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“Hey, it’s Scarlett. You here?” The mumble of his response made my fist tighten. Scarlett twisted in her seat to look out the rear window. “Oh, I see you. I’m in the faded green truck. I’ll be right out.”
She ended the call then turned to me with one of her iconic glares. She had this special kind of glare that you didn’t only see butfelt.
“Listen, overprotective freak.” She poked my chest. “I’m a grown ass woman. You’re here and that’s more than adequate. Stay in this car or so help me,I’mnot going to letyoucome.”
I scowled but she didn’t spare me another glance. She strode to the back of her truck where the stranger approached, his smirk a little too wide, his eyes drifting a little too much. I clenched my fist as he drew nearer. She opened the tailgate and untied the stereo. As she reached for the sheet, his gaze slid to her ass. If he didn’t move that hand off the tailgate so close to her,Iwould remove it.
Fuck it.
I opened the door and the asshole’s wandering eyes widened. He retreated at my approach, and I cracked my neck. He gulped. Scarlett straightened out, her gaze flicking between us.
She smiled at the guy over her shoulder, then grabbed my arm. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing, baby.” I crushed her body to mine and planted my lips on hers. “I missed you.”
I knew she’d react. She always reacted to me. She moaned softly and I slid my hands into her back pockets, squeezing her ass before pulling out of the kiss.
My gaze slid to the creep, who had the decency to pretend he couldn’t look at my girl. “I thought you might need help.”
He frowned and avoided our eyes. Scarlett recovered and sneered at me before she returned to the guy with a friendly smile she’d never send my way.
“Sorry. Ignore him.” She tossed the blanket off the stereo. “It’s in good condition.”
The guy nodded, eyeing me while he took wary steps forward. Logically, I recognized that he drew closer to examine the stereo.A good excuse to get close to her.I snaked my arm around her waist and pulled her snug against me. My lip curled. He noticed, swallowed, and looked away.
Good.
Less than thrilled, Scarlett pinched my arm.Hard.It hurt but I didn’t budge, much to her dismay, evident from the little huff she exuded. Being this pissed at me, she’d beextrafun in bed tonight.
The guy asked questions about the stereo, and I kept her firm against me, despite her subtle attempts to escape. I could only imagine the fury she’d unleash after this. The thought rushed blood to my groin and Scarlett stiffened when I hardened against her ass. The stranger inspected the stereo and the fucking tease rolled her ass against me. I held in my groan and dug my fingers into her hips.
The creep wanted to make sure the stereo worked, so we plugged it into an outlet outside the store. After a few minutes, he offered cash and retreated quickly, a nervous tremble in his hands as he eyed me. It wasn’t until we were in Scarlett’s truck that she swatted my arm.
“What the hell is your problem?” she hissed, smacking me with her purse. “He didn’t do anything!”
“He stared at your ass and stood way too close.”
“You mean like you do all the fucking time?”
“It’s different when I do it.”
“How is it different?”
I caught her wrist when she tried to land another blow. “Because youwantme to stare at your ass. That’s how it’s fucking different.”
“You’re so anno—”
“Annoying? Yeah, so you tell me.” I grunted and yanked her toward me by her wrist, pulling her within reach of my lips. “And you have no sense of self-preservation. It’s pissing me off.”
Scarlett jerked away and started the car, then pulled out of the parking lot and headed toward Danny's. “Kiss my ass.”
I wedged my hand between her ass and the seat and pinched. She squealed.
“I will.” I set my palm on her inner thigh, where her skin scalded mine. “I’ll do more than kiss it.”
“You’re the worst.” Even as the words left her mouth, she pulled her thighs together and licked her lips.
“We’ll see if that’s true when I slide my cock into your already wet pussy.” I nudged her thighs apart and palmed her through her shorts.
