“We’ll get you there. You want part-time and the rest of the time family, that’ll happen. You want full-time, whatever. Days where you didn’t get what you want are done, Carrie.”
“I can’t take night classes with my work schedule,” I told him.
He glanced at me again then back to the road before replying, “Day at a time. Week at a time. We’ll deal with your ex. We’ll be together and make the solid we got unshakable. Then we’ll sort it out.”
“It’s easy with you,” I said straight out, got another glance and kept going. “I didn’t realize how hard it was with him until you gave the easy of you.”
“Butterfly, I think we’ve both had enough hard. We could use some easy.”
I wished I was driving. If I was driving, right that second, I’d pull over and kiss him.
Since I couldn’t do that, I again faced forward, muttering, “Totally wish I could bronze that tire.”
Joker started chuckling.
Then he turned into the alley that ran behind Tyra’s house and let my hand go to lift his to the garage door opener I’d given him.
He parked beside the red wreck and shut down.
We walked to the back of the house with our arms around each other.
He let me go to unlock the door (obviously, I’d also given him keys to the house).
Joker waited for me to precede him, which I did. I tossed my purse aside and didn’t turn on the light since the switch was right by the door and I didn’t want to make him wait even a moment to make his way in. He’d turn on the light.
Except he didn’t.
I heard the door close, then with a quiet cry, I was tugged back and found myself pressed to it, face first, my hands up in front of me.
Then my skirt was yanked up and I felt Joker’s chest pressed to my back.
My breath caught.
His hand slid over my bottom.
“Saw these panties on the couch. Knowin’ they were on you, fucked with me all night.”
Okay, maybe he’d noticed my usual underwear, but since it came in a five pack and wasn’t exciting by any stretch of the imagination, like the pink, lacy, semi-thong I was currently wearing, he just hadn’t said anything.
He slid his finger along the edge of the lace that ran over the top of my cheek, and he didn’t stop even as it disappeared in my cleft.
I started panting.
“Dress off, Butterfly,” he growled.
Immediately, the area between my legs saturated with wet as I trembled against the door.
“Here?” I asked breathlessly.
“Now,” he answered.
In the minimal space provided, I pulled my dress off.
“Spread,” he grunted.
I shifted my legs apart and felt heat drench my private parts.
He slid his finger down, around, and through.
Oh yes.
My head fell back to his shoulder.
His other hand slid from my hip to my belly and up to cup my breast.
I turned my head and pressed my lips against his neck.
“Tonight, you gave good girlfriend to my friends, baby,” he whispered.
“Thanks,” I gasped as his fingers continued to glide between my legs.
“Now you’re gonna give it to me.”
“O-okay,” I stammered.
He rubbed my nipple through the lacy bra with his thumb and I whimpered.
Then he pulled away.
But only for a half a second before I was turned, lifted up, thrown over his shoulder, and he prowled through the dark kitchen, the dark house, to the bedroom, where he tossed me on the bed.
He turned the light on before he commenced fucking me.
But it was proved irrevocably true through those highly pleasant proceedings that he liked nice, cute, sexy underwear.
I was going to take back the outfits I didn’t wear. I loved them but one splurge was all I could handle.
But I was keeping the underwear.
All of it.
Definitely.
Chapter Twenty
Start and Finish
Joker
The next morning, Joker was in Cherry’s office pouring a cup of coffee and about to nab a donut when his cell went.
He put the coffee down, pulled out his phone, and looked at the display.
Tack had texted.
Slade. ASAP. No weapons.
Joker clenched his teeth and left the coffee where it was. Cherry was there but in the garage talking to someone.
Which meant he didn’t have to delay getting on his bike by saying goodbye.
So he didn’t.
He headed off of Chaos and onto Broadway, knowing what Tack’s text meant.
Slade was the nightclub Knight Sebring owned.
Sebring had heard about Heidi.
And he was pissed.
Knight Sebring was loaded. On the surface of it, and Joker suspected some of that leaked into his skin, he was also total class.