Lexi shuts her car door, double checks that it’s locked, and then turns to look at me with those big, beautiful brown eyes. “Would you, uh, like to stay for a beer, Coen?”
God, if she isn’t making it hard to say no right now. Hard. That’s a good word for it. My dick is definitely twitching at the sight of her next to that sexy car of hers, remembering what we were doing in there earlier today. I clear my throat, trying to stifle the groan rising from deep in my chest thanks to my aching balls.
“I would love to, Lexi, but I should probably get going. It’s getting late, and I have to be at my aunt’s place early in the morning or she’ll be jumping down my throat.” I huff and roll my eyes.
“Oh,” is all she says, breaking eye contact with me and fumbling around with her keys. She bends her head down while running her hand over her hair. “Well, I guess I’ll see you—”
She’s cut off by the sound of squelching tires and the sound of a car door slamming. Before I even bother turning my head to see who this idiot is, I know. Looks like this twerp wants his ass kicked after all.
He’s barely taken two steps toward me before he starts yelling again. “Who the fuck do you think you are, putting your hands on me and taking my girl home?”
“I’m not your fucking girl any more, Patrick, and this is exactly why. Your crazy-ass fucking outbursts of rage. Now fuck off and go home!” Lexi yells from across the driveway.
I walk over to him, my boots loud on the pavement, cracking my knuckles. What if I hadn’t driven home with Lexi? She’s tough, but this guy is out to get her. I’m beyond mad, and grab him by the throat again, holding him just an inch or two above the ground.
“Look, you stupid little punk. I answer to no one. It’s none of your business who I am or what I do, and it sounds to me like Lexi wants you off of her property. So how about you take the fuck off before I pound your face into the curb.” I spit the words into his face and then drop him on his ass. “If I fucking see you anywhere near Lexi again, you are going to have bigger problems than that fucking shitty attitude of yours, asshole. Now fuck off!”
Patrick glares at me for a brief moment before he stumbles to his feet. I don’t take my eyes off of him. I want him to feel the heat radiating off of me from my anger. He goes back to his car mumbling under his breath. Just as Patrick’s car screeches around the corner at the end of the street, I hear Derek. He must have pulled in behind me while I was trying not to snap the twig’s neck.
“Hey man, everything okay here? Lexi, are you alright?” he asks, looking back and forth between Lexi and me.
“Yes, Derek, we’re fine. Thanks to Coen,” Lexi says, curling her luscious lips into a smile. She’s spinning one of the key rings on her set of keys around between her thumb and index finger. “Patrick is on one of his little drunken rampages and was trying to show his ass, that’s all.” Lexi shrugs. Sounds like she broke up with this asshole at the right time. No woman should have to put up with being treated or spoken to that way. She’s even stronger than I thought. She’s blowing this off like it’s no big deal. This is not okay with me. She shouldn’t be comfortable with him acting that way. I don’t trust that piece of shit, and fuck if I’m going to leave her here alone. That idiot will probably try to come back again later when he thinks I’m gone.
I walk over to Derek and grip his hand. “Thanks, bro, it’s handled. I’m taking Lexi back to my place for the night,” I say, walking back toward Lexi’s driveway.
Her eyes widen and her mouth falls open. “Uh, what?”
“Well then, um, you two have a good night.” Derek yells over his shoulder as he walks back across his yard and goes inside. My eyes are still on Lexi. Her arms are now crossed. Her lips are pressed together, and she has one eyebrow raised. She’s waiting for me to explain what the hell I’m thinking.
I stand directly in front of her and slip my hands in my pockets to avoid reaching out to her, because I’m not sure if she wants to hug me or hit me right now. I’m guessing by the look on her face, it isn’t the first option.
“Look, Lex, I know you can take care of yourself, but that fucking tool is a loose cannon. I won’t get any sleep tonight if I’m sitting up wondering if that dumbass came back here after I left. So come home with me, just for tonight. I’ll sleep on the couch, you can have the bed.”
She exhales with a heavy sigh. “Coen, I…”
I stop her before she can argue. “Lexi. Please. Don’t make me pick you up and carry you, because I can, and I will. I know we’ve only known each other for a day, but I would never forgive myself if something happened. Now run in and grab what you need. I’ll be waiting in the car.” I couldn’t protect my parents from the drunk driver when I was eight, but I’m going to do everything in my power to save Lex now.
She opens her mouth again like she’s going to speak, but instead rubs the back of her neck, turns on her heels and does as I ask. I walk back to my car, get in, and wait for her to come back. I wonder how in the hell the rest of this twisted fucking day is going to go.
I’M WALKING THROUGH my house, grabbing things I think I might need. Where the hell does Coen get off telling me what to do? And why the fuck was Patrick at the race tonight? Is he stalking me? This is so fucked up. With Patrick pulling his little stunts tonight, though, I’m starting to think a night with Coen may be just what I need. I’ll stay at his place, and then tomorrow we’ll go our separate ways and life will go back to normal. Whatever that is.
I walk into my bedroom and glance at myself in the mirror as I walk past. Wow, I’m a hot mess. I don’t want to keep Coen waiting long, so I quickly strip off my t-shirt and shorts and throw on my favorite summery black dress, but keep on my Chucks. I pull the elastic out of my hair and run my brush through it a few times. At least now it doesn’t look quite as much like a rat’s nest. I grab my bag and jog out of the house, stopping to lock the door before I get into Coen’s car.
Fuck me, his car is hot!
I shut the door, and I can feel Coen’s eyes on me as I turn to reach for the seatbelt. When I turn back around to buckle it I hear him forcefully exhale. He must approve of the dress.
“Something wrong, Coen?” I ask playfully, batting my eyelashes. I’m so not that girl, but I can’t resist toying with him a little.
He clears his throat, “Yes, something is most definitely wrong.” He wets his bottom lip and swallows hard. It’s so fucking sexy watching his Adam’s apple in that long, beautiful tattooed neck. I start to worry. Maybe he hates the dress after all. Ugh, why did I change? He reaches over and lifts my chin with just the tips of his fingers, and gives me the gentlest kiss. His green eyes look deep into mine. “I don’t know if I can trust myself to stay away from you tonight, Lexi.” Coen pauses, closing his eyes for a brief moment. “And I can’t promise you more than just tonight.” He rests his forehead on mine for a few seconds, then lets go of me. I need to reassure him that I’m okay with this, whatever this is. I reach over and slide my hand across his thick, muscular thigh and I hear his breath hitch. “Damn, Lexi, do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?” he says while starting the car. I leave my hand resting on his leg and notice he’s hard and straining against his jeans. I don’t care how it all ends up tomorrow. I need to feel Coen deep inside of me tonight. I run my hand further up his thigh, and ever so lightly grip his long, hard cock.