Crashed (Entangled Indulgence)(25)

“Yeah, he kissed me, and yeah, he was all over me,” she fired back.

Boom. He lost it. “I’ll fucking kill him.” He smashed his fist against the unforgiving dash so hard he thought he heard bone crunch.

“Christ, Deacon, stop it.” She grabbed his wrist and held on. “We were pretending, all right? He arrived, and Rusty put two and two together and came up with fifty-seven. She knows I’m seeing someone. I had to have an excuse for being out all the time. Jarrod agreed to play along when I freaked out. End of story.”

Air hissed between his teeth, partly to calm himself and partly because his hand hurt like a bitch. “Pretending?”

She scowled harder. “That’s what I said. Shit.”

“So there’s nothing going on between you and Prescott?”

“No, there’s nothing going on, you overbearing asshole.”

They stared at each other, both breathing heavily. She couldn’t hide it—she was as turned on as he was. That’s when he lost it again. He hauled her over the seat, into his lap, and smashed his mouth down on hers, thrusting his tongue into her sweet mouth, taking back what was his. Her fingers immediately slid into his hair, fisting it, pulling hard, punishing him for the way he’d treated her. He deserved it.

But after seeing another man put his hands on her, the thought that she might actually welcome Jarrod’s touch? He’d become a jealous dickhead. Shit, he’d loved her for so damn long, the thought of her wanting someone else, being with someone else, fucking cleaved him in two. Pulling back, he kissed along her jaw to the shell of her ear. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.”

Alex moaned as he undid the button of her shorts, then worked down the zipper. She spread her smooth legs wider for him, giving him better access, and he shoved his hand inside her panties. Fuck, she was wet, drenched. He pushed a finger inside her, and she whimpered against his throat, tongue darting out to taste his skin.

The windows were tinted. No one could see what was going on inside. So he allowed himself to get lost in her.

“Oh, God.” She kept her head against his shoulder and gasped as he fucked her with his finger. He slid in a second, taking her deep and hard.

“Look at me, Alex.” She did, lifting her face to him, and he took her mouth again in a kiss that was hot and wet. He used his thumb, pressing it against her clit, massaging until she cried out against his mouth. She was perfect and tight, spasming around his fingers, hips working against his hand. He lifted his head to watch. Beautiful. It was impossible to take his eyes off her, the way her kiss-swollen mouth opened, eyes squeezed tight. The hot sounds she made along with the aftershocks he was still wringing out of her.

When she slumped against him, eyes still closed, he did up her shorts, kissed the top of her head, and reluctantly shifted her back to her own seat. It was either that or fuck her right there in the car.

Her lashes fluttered open, and she looked over at him. “You’re goddamned crazy, Deacon West.”

“Crazy for you.” If he didn’t fuck her soon, he’d go insane.

She snorted. “Wow, that was seriously cheesy.”

He sobered and inwardly winced at the way he’d behaved, his loss of control. “I really am sorry.”

She glanced out the window, not meeting his eyes. “Why did you act like that? It’s like you’re…jealous or something?”

He forced a mirthless laugh. He had to be careful how he handled this, couldn’t risk scaring her away. Maybe it was already too late after that fucked-up display, his utter lack of self-control. Deal or no deal, if Alex thought real emotions were involved on his part, she’d run a mile. Though how she could believe otherwise after that was beyond comprehension. But then, Alex didn’t want to see the truth, not of his feelings and especially not her own.

“I told you. I don’t like to share. Not in any aspect of my life. Plus, Jarrod is a business rival.” He forced a careless shrug, trying to dial it back. Did she believe the bullshit coming out of his mouth? He fucking hoped so. If she didn’t, he’d blown it.

Was that hurt in her dark brown eyes?

“That’s fine with me. Glad we’re on the same page. I don’t like sharing, either.” Then she repeated his words back to him, and he hated it. “Not in any aspect of my life.”

They went to Tate’s and grabbed the lunch he’d promised his sisters, then spent an hour he didn’t have catching up with them. He loved every minute. Their enthusiasm over their business, their plans, was infectious. Still, he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off Alex. She’d eaten a sandwich, then left them in the office and gotten back to work.