Mephitic (Anathema #2) - Yolanda Olson Page 0,15

slipping her arm around my waist as she fishes for compliments. “You really think so?”

In the bag with time to spare, now I just have to keep her entertained.

"Yeah." I nod, scanning the area around the SUV for any sign of Lakyn or Daphne, but I don't see them yet. "You caught my eye in that place and I just knew I had to talk to you. Guess it's my lucky day, right?"

"Guess so." She lifts her chin, a little self-satisfied smile curving her lips, and it makes me want to shove her face down on the asphalt. If I didn't need to her to believe she was the hottest piece of ass I've ever seen right now, I'd be more than happy to take her narcissistic ass down a few pegs—but if Lakyn's bullshit is real then I'll get to do more than that to this chick before the day is over.

When we get to the truck, she tries to peel off for the passenger door, but I tug her to the far side of the car and gently press her back against the door. Taking off my hat, I toss it on the roof before pushing my sunglasses to the top of my head. I lean back to look her over, grinning.

"Sorry, there's just something about you…" I let my voice trail off as I bring my gaze to her lips and she laughs a little, her smile widening. Her hands land on my waist to pull me closer, and I return the favor.

"Your eyes are unreal," she whispers, but I have to fight the urge to roll them. Sure, I used to like how girls reacted to my blue eyes, but now that I've met the asshole they came from—the charm has sort of worn off.

"Thanks, I think I'm a little more focused on your lips right now. They make me want to…" Closing the gap, I lean down and kiss her. Softly at first, but with the first little sound she makes, I crank it up. I nip her lip before delving in, pressing her harder against the side of the SUV, and the whore moans like she's auditioning for a goddamn porno. Fortunately, no one else felt like parking at the back of the fucking lot.

"We should go to your place," she pants as she turns out of the kiss, all breathy and irritating because she's fucking talking but I just trail my lips down her throat, pretending to be too caught up in touching her to respond.

I'm not even picturing this bitch anymore—I'm thinking about Willa. I'm thinking about the way her shampoo smelled, and how whenever she dropped her goddamn guard for a minute, she would melt against me just like this. The cunt ruins my train of thought by pushing at my chest, and it takes more self-restraint than I expect to stop myself from pinning her wrists against the windows.

"Come on, Carter, let's go." There's an edge of a whine to her voice, and for a second I'm more than just irritated because I forgot I'd given her a bullshit name. Leaning away from her, I glance toward the back of the SUV and shake my head a bit when I realize they're still not back yet.

Thirty fucking minutes. Bullshit.

"Just a few more minutes," I say, moving in to continue kissing her, but she pushes at my chest again and this time I grab her wrist.

"Ow!" she shouts, yanking her arm free before she shoves me harder. "What is this, Carter? Are you waiting for friends or something?"

"No, I—"

"Then what the fuck were you looking at?" Moving past me, she walks to the end of Willa's SUV and then turns to stare at me. "Is this some fucking prank? You get some girl to make out with you in a parking lot and your friends record it and post it?"

"That's not it." I grab her arm as she tries to walk away again, but she starts screaming like a fucking psycho.

"Let go of me! I'm not going anywhere with you! HELP! SOMEONE!"

I let her go as soon as she really gets loud, raising my hands to my shoulders. "Chill out, okay? I thought we were having fun."

"Yeah, fuck off, douchebag. You’re not that hot, and I'm not that stupid." She flips me off as she moves backward. "Go jack off while thinking about me, loser."

I'm so damn tempted to just grab her and shove her in the back of the truck,