and two blue, what are you going to do when you get down to those?" I asked.

She looked at her handful for a moment or two. "Then I leave my favorite color until last. If neither are my favorite color, I eat them all at the same time."

I nodded slowly. "That sounds like a good system. Hel and Oak? They eat them like it doesn't matter. Fucking Neanderthals." I gave her a wink while she laughed. I liked that sound much more than I should. I wanted to hear more of it. That and her moaning when she came.

"Ugh, I knew there was something wrong with them," she said jokingly. "I suppose it doesn't matter how they're eaten as long as they get eaten, right?"

"I don't think you believe that," I said. "M&Ms are like pussies. If you're going to eat them, then you better eat them right." I bet hers tasted better than chocolate. Thinking about it was enough to make me salivate.

We ate in silence while the storm raged on. The dark gray sky turned to black as night fell.

"We should make ourselves comfortable," I said. "You take the backseat." My seat should recline further.

"It looks like there's space in there for both of us," she said, climbing over the center console and giving me a good look at her ass before she plopped down on the backseat.

I didn't need to be told twice. I shoved off my shoes and clambered over to join her.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

TEDDIE

"About that movie," I started as Fade settled into the seat beside me.

"About that game of rock, paper, scissors that wasn't necessary," he retorted, leaning back against the side window.

"We are in no way even," I said, pointing my finger at him.

He grabbed it and pulled it to his lips, kissing the side of my hand, eyes were locked on my face.

"What would make us even?" he asked, voice low and husky.

The weather outside might not be the only thing wet right now.

I couldn't help myself, I snorted. "You don't want to be even. You like to be in control."

He shrugged one shoulder and pulled me closer. "Guilty. I'm not going to apologize for being me." He hesitated for a moment before adding, "In fact, I should be saying you're welcome."

His smile was slow and sly. "Before you say it, I consider being full of myself a compliment. One you'll understand better when you're full of me."

"You're sure I want to fuck you, aren't you?" The question was rhetorical, because of course he was. As far as he was concerned, it wasn't a matter of if, but when. Maybe even a little how and who mixed in.

"I know what I want." He pulled me to straddle his lap. "As far as I'm aware, that's not a crime."

"That depends what you want and whether the other party is willing," I said.

"Sweetheart." He cupped the side of my face and ran his thumb up and down my cheek. "The other party is always willing. You could have walked away the other night, but you didn't. You could have told me to stop. You didn't do that either. You wanted me to touch you. You wanted me to slide my fingers inside your pussy." His tone was almost hypnotic.