“Yeah, I don’t physically threaten my girl, okay?”
“And look where she was.”
Will pushes Michael back. “Don’t listen to him,” he soothes Ryen. “He doesn’t lay a hand on his girl. She has swords.”
Kai laughs quietly off to the side, but Ryen’s face is twisted in disgust. She looks to me. “Who are these pigs?”
I walk for the front door, knowing everyone will follow. “Will’s my cousin. These are his friends. I called him so I wouldn’t have to call my dad.”
“And how’s my baby?” Will calls from behind, referring to his truck. He lent it to me when he got arrested a few years ago. I had it the whole time he was on the inside, but since he’s been out, he hasn’t come looking for it, so I hoped he forgot about it.
“I hope you don’t want it back,” I tell him. “I have some good memories in that truck.”
I shoot a look over to Ryen, seeing a blush cross her cheeks.
“Yeah, me, too,” Will answers. “I guess I can let you hang onto it for a little while longer.”
Ryen stares ahead, her jaw flexing. “I’m out of here.”
She pushes through the doors, but I call after her. “No. I need to talk to you!”
But she powers toward her Jeep, which is parked on the side of a building at the left of the parking lot. I run after her, forgetting Will and his friends.
“Stop!” I take her arms and pull her to a halt next to the passenger side of her car. “What do you want me to say, huh? That I fucked up? I know I did. I’m sorry.”
I’m sick of her defiance and how she won’t give me an inch. Just say you miss me.
I take her face in my hands. “Look at me.”
But she pushes my hands down. “I hate you. Let me go.”
“Why?” I lash out. “So you can go back to that party? Back to your prom date? You gonna fuck him, too?”
“Maybe!” she yells. “Maybe I’ll sink as low as you, and we’ll have something more in common. Maybe I won’t hate you so much.”
I bare my teeth, staring at her. “You don’t hate me. You love me, and I love you.”
She slaps me so hard my head whips to the side and the burn spreads across my skin. “Don’t say that,” she growls low. “I want Masen. He doesn’t love me. He’s just good to me.” Her tone taunts, turning breathy and sultry. “Really good.”
I don’t miss her meaning. I was a fuck and nothing more. She liked me when I was just that. When I wasn’t Misha.
“Yeah?” I turn my eyes back on her, playing along. “Is that what you want?” I come in, grabbing the backs of her thighs and lifting her up. “Your dirty little secret who will fuck you in the back of a truck, hiding you so your stuck-up, shallow friends don’t know how good I give it to you?”
Her breathing hitches, and she only hesitates a moment before her hands come up and grip my shoulders. I dive down, kissing her neck and reveling when she bends it back, opening for me.
But then I see something out of the corner of my eye and look up, realizing the guys are still here.
Michael and Kai are in the front seat of an SUV, Michael leaning far forward from the driver’s side to watch out of Kai’s window, while Will is paused at his open back door, looking amused.
“Seriously?” I snap.
Michael and Kai quickly turn away, and Will clears his throat.
“Alright, we’re out.” He climbs into the car. “Stay out of trouble, and wrap it up. Hell hath no fury like Grandpa Grayson dealing with a teen pregnancy.”
Ryen’s nails dig into my skin, and I close my eyes, coming up and slamming my mouth down on hers as I hear the SUV speed away.
I kiss her lips, inhaling her and getting so fucking lost in my need for her. Her tongue brushes mine, and her teeth bite and nibble me, driving me so insane I can’t think.
“Ryen,” I gasp, pressing my cock into her as I squeeze her ass too hard. I need to be closer.
“We shouldn’t do this,” she pants as I pull down her shirt and touch her everywhere not covered by her bikini top.
“Don’t act like you’re going to tell me no.” I pull open the passenger side door. “I know you like this side of me.”
She looks around, probably nervous we’ll be seen, but the parking lot is dead. I pull my shirt over my head, dropping it on the ground next to hers and start unbuttoning her shorts, going in for another kiss to quiet any protest she might dream up.
Her shorts fall to the ground, and she whimpers in my mouth.
“Get on my lap,” I tell her, taking the seat and pulling her in.
She climbs on, and I shut the door, leaving our clothes outside. She reaches behind her and pulls the strings of her bikini, the whole top falling away, and I grab it and toss it before doing the same to her bottoms, pulling the strings that secure it at the sides.
“Oh, Jesus,” I groan, kissing her again as I take her ass in one hand and dive between her legs with the other. She’s so smooth and wet.
She reaches between us and unfastens my belt, and I do the best I can, getting my jeans down and my cock free while trying not to break the kiss.
“Give it to me,” she moans. “I want it.”
“I know.”
Pulling out a condom from my jeans, I rip it open and roll it on, holding my cock steady as I pull her up. I slip it down her length and position myself under her. She groans, already rolling her hips in sexy little movements.
Finding her hot entrance, I thrust my hips up and put the tip in, and she does the rest. Lowering herself, she spreads her legs as far as the seat will allow, and I pull her into me, burying myself deep.