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"Let's go."
"Conner, my ass," she screams, desperately trying to cover herself up.
"You didn't give a shit a second ago when Aaron was about to lift your fucking skirt around your waist," I grate out.
"Will you just put me down?"
"So you can suck face with that asshole? No fucking chance, K."
She lowers her hands in defeat and I take pity on her, covering her ass with my palm. Her bare skin burns against mine.
She stills for a beat and I expect her to rip me a new one for touching her ass, but she doesn't. She just continues to demand I put her back down while kicking her legs about wildly.
It's not until we're standing beside my car that I do as she demands and place her back on her feet.
"What in the ever loving fuck, Conner? I was just having fun."
"With that prick?"
"He's not—" Ignoring her argument, I pull the passenger door open and practically push her inside. "Oh sure. I'll get in. Asshole," she mutters as I slam the door behind her and jog around to the driver's side.
"What the hell are you playing at?" she screeches. "I just want to party, have some fun."
"You can do that with me," I fume.
"This is a fucking joke." She spins, pulling at the door handle to escape. "Let me the fuck out."
"Sorry, I can't do that."
Slamming my foot down on the accelerator, I speed out of the space and down the street.
Her scent fills the small space around us and my cock swells at knowing she tastes just as sweet.
I glance over when she huffs and twists away from me. Lifting her arm, she tips her bottle to her lips—I didn't even realize she was still clutching that thing.
Allowing her to stew beside me, I stay silent. But I'll only give her so long before we finally have this out.
Chapter Thirteen
Kennedy
We ride in thick silence for a while. I don’t know where Conner’s taking me, and I don’t care. I’m too angry to ask. I’m too angry to do anything besides down the bottle of vodka I snagged from the party.
He kissed her.
Conner kissed Aimee.
I don’t even know who she is, not really, and I already hate her. She touched something that doesn’t belong to her, and although she probably has no idea what she just got in the middle of, I can’t help but want to go back to the party and ruin her pretty little face.
She kissed him.
No, he kissed her.
“God, I hate you.” The words fall from my lips.
A low growl vibrates in Conner’s chest as he sharply steers the car off the road and into a rest area. His hands grip the wheel as his breaths come short and sharp. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so worked up.
“Con—”
