kept me spinning out of control, I realize now that I’m finally free of them, my hands letting go, my heart softening with what it means to forgive.
“No. I’m ready to leave.”
Not just physically, but mentally and emotionally, too.
Ari grasps my hand tight as he leads me through the house and out to his car. Opening the door for me, he waits until I’ve buckled my seatbelt before shutting the door and running around to the driver’s seat. I watch the house grow smaller in the side mirror until we turn a corner and it’s gone entirely.
I’m not sad to see it go.
Ari pulls out onto the highway and floors the gas, Deftone’s Passenger blasting from the speakers, yet another song he’d hijacked from the playlist I’d built through the years he’d watched me.
Cars fly past on either side of us, Ari smoothly weaving through traffic, lights from the street lamps sliding across his skin as he focuses on the road.
“Is there a reason we’re going a thousand miles an hour?”
My hand grips the handle on the door, my heart climbing into my throat. He drives like a maniac.
“I’m an excellent driver. You have nothing to worry about. Nothing can break my focus.”
I cock a brow at his arrogance, the corner of my mouth curls with a devious idea. “Nothing?”
“Not a thing,” he says, grinning that damn smirk of his that drives me mad.
“Ah, well, in that case, I guess you won’t mind if I have a little fun.”
Determined to prove him wrong, I undo his belt and pants, my hand slipping down beneath his boxer briefs to slide a fingertip over his cock. It’s just like Ari to grow hard immediately. The man is always ready to go.
Watching his face, I don’t see any indication that his focus has wavered, so I up the stakes, lean over and take him into my mouth.
“Fuck...” he breathes out, one of his hands moving to my head, his fingers curling into my hair.
I feel the car shift but straighten again, my tongue running up the line of his shaft before I take him deeper to prove my point.
The engine revs as he speeds up, his voice rough when he teases, “Is that the game you want to play, baby bird? Let’s see who’s the better player?”
Wind whips into the car as the windows roll down, the privacy I’d relied on with the dark tinted windows lost. Ari’s fingers guide my head as he says, “There’s a truck next to us at the moment.”
I feel the car slow as he paces whoever is beside us, his voice still teasing me.
“They’re looking at what you’re doing.”
I hear them hoot at what’s going on, male voices egging me on from outside the car.
My lips pull into a smile as I pull up enough to release his cock and say, “Let them watch. You won’t stop me. I don’t care who sees us.”
He growls as I take him into my mouth again.
“You’re fucking nuts. It’s like you were made for me,” he laughs as the car speeds up, smoothly changing lanes as he drives us home.
The car shifts again just a touch when I softly drag my teeth over his skin, his fist tightening in my hair.
“Such a dirty girl. I’m going to spank your ass for this. I hope you know that.”
A few quick turns, and I hear the familiar echo of the underground parking garage at his penthouse, the car rolling to a stop as I tease him, taking him deep before pulling up until just the tip is between my lips.
A low growl. “You’d better climb over my lap right this second, baby bird. Otherwise, I’m coming after you.”
I smile and lift my gaze to see a set of grey eyes staring down at me, heat blazing behind them.
Just looking at him sends a shiver down my spine. I’ve never felt this way for anybody besides Ari.
Pulling my head up, I brace my hands on his strong thighs.
“I won’t fit.”
Ari reaches down the side of his seat, the entire thing shifting back as he runs his thumb over spit on the side of my mouth from what I’d already done.
“You’ve fit before, you just don’t remember.”
He guides me to straddle his lap, his hands making quick work to flip up my skirt and shove my panties to the side. People walk around the parking lot on either side of us, an audience that neither of us care if they can see. The world