Page 42 of Driftwood Daffodil

“No,”Don’t fucking touch her. Keep your hands on the wheel Gio.“I was too pissed off to change.”

“Because of Novalee.” she sweetly purred while sliding her hand up my leg. “Is she pretty?”

She was fucking gorgeous with an ass that I’d love to spank raw. God damnit, now she was in my head again.

“Can we not talk about her either.” I said while gritting my teeth against Carissa’s touch.

Her fingers continued inching closer to my dick, making me tighten my hold on the steering wheel. I needed to get control of myself.

Closing my eyes, I rolled my neck and took a deep inhale through my nose.

Not sure why I thought that would help. If anything it made things worse, because all I could see behind my closed lids was the fire burning in Novalee’s hazel orbs. She fucking hated me,possibly more than I hated her. Why the fuck did that turn me on?

“You’re so tense,” Carissa whispered, ticking my ear with her hot breath.

“What happened to just talking?”

Her lips pressed against my neck, “we are talking.”

“Doesn’t feel like talking.”

She hummed and slipped her hand under the waistband of my pants to grab my cock.

“Fuck,” I hissed and let out a groan as she began stroking my shaft. “Stop it Carissa.”

Her grip tightened, making my head fall back against the seat. I kept telling myself that if I kept my hands on the steering wheel then I wasn’t doing anything wrong.

“Do you really want me to stop?”

No.

“Yes.”

She laved her tongue up my neck and whispered, “are you sure?”

A half a second later I hauled her on my lap.

I fucked her.

God damnit, I promised myself I wouldn’t go down that road again. Darry deserved better. And I couldn’t even last five minutes. Yeah, I could blame it on Novalee, but that would be a lie.

It was my decision to go there. No one held a gun to my head. No one forced me to stick my dick in one of my best friend’smothers. That was all me, and it damn sure wasn’t going to happen again.

This mistake I could chalk up to a goodbye fuck. I’d go to bed and forget all about it. Tomorrow shit would go back to normal and I could pretend I’d never met Carissa Barone.

The second I opened the door, that plan went out the window.

My brother Romeo was standing on the second floor balcony smoking a cigarette.

He looked down when I walked in the house and blew out a cloud of smoke. “Where were you?”

I dropped my keys in the green bowl on the table next to the door and grumbled, “went for a drive.”

What the fuck did he care anyway?

He bent over, rested his arms on the banister and looked down at me, “That was a long drive.”

Was he timing me?

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