Spin (Boosted Hearts Book 2) (17 page)

Crap
. Her belly flipped when she spotted Joe parked across the street. He’d replied almost instantly after she’d messaged him with her plan, text-yelling at her in capitals:
DO NOT MEET THAT FUCKER.

He didn’t like her way of getting the car, obviously. But her plan was foolproof. Not only did they now have the location of the car, she could keep Mr. Ferrari busy while Joe did his thing. He’d change his tune when he delivered it to Al and his crew on time.

Yep. Even from here she could see Joe scowling.

Then he spotted her and immediately sat straighter in his seat, face all but pressed to the driver’s side window. Nope. Not happy. Not at all.

She quickly looked away, so as not to draw attention, and focused on Sparky, who had also spotted her and was now watching her approach. She’d hammed it up with sky-high heels, a tight, short dress, and enough makeup to make her look like a sideshow clown. She knew she’d called it right when the guy rushed to meet her, hands going to her waist, pulling her in, as he planted a sloppy over-familiar kiss on her lips.

“So good to see you,” he murmured.

Gross.

“You, too.” She had to force herself not to wipe his slobber off her mouth.

Annnd then it got worse.

His hands went to her ass, and he grabbed on, his mouth moving to her ear. “You look good enough to eat.”

Similar words to the ones Joe had said to her the night before, but instead of hot and tingly, she threw up a little in her mouth. She pulled back and batted her lashes. “Thanks, Sparky. You look pretty yummy yourself.”

His lips lifted in a smile, but because of all the Botox, the rest of his face didn’t move, not even a twitch. Creepy as fuck.

“Let’s go in, shall we?” He kept one hand on her ass as they walked in, giving it an enthusiastic squeeze as they went.
Shit
. Joe would just love that. After the way he’d reacted to Patrick—that whole who’s-got-the-bigger-dick
display—she wasn’t sure what he was thinking. She just hoped he realized she was doing this for him, putting the car right under his nose.

And he better already be out of his car and looking for the blasted thing. It couldn’t be far, since Mr. Ferrari had promised her a ride after dinner.

She’d prefer to spend as little time in the guy’s company as possible. She just had to sit through dinner—at least until she got a message from Joe saying he had it. Then she could make her excuses and get the hell out of there.

Thirty minutes later, she was close to smashing a bottle of champagne over Sparky’s head. The creep was an octopus, lips and hands all over the place. She’d started to think this hadn’t been such a fantastic idea a few minutes after they’d taken their seats and he slid off one of his shoes and started playing footsie under the table. Who the hell did that?

But now she was positive.

His slimy hand landed on her knee, then he tried to take it one step further and slide it up under her dress. She stayed his paw with a giggle and a not-so-gentle shove. How he couldn’t sense her disdain, she had no clue. It was getting kind of hard to hide.

He slid a hand around her waist then up until he was basically cupping one of her breasts.

Nope. Nope. Nope
. She shot to her feet. “I just have to use the rest room.”

As she squeezed past, those wondering hands were back, rubbing over her hips. She almost spun around and coldcocked the asshole.

“Hurry back, honey,” he murmured.

“Sure thing.” Hitching her purse over her shoulder, she hustled to the bathroom and locked herself in a stall. Pulling out her phone, she checked for messages. Joe had texted five minutes ago.

Got it. Get the fuck out of there.

She sagged against the stall wall and fired one back.
Just gotta make my excuses.

She shoved her phone back into her purse and exited the bathroom…

Sparky was waiting for her.

And as soon as he took a step toward her, his intent became clear.

He kept coming until she collided with the bathroom door, his hand against it at her waist, about to push it open and move them back in. Did he really think a woman,
any woman
, would screw him in a restaurant bathroom just because he offered her a ride in his car? Dude was nuts.

“You, me. Let’s do this,” he said, moving in closer.

“
Heeeey
now. Hold up there, Sparky.”

“You can feel it. I know you can. This raging fire between us.”

Ah no. No, I cannot.

He tried to push the door open again.

Argh!
“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you,” she blurted then feigned embarrassment. “If you know what I mean.”

Awesome
. This night just kept getting better.

Darcey used to quite like acting. She’d even been in a few of her high school productions. But
none
of those roles had prepared her for the part of bimbo with irritable bowel syndrome.

A freaking super weird expression came over his face. She guessed he was trying to frown. She didn’t blame him.

“I beg your pardon?”

Yep. She’d called it right.

Edging to the side, away from the door, she placed a hand on her belly. “That fish I had—” she screwed up her face, “I don’t think it agreed with me.”

She was pretty sure his eyebrows would have shot up to his hairline if they hadn’t already been there “You mean, you…”

“Yeah.” She nodded. “Both ends. It’s bad, too. Singe the hair right out of your nostrils.”

He opened his mouth, then slammed it shut. “Um…”

“I better head off. I’d hate to hurl…or ah, worse, in your car.”

“Yes…I mean, no. That wouldn’t be good.”

She patted him on the shoulder. “Thanks for a great time, though.”

His reply was swallowed up by the buzz and noise of the restaurant, because she’d already bolted from the hall and was halfway to the door. Just one blessed taxi ride away from a shower to scrub off that creep’s sweaty mitts and a nice cold beer.

She'd only gotten a block down the street when someone grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her down an alley. She opened her mouth to scream…

Joe filled her vision. “Get in the car.”

“What the…” She took in his dark expression then spotted the Ferrari parked behind him. “Why are you here? You should be long gone.”

He pushed her toward the passenger side. “Needed to make sure you were okay.”

