"Mmmmm. Well, the dinner is over and I think we've made a long enough appearance that if we wanted to take off I'm sure no one would notice."
Katrina looked around them; several sets of eyes were watching their every move - Kevin and Judith in particular. "Oh, I think they'd notice."
"Let me rephrase this. I want to leave and don't care if they notice. But we can stay if you're having a good time and would like. Keep in mind you'll be attending thousands of these things with me in the coming years."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled against his neck. Years of this. Of him. She couldn't think of anything she'd want more. "Then let's get out of here."
His body relaxed, he released her and slowly put some distance between them. "Fantastic. I was hoping you'd say that. This past hour all I could think about was taking you home and getting you out of that dress." Grabbing her hand he led her to the exit as he pulled his valet ticket from the inner pocket of his jacket.
He passed the ticket to the young man at the door, who thanked him and disappeared into the parking garage.
"Shouldn't we have least said good-bye to Kevin."
Damon huffed and gave his head a curt shake.
Katrina had noticed his demeanour with Kevin had gotten rather cool after they'd taken off to have a brief discussion. It made her wonder what was said between them, though she didn't want to ask. If he wanted her to know, he'd tell her. Maybe it was business, but she suspected it had to do with her and their quickie engagement and wedding plans.
Which brought her to the question of what he had planned for the wedding? A small ceremony on the edge of a cliff overlooking an ocean at some country club. A simple ceremony in front of a judge in Houston? She was anxious to find out and he seemed to be rather closed-mouthed about his plans.
"So where are we getting married anyhow?" It was a long shot in the dark, but what the hell; she'd give it a try.
He glanced down at her and a smirk touched his lips. "Oh, that's for me to know and you to find out."
Before she had a chance to inquire further the valet pulled up with the top down on Damon's canary yellow Lamborghini Aventador.
"I think this is my favourite car of yours Damon."
"Car of ours," he corrected as they reached the car and he passed the valet a tip. Katrina had no idea how much he gave the young man, but whatever it was the valet seemed thrilled to get it. He opened the passenger door for her and she slid in. Closing the door once she was seated, she watched him as he walked around the front of the car to slip in behind the wheel. Like a hundred times before now, she was amazed at how amazingly sexy he'd become. She'd seen the women at the event watch him with lust in their eyes. All he would have had to do was say the word and she was sure the vast majority of them would have happily left their dates and bent over any table just for a fast, hard fucking from him.
And he was hers. All hers.
Within ten minutes they were travelling down the highway, with the warm night air blowing her hair wildly around her head and into her face. Her eyes lowered to his hand on the shifter and then to his lap and more importantly what was contained within his black trousers.
Her hand slid onto his leg, half-way between his knee and his groin. His body tensed under her hand and he glanced over at her, eyebrow raised. "If you're trying to seduce me into telling you where we're getting married then it'll take a little more convincing than that."
"Is that a challenge Mr. Garratt?"
He shrugged, shifting his eyes back to the road. "I'm just saying... That information is vaulted."
Katrina's hand slid a little higher on his thigh. "Vaulted? Are you sure?"
Chapter 14
Damon's cock jerked alive in his pants as her hand crept higher and higher on his leg. "You know it's dangerous to be teasing a man who's driving."
She shot his a sassy look and cocked a brow up at him. "That so?"
"It's a safety issue," he teased.
She swiped her tongue over her lower lip, making it shine, calling to him, urging him to kiss her hard and deep. He took a deep breath in, trying to ignore the feelings sweeping over him. It was an impossible task. He surveyed their surroundings as her hand made it to his groin and cupped his balls, squeezing gently.
"Kat," he groaned, "Stop or I swear to God I'll stop this car and fuck you on the damned hood." It wasn't an idle threat he'd been fighting his erection all night, especially when they'd begun to dance and she had rubbed her body up against his. At the time he hadn't been sure if she'd been doing it on purpose or by mistake, but he was suspecting it had been on purpose. It would serve the little bugger right if he followed through with the threat.
Ah-hah! There's a spot coming up! She gave his balls another squeeze and he flicked on the blinker, more out of habit than for the benefit of other drivers. The highway they were on was somewhat out of the way and rarely used, but it was the quickest way back to his, correction, their ranch.
"What are you doing?" Katrina didn't move her hand, but her caressing his balls stopped as she sat up straighter in the passenger seat. Alarm began to register in her eyes and he grinned.
"Going to show you what happens when you tease," he explained as the car slowed into the parking lot of an abandoned gas station. The gas station was a little Texas Chainsaw Massacre in style, but it would do.
Katrina snatched her hand back and laced her fingers on her lap. "Seriously, what are we doing here? It's creepy."
"Adds to the excitement, don't you think? Besides, if I notice any large men wearing someone else's face skin as a mask I'll pull out and get us out of here."
Giggling, she gave him a slap on the shoulder. "Come on Damon. Let's get out of here. I promise I'll behave until we get home."
"Too late now, Kat." Damon slowed the car and parked it out of sight of the highway, the worn and neglected brick building blocking the view of them from anyone passing by on the highway.
"But what if someone comes? We almost got caught at the lookout."
"I'm pretty sure Mark isn't in Houston," he teased shutting off the car and undoing his seat belt.
Kat rolled her eyes at him, but a flicker of desire appeared in her blue eyes.
"Since I'm such a nice guy, I'll give you two choices. Either you can be a good little girl, get over here and fuck me or we get out, I hike up your dress and fuck you from behind over the hood."
She undid her safety belt and squirmed in her seat, a grin appearing on her lips. Her eyes went to his lap and then to the hood of the car and back again as if making up her mind.