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As if recognizing how close I was to dropping to my knees on 57th Street, Xander slid his other hand down my body, languidly tracing my abs through my shirt before heading lower…
Oh, sugarrrrr.
“Mmm,” he smiled against my mouth, giving my bottom lip a sharp bite that had my dick nudging his hand through my jeans. “It appears you might have ahugecock as well.”
When I simply whimpered, he released me and took a step back, not a hair out of place, while I probably looked like I’d been hit by a bus. “All right, sweetheart, I’m going to take you home now. My car’s right over here, and if you behave on the drive, I’ll…”
As he trailed off, I tore my attention away from his captivating face to follow his gaze. I didn’t know much about cars—had never needed one since I could fly—but a few parked along the curb looked like they might be the kind he would pick.
“Where’s yours?” I breathlessly asked, lips still tingling from his delicious assault and dick practically bursting through my zipper to reach him.
I’m so ready for this.
“Not here,” he sighed, sounding more exasperated than panicked as he pulled out his phone. “It’s apparently been stolen.”
CHAPTER5
XANDER
“Cheese and crackers! Someone stole your car?!”
Even Butch’s adorable non-cursing couldn’t turn my murderous frown upside down. I was ready to take this man home and crucify him on my cock until he begged for salvation, but now I had to deal with this shit.
“Yes and no,” I sighed, already seeing the not-so-humblebrag in the Suarez family group chat. “It was my sister.”
Butch furrowed his brow, understandably confused. Most sane people would be. “I don’t… why on earth would yoursistersteal your car?”
I felt my blood pressure skyrocket as Violentia sent a photo of my Audi precariously perched over Dead Man’s Ravine. To add insult to injury, she was balancing on the hood and shooting a flamethrower into the air.
Which one of these fuckers took the photo?!
Shoving my phone deep into my pocket, I took a slow, calming breath, determined not to let this ruin my night. “I assume it’s because I was asked to do something for my family earlier today that shebelievedsheshould’ve done. The irony is, she would have been the better choice for it and I would have loved nothing more than to not be involved at all. But I had little say in the matter, as usual.”
I laughed bitterly before freezing, realizing I’d just shared more with Butch about my day than I ever had with anyone outside of the sociopaths who shared my blood.
And even they don’t know much about me.
To my surprise, he laughed with a similar bite to his tone. “Yeah, that actually sounds really freakin’ familiar. Honestly? Going on this date was probably the first real decision I’ve ever made in my entire life.”
I turned to look at the man next to me. As in, turned my entire body to reallylookat him. He was still achingly attractive—still fitting the big and hot requirements my dick needed to survive—but I now suspected there was more beneath the himbo-esque exterior.
This shockinglywasn’ta deal-breaker.
I’d always believed that the best way to determine compatibility was through your shareddislikes, and if family was also numero uno on Butch’s hit list, then we were gonna get along like two resentful black sheep together.
Wait… together?
It was probably because of compounded stress, but the idea of having someone totalkto—aside from the filth I planned on whispering in his ear—was unexpectedly appealing. Now that the lust-filled haze from earlier had faded, I realized Butch was someone I might want to get to know.
Slow down, Xander.
Start with fucking his brains out through his throat first.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket again, I quickly muted the group chat before bringing up my membership apps. “Well, sweetheart, I’d still love to take you home, but it looks like it might be a while for an Uber Black. Should we…”
“I live nearby,” Butch blurted out before blushing again in that way that made my cock practically leap out of my pants. “I mean, that’s why Tick Tock is my spot for fried chicken. They all know me there.” His blush deepened. “Oh cheez-its, I can’t believe Barb saw me begging for your…”
A grin stretched across my face as he once again failed to get that terrible, horrible, no good, very bad word past his pillowy lips.