Oh God
. “Joe…”

“Get in, Darcey.”

She didn’t mess around and quickly did as he said.

He fired up the engine and a second later, they were off, tearing down the street. She glanced over at him.
Damn
. She had to admit he looked good behind the wheel. His big frame filled the space in a way that made her heart race faster.

She forced her eyes away from the way his corded, sexy, inked forearms bunched as he drove. “Did you have any trouble?”

His gaze slid to her, and she sucked in a breath. Damn the man was gorgeous, and right then, dangerous as hell.

“The only trouble I had is sitting beside me.”

Her back straightened. “You have the car, don’t you?”

His nostrils flared. “I would have found a way to get it—a way that didn’t involve some asshole pawing you with his fifthly fucking hands.”

He gripped the wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. His breathing became rough, and his eyes turned dark.

He was jealous.

It was wrong, so damn wrong, but knowing that thrilled her. She didn’t know what to say or how to respond. And the more she watched him struggle for control, the hotter she got.

He’d stolen this car while she’d eaten her entree—and that did something to her. Made her ache and squirm in her seat. God, she was pretty sure she’d soaked right through her underwear. Could she be any more fucked up?

She glanced over again, watching how he shifted through the gears, the way he gripped the steering wheel with those long, thick fingers. What the hell was wrong with her? She was close to a mini orgasm just from watching him drive this fucking ridiculous car. He looked over at her then, and whatever he saw in her face transformed his.
Holy shit
. A shiver fired through her body. The ache between her thighs becoming unbearable. She couldn’t look away. The way she was feeling went beyond rational, beyond common sense. She’d never been this turned on. Ever. Like she might die if she didn’t feel him inside her, right goddamn now.

“Say it,” he growled, reading her so damn easily.

She’d lost it completely, because right then, she gave zero fucks about the consequences. She wanted Joe, and she wanted him now. “Find somewhere to stop.”

“Why?” His nostrils flared, fingers flexing around the black leather steering wheel.

Her mouth wouldn’t work. She couldn’t say the words. The thought of exposing herself in that way, telling him how she really felt—she couldn’t do it. Instead, she slid her hands under her skirt, lifted her hips, and shoved her panties down her legs.

“Fuck me, or I’ll find someone else who will.” Being a bitch to get what she wanted was a hell of a lot easier than the alternative.

Than making herself vulnerable.

He hissed out a breath, a vicious curse rumbling from his lips.

It was a stone cold lie. She only wanted Joe, had only wanted him since the first time she’d watched him steal a car with his brother. Making him believe he was just another dick to her was shitty. Petty. Not to mention the mixed signals she was firing off. But she was sick of fighting her attraction to him. There was no denying how much she wanted him, but admitting
just
how much, letting him get even a tiny glimpse of the full extent of those feelings, would expose her in a way she wasn’t prepared to deal with.

The car wrenched down the next street then he planted his foot. They flew by several blocks, then headed out of the city, going in the direction of his garage. She didn’t think she could wait that long to have him. He obviously felt the same way, because he turned right suddenly, slammed on the breaks, and turned off the engine.

Darkness flooded the car.

Another alley perhaps? She didn’t have time to give it another thought, because she was hauled out of her seat. His reclined, and she straddled his thighs as he tore at the front of his jeans. His cock sprang free, and she didn’t waste any time grabbing the condom he held out and rolling it down his cock. She lifted up, one hand gripping his shoulder, the other wrapping around his thick length so she could guide him inside without either of them uttering a word.

They both groaned loud as he stretched her wide. She rolled her hips, wriggling to work in as much of him as she could. Joe cursed then bit his bottom lip, his head dropping to the headrest on a gasp as Darcey started fucking him in earnest. Taking that big cock as deep as he would go.

“Shit…” She was panting now, completely out of control, chasing one of those orgasms only he’d ever been able to give her. “
God
, so good.” Her head tipped back, fingers digging into his shoulders as she slammed her hips down harder.

His hand slid up the side of her neck, cupping her chin, tilting her face down so he could see her.

He watched her from under thick lashes. “Who are you fucking?”

“You.”

“Say my name,” he grunted.

“Joe.”

“That’s right.” The fingers of his other hand gripped her hip. “Now, let me feel it,” he muttered. “I’m gonna come so fucking hard any damn minute, and I want that pussy working me when I do.”

A mix between a sob and a whimper burst past her lips as she ground down even harder, rubbing her swollen clit against the base of his cock. “Oh shit.” She sobbed again and then she came.

Joe fisted her hair, taking her mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing her screams as she jerked and fucked her way through the most intense orgasm she’d ever had. She felt him grow bigger then he grunted deep, cock pulsing as he shook and growled, blowing up with her.

She collapsed, face buried against the side of his throat, damn near trembling from the power of her release. They stayed like that for a minute, catching their breath.

Joe was the first to move, smoothing a hand over her hair, fisting it again lightly. “Look at me, Darcey.”

Her head felt like a freaking bowling ball attached to her shoulders, but she did what he’d asked. The fingers of his other hand skated up her throat when she was looking at him, across her chin and her jaw, sending goose bumps over her sensitive skin. His touch was gentle, almost reverent.
Oh God
. She was melting fast.

His dark eyes locked onto hers and held. “Don’t ever threaten me like that again.”

What?
Her stomach clenched, and not in a good way. She tried to jerk away, but he kept her in place.

“I didn’t mean…” she started.

He shook his head, silencing her with a dark look. “You’re feeling this thing between us, and I don’t wanna hear any more of your bullshit denials. Time we set a few things straight.”