Page 79 of The Late Hit
My hands find my pockets to keep me from reaching for her and doing all kinds of wicked things that’ll get us in trouble. Who can blame me? Isn’t it every guy's fantasy to have a half-dressed hottie on the hood of their car? Isn’t that why most rap videos have half-naked women and sports cars? Sex sells, and my girl looks like she walked right off some kind of shoot.
Sliding off the car, she brings her body flush against mine, and I pull her into a hug. “Just missed your face. Thought I’d surprise you.”
“You surprised me, that's for sure.”
Kissing the top of her head, I grab her hand, leading her over to the passenger side, wanting to get her in the car, knowing the guys are still watching us. Most of the guys don’t know that we’ve made things official. But after our date on Thursday, I’m going to shout that Brynn is mine from the rooftop.
Opening her door, I watch her slide in, watching as her already short shorts slide up her legs. Tilting my head to the sky, I take a deep breath to keep from pulling her out of her seat and tossing her in my backseat to finally fuck her senseless.
“What’re you thinking about, Q?” There’s a hint of teasing in her voice as she asks me that question.
“You fucking know.” Shutting her door, I subtly adjust myself, which seems to be a common occurrence whenever Brynn is nearby.
Throwing my bag in the back seat, I slide into my seat and slam my door, pressing the ignition button with a little more force than what was needed. Chuckling, Brynn leans over the dash, her hand finding my leg. Fingers slide up my leg slowly.Torturously slow.
With one last squeeze of the inside of my leg, Brynn sits back in her seat, slipping her seatbelt on. Reversing out of my spot, I head toward campus, thinking of anything to will this boner away.
It’s a quick drive to campus since we only have to go around a couple of buildings to get to the student parking lot. Taking my time, I crank up the radio. It’s ame thing. If I’m in the car, my music is on, and it’s on loud. “Money in the Grave” comes through the speakers. Resting my hand loosely on the top of the steering wheel, I drive us the few minutes to the lot.
Climbing out, we both grab our backpacks, and I watch Brynn toss on some kind of jacket. A breath of relief slips out because I don’t have to beat the shit out of anyone who looks at her body for too long. I’m not the jealous type, I just want what's mine to be mine without having to deal with any pricks who try to make a move.
Okay, maybe I am a little jealous.
Laughing, Brynn turns to me. “Quinton, did you think I was going to class looking like that?”
“What the hell else was I supposed to think?”
Walking toward campus, she falls in line right beside me. She’s laughing at my reaction, and I can’t help but smile. I love hearing her laugh. It’s like sunshine rising after days of cloudy skies.
“I was just soaking up some rays while I waited on you.” Her body leans in mine, and she gives me a nudge.
Making our way through campus, we fall into a comfortable silence. Until I hear someone call my name. Looking for the voice, I spot Keisha—one of the girls I slept with after our first game—up ahead. Brynn slips into her resting bitch face mask, and a wall builds right in front of me. She’s tense.
Nudging her shoulder, I try to get this facade off her. “You okay?”
She doesn’t even look up at me, just grunts out a “no,” keeping her eyes ahead as she watches Keisha approach us. I bring my eyes up and watch Keisha, hips swaying more than needed, a look of desire on her face, and that’s when it hits me. Brynn is jealous.
Reaching out, I grab her upper arm, spinning her around. She whips her head up, but before she has a chance to spout off a retort from that sexy-as-hell mouth, I dip my head down and kiss her.
My lips find hers in a searing, possessive kiss.
I claim her right here in the middle of the quad.
In front of everyone.
My hand finds the back of her head, and I pull her into me as close as I can. Right there, with all eyes watching us, I let everyone who is watching—which everyone is—that Brinley Wilder is mine.
A huge smile spreads across her lips as she brings her hands to the back of my neck, running her hand up my short hair and pulling me down closer to her. She told me she loves the velvety way my hair feels since I’m always keeping my fade fresh. Letting her take the lead, I go with whatever she wants, since PDA isn’t Brynn’s thing. A small moan escapes the back of her throat, snapping her out of our kiss. A bashful grin spreads across her lips as she pulls away.
“I’m yours,” I whisper so that only she can hear me.
We both turn, expecting Keisha to be standing in front of us, but we only see her retreating back,
I guess she got the hint.
Will is also standing in the quad with a dumbstruck expression on his face. I guess we killed two birds with one kiss.
I don’t dwell on either one but find JP coming up to us with a shit-eating grin on his face.
