Change Rein - Anne Jolin Page 0,21
she’s affected by me, I put the toe of my boot down onto the gas pedal.
Throwing her head back, she huffs in a whisper, “I’m not even wearing underwear.”
What the fuck?
My foot hits the brake so hard that I’m worried we’ll both have whiplash.
“Get out,” I demand.
“W-w-what?” she stammers.
“I said get out of the car.” My voice deepens as I put the car in park. “Now.”
She scurries under my request, fumbling with the seatbelt. In her clumsy movements, I understand what my words must have sounded like to her.
“You were right.” I close my hands over her fidgeting ones. “I can’t take you out like this.”
Her face falls, and I want to shake my head at the absurdity of what she’s thinking.
“If I take you into town knowing you’re bare under those shorts, one of two things will happen. Either I’ll kill every man who looks at you, or you’ll be what I’m having to eat.”
Now, her mouth moves, but no words come out.
“I don’t think you’re ready for the latter, and I’m too pretty for prison, so you have five minutes to change into something”—I trail my thumb along her jaw—“with panties.”
“I, um . . .”
“Don’t make me wait any longer than five minutes.”
Her eyes snap up to mine, the blue a pool of heat.
“Or I will come get you.”
She scrambles from the car, managing to do it with grace despite her haste, and once again I can’t help but smile.
This will certainly be a story to tell our children.
Exactly four minutes and thirty-eight seconds later—yes, I was counting. Lord knows I wouldn’t have thought twice about carrying her out here again if I’d thought she was going to run from me—she’s walking back to me.
She changed into one of those long dresses women wear—the kind that goes all the way to the floor—flip-flops, and a jean jacket. Her hair is still in the adorably messy ponytail, and clutched under her left arm is some brown thing.
“What’s that?” I inquire, gesturing to the lump tucked tight against her side.
Pursing her lips, she puts her sunglasses on and shrugs. “It’s my ass pillow.”
If I were chewing, I’d have choked.
“Your what now?”
Holding it out to me, she laughs while opening the car door. It’s a donut shape, and it’s ugly as sin. My curiosity is certainly piqued at its reason for tagging along with us.
After laying it down onto the leather seat, she slowly eases her perfect ass down on top of it. “See?” She grins. “The wonders of my medically prescribed ass pillow.”
This time, my mouth is opening and closing without any words coming out.
“Sure you still want to take me to town, bossy cowboy?” She raises an eyebrow over the brim of her aviators. “Ass pillow and all.”
“So long as you promise me one thing.”
Turning slightly towards me, she crosses her arms over her chest and nods for me to continue.
I drape an arm over the back of her seat and lean towards her so my lips brush her bare shoulder when I speak. “So long as you promise me there’s a pair of panties covering what’s mine under this dress.”
“PROMISE.” I’M NOT ENTIRELY CERTAIN my voice is audible in the small space between our bodies, nor am I sure what I’ve just promised ends at my undergarment choice.
“Good.” He skims his lips over my cheek. “I don’t like to share.” With that, he opens the horsepower of his vehicle and unleashes it on our driveway.
While I’ve never been the type of woman to cater to a man’s whims, it would seem I am doing exactly that. It’s as though I simply don’t have a choice. Something about him calls out to my soul, and having not been the kind of person to waste blessings, I returned to the car seat beside him without a moment’s hesitation.
“The people and places your heart burns for matter. Your mind is hardly an equal opponent when it comes to the whims of love. Don’t fight your heart, London. It will win regardless. No need to bruise its walls just for the sake of it.”
He is not safe.
He is not boring.
He is something I want to make mine, when I hardly know him.
My body aches for him. My soul begs and pleads for him.
In remembering my mother’s words, I am very much a woman inclined to give her heart everything it wants, and it wants him.
Fifteen minutes later, we pull up to the Sundance. My stomach rolls at the sight, in memory of