Spiked by Love (Bellevue Bullies #6) - Toni Aleo Page 0,45
at my badass Mustang. Her hair is up in a messy bun, and she’s wearing her volleyball jacket since she’s coming from practice. Her purse hangs loosely on her arm, and when her gaze meets mine, I wait for it. “You know you won’t make it in Fast and Furious, right? No matter what you do in your audition video.”
“I was going to flex, show off my muscles.”
She nods. “Exactly. You won’t make it.”
“You’re crazy. This car is a total babe magnet.”
She perks a brow. “If you need a car to draw babes to you, you need to reevaluate life.”
I laugh as I walk around, opening her door. She looks over at me and then holds out her hand to the door. “See, this attracts the babes.”
I scoff. “Who said you were a babe?”
She cracks up. “Good one.”
“Well, you’ve come at me with an arsenal of insults.”
She beams up at me as she sits down in the black seat. “I’ve been thinking of them since your mom sent me the picture of you and DumbleDee here.”
I glare as I pet my car. “Hey, his name is Rocket. Be nice. He has feelings.”
Ally scoffs. “Naming your car after your penis won’t make it grow.”
“Wow.”
“I know. That was off the top of my head,” she says happily, and I roll my eyes exaggeratedly as I shut her door on her laughter.
Once I’m in the car, I back up, and she’s on her phone texting. I’m pretty sure I know who she is texting, but I don’t want to actually know. So, I don’t ask. When she tucks her phone into her purse, I feel her gaze on me as I turn out of the dorm parking lot. “I’m worried about Angie.”
“Really?” I ask, bringing my brows together. “She’s still acting weird?”
“Yeah, really weird. She won’t even look at me, and on the court today, she was not herself. We weren’t clicking.”
“Huh. That’s not good.”
“My thoughts exactly. I was going to take her out tonight, try to get her to talk to me. But when I asked her to, she said no. I don’t think she wants me to cancel my date with Taco.”
When I hold in my groan, I’m proud of myself. “I would think your friend is more important than that asshat.”
She shrugs. “Of course she is, but she said no. I think I’m going to get us lunch tomorrow and go on a picnic. It’s supposed to be a beautiful day.”
I nod. “Good plan. And for real, seventy in the middle of winter.”
She flashes me a wide grin. “Welcome back to Tennessee, DumbleDee man.”
“WTF, man. WTF.”
She makes a face. “Did that new phrase come with the car? You know you can just say ‘What the fuck,’ right?”
A chuckle tickles my throat. “Shut up! You know you love my car.”
She laughs. “It’s pretty sexy, but I can’t let go of the fact that I fear you may start wearing muscle shirts and get a spray tan. You’ve already got the ’roid muscles and tats.”
I holler out with laughter. “You’re on a roll!”
She giggles, and I love the sound. I especially love how her nose wrinkles when she laughs. “I know. Your mom set me up good. I’ve had hours to think these up.”
Our laughter fills the car as we drive to the shop. Any other guy would be offended by Ally, but I happen to love her sense of humor. It matches mine. “I’ll have to thank my mom for that.”
“She really is the MVP of today.”
I shake my head. She crosses her legs as she keeps laughing. Of course, I notice since all I can see are her milky white legs and the definition in her thighs from her muscles. Her shorts are short, but her warm-up jacket is long. Usually, it would cover the part of her thighs that is showing, but thankfully for me, it’s not at the moment.
Which makes the drive to the shop real, real hard.
We arrive sooner than I expected, thankfully. Don’t think my cock could handle those thighs much longer. As we get out, I lock up and start to walk toward her. She adjusts her shorts, which show way too much of the back of her thighs for my uncontrollable cock to handle. On an exhale, I ask, “Could your shorts be any shorter? I thought you couldn’t wear your Spanx outside?”
She gives me a dry look. “Whoa, stalker. These aren’t Spanx. And why are you looking at my shorts?”