Page 24 of Pitcher Perfect
And dammit, even knowing these skills would eventually be put to use on someone else, he hated the possibility of her going through life thinking she was... less than. In any way. An ache that had started to form at the beginning of the conversation intensified now.
Ihave toshow her she’s the holy grail. She needs to know.
The fact that Skylar, a Division 1 all-American who could cut him off at the knees with a well-timed insult, hadanydoubt in herself at all made Robbie wonder.
Where the hell had that self-doubt come from?
“You’re very quiet over there.”
“Sorry, I’ve never seen blow jobs on an itinerary before.”
Ever so slightly, she winced. “I grew up around my brother’s friends. I know how much those skills are valued. But we can skip that one if—”
His booming laughter almost caused her to crash the car. “No, no. It stays.”
Skylar blinked over at him. “Wait, so you’re in? You’ll help me?”
Robbie could practically hear Sig, Burgess, and Mailer shouting at him to say no immediately, turn back now before it was too late and Robbie ended up falling for this girl. Because he was halfway there already and this sexy list almost guaranteed he’d be wrapped around her little finger by the end of the week.
Don’t do it, imaginary Mailer hissed at him.Come back. Let’s go clubbing.
Show me a single man alive who would say no to this.
That’s fair.Mailer again.Just remain objective. Don’t be in it for anything but the sex.
“Okay, got it,” Robbie said.
“Got what?”
“I meant, yes. I’m in.”
When Skylar put the car in park and the engine abruptly cut out, Robbie almost had a heart attack. He’d thought they were still on the fucking highway.
Nope. They were in the parking lot of a Dunkin’.
This dirty calendar had blown a fuse in his brain.
“Should we start now?” Skylar asked, blowing another one.Pew. Pew.
“Here?”
“What’s the matter?” She pursed her lips at him. “You’ve never flirted in a Dunkin’ Donuts parking lot before?”
Funny how she didn’t seem to realize the way she naturally challenged himwasflirting. The best kind, apparently, because his whole body started to thrum. “Go on.” Robbie jerked his chin toward the rear of the car. “I’ll meet you at the trunk.”
“As long as you don’t stuff me inside of it.”
“Not until I get my blow job.”
Skylar giggled on her way out of the car and Robbie’s breath hitched in response, his gaze zeroing in on that tiny little gap that formed between her jeans and the small of her back when she exited. A miniature handle he wanted to slide his fingers into to tug her back into the vehicle and kiss her senseless. That wasn’t happening until Tuesday, though, according to the schedule, and he wasn’t going to push his luck.
She knocked on the rear window. “What are you doing in there?”
Answer: waiting for his erection to go away. It was one thingto flirt in a Dunkin’ parking lot. It was quite another to do it at full mast in broad daylight. Problem was, his brain had made it to the end of the itinerary to “Main Event (Maybe)” and now every part of his body was sweating. Would they have to fabricate some excuse to leave her family and hump it out in a parking lot somewhere, his jeans around his knees, her panties torn down the middle, the car rocking steadily faster?
Goddamn.
Wherever this ended up (maybe) taking place, he’d bring his A-game.
