“Spread your legs,” he says, and as I do, he adjusts his mirror. “Now, that really is a beautiful view.” There is awe in his voice, and it makes me feel beautiful. Despite being exposed, despite the scars on my thighs. Damien makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, and that is just one of the things that makes me love him.
“Wider,” he says. I comply, and I hear Damien’s sharp intake of breath. He may be playing with me, but there’s no denying that he’s turned on, too.
“Are you excited, Ms. Fairchild?”
“Yes,” I admit. “Except for that one moment of terror, yes.”
“You should know me better. And you should listen better.”
“Listen?” And then it hits me. “The bag. How would you know about the goodie bag if you weren’t in the car?”
“Exactly. I gave you that clue. It’s not my fault if you were too distracted to pay attention.”
I manage a smirk. “Actually, I think it was your fault.”
He chuckles again. “Maybe so.”
I start to bring my legs together.
“Oh, no, Ms. Fairchild. That’s how you sit for the rest of the ride. It’s your punishment—and my reward,” he adds, tapping the rearview mirror.
“In that case,” I say, and strip off my sweater, shirt, and bra.
“Jesus, Nikki,” Damien says, as I sit naked on the backseat, feeling suddenly very smug.
“I thought you needed to be well rewarded. After all, you earned it. I mean, you’ve been sitting in an empty limo all afternoon while I was inside drinking and watching hot guys.”
“Best not to remind me of your infractions,” he warns. “And the truth is, I wasn’t just sitting in the limo.”
“Oh?” I lick the tip of my finger and slowly circle my nipple. I’m pretty sure I hear a low growl come from the driver’s seat. “What were you doing?”
“You were with the girls,” he says, his voice unnaturally tight. “I was with the guys.”
“Were you?” I let my finger trace down, down, down. Slowly, I stroke my sex, thrusting my finger deep inside, then withdrawing it to tease my clit.
I started this little show to torment Damien, but I’m also tormenting myself. “So, um, who were you with?” Honestly, it’s getting hard to think.
“Alaine, Charles, Preston. Jesus, Nikki, do you have any idea how hard I am?”
I allow myself the pleasure of a satisfied smile. “Anyone else?”
“Ryan, Evan, Blaine. A few others.”
“Mmm.” I force myself not to drift, not to let myself come. I want him hard and hot. I want to turn the punishment around on him.
I want to keep control.
“So, um, tell me about Evan. Jamie was certainly checking him out.”
“Tell her to stay away,” Damien says sharply, and my hand pauses.
“Why?”
“Actually, I take it back. Don’t tell her anything. Knowing Jamie, telling her to stay away would just make her more determined.”
“All right,” I agree. “But why? What’s wrong with him?”
“Not a damn thing. I like him, a lot. But he has an edge.”
“An edge? What kind of edge?”
“The dangerous kind.”
“Oh.” I want to ask more; however, I know better than to try to get information out of Damien that he doesn’t want to give. “To be honest, I think Jamie’s appreciation is more aesthetic than active. I’m pretty sure she’s got her eye on another guy.”
“Who?” Damien asks.
I shrug. I don’t answer, but I’m thinking of Ryan.
For a moment I think Damien will press the point, but all he says is, “We’re here.”
I glance out the window and see that we’ve entered a drive-in movie lot. I laugh out loud. “Where are we?” I ask, tugging my skirt and shirt back on. I don’t bother with the bra or underwear. At the moment, they seem superfluous.
“The Vineland Drive-In. City of Industry.”
“Don’t you have to pay?”
“I called ahead and made arrangements.”
“You planned this all along,” I say, which is pretty much stating the obvious. “Why?”
He opens his door, gets out, then joins me in the back.
“Why?” I repeat.
“So we could make out in a car at the drive-in,” he says simply.