“You made me put on a dress and blindfolded me for chili dogs?”
“Hey, I’m wearing a suit. Imagine my disappointment.” He released my hands and glided his fingers up my thigh. “Fine, I’ll confess. The dress was for me.”
I sucked in a sharp breath when he brushed the bare flesh at my core.
“Oh. My. Fuck,” he whispered.
My mind forced me to back up in my seat in order to escape his touch, but my body had other ideas and uncrossed my legs to offer him more access.
“This…dress doesn’t exactly look good with panties,” I said breathily.
Actually, that might be why I picked it to wear tonight.
After our moment in the kitchen, guilt couldn’t even trump my desire for him.
I could feel guilty for the rest of my life.
I only had one date with Quarry. Or so I’d told myself as I’d removed my panties.
His finger deliciously ran up and down my slit, and I felt the blanket fall back over my lap.
“Are…are,” I sputtered when he found my clit. “Are we in a drive-thru?”
“Drive-up. But no one’s around.”
Oh…I was classy.
I was with my friend’s man, letting him finger me under a blanket at a drive-up restaurant. How old was I again? My thoughts started to win out over my desires. However, just as I convinced myself that this had to stop, he dipped inside.
Screw my thoughts.
My head fell back and my legs spread wide.
“Fuck,” he cursed as his hand disappeared.
He growled loudly. Then his mouth covered mine. The faint flavor of my arousal lingered on his tongue as it snaked into my mouth.
He’d licked his fingers. Dear lord. Why was that so hot?
Slanting my head, I gripped the back of his neck, attempting to pull him impossibly closer.
I felt the blanket pull taut on my lap, but it still covered me. It was as if he had crawled under it with me.
“Shit. I should have ordered more food,” he mumbled as he suddenly moved away.
I heard the manual crank of the window, and then a female voice joined us.
“Hey. How’s it going tonight?”
I giggled as Quarry bit out a frustrated hello.
The crinkle of plastic bags sounded just before they landed in my lap.
“No change. I’m good. Thanks. Have a good night,” he gritted out then promptly rolled up the window. His hand found its way under the blanket again. “I did not need to know you weren’t wearing any panties.” His fingers brushed between my legs again, but he quickly removed them and pulled my dress down.
It was a good thing he was stopping. We didn’t need to be doing that—regardless of how much my body was screaming for more. For a minute there, even my mind had been begging for it.
Which reminded me: I needed to start packing in the morning for my one-way trip to Hell.
“Can I take this off so I can eat?” I pointed to my eyes.
The truck shifted into gear.
“Not yet.” He was reversing when I felt his hand start digging through one of the bags. “Open up,” he ordered.
My legs immediately obeyed.
He barked a loud laugh and then amended, “Your mouth. For now, at least.”
“Shut up.” I rolled my closed eyes and followed his instructions. A french fry landed in my mouth before he dug back into the bag—I assumed for his own appetizer.
Moments later, we were once again roaring down the highway.
“Hang tight, and no peeking,” Quarry instructed when he cut the engine.
This time, he gathered all the bags of food and then pulled the blanket off my lap before he got out.
I blindly smoothed my hair down and ran my fingers around the outline of my lips to hopefully get rid of any lipstick that may have smeared at the drive-up.
I was so nervous I couldn’t even remember my mantra anymore. Something about an open mind and some other bullshit. However, it seemed like it was a lot more like open legs when I was with Quarry.
“What is wrong with me?” I asked myself over the loud music he’d left playing solely for my benefit.
I loved that he knew that about me.
I loved that I hadn’t felt awkward when opening my mouth for him to shove french fries in as we had driven.
I loved that, despite how uncomfortable I felt about being on this “date,” I was unbelievably comfortably with him.
Really, I just loved him.
And I hated myself because of it.
The cool air rushed through the truck as my door swung open.
“Okay. Come on.” He unbuckled my seat belt and then helped me to my feet. He held my hand as he guided me down the side of the truck. Then he stopped at the tailgate and used my shoulder to turn me away from it.
When he had me positioned just right, he stepped away. “Now you can take it off,” he announced excitedly.
I didn’t waste a second before pulling the blindfold from my eyes. Quarry was standing proudly in front of me with his hands shoved in his pockets. Looking every bit as tantalizing as he always was. I smiled shyly as he popped that dimple with a lopsided smile. I was so focused on his mouth that I barely registered the light of the bus station sign glowing behind him.