Hellion, a New Adult Romance Novel(80)

 

Way too proud, if you ask me.

 

That cocky smile fuels me into action. I can’t stand that he got one over on me. Leaning over to reach the steering wheel, I lay on the horn just as Mick is passing the front grill of the car. He jumps about a foot into the air and the smile disappears off his face for a few seconds as he tries to figure out what just happened.

 

I’m still laughing when the four of us pull out of the parking lot and head out to the highway.

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

 

 

 

 

 

I DON’T KNOW WHY I’M surprised to find that Mick and I like the same kind of music. And, oh my g-spot, does he have a great voice. He can sing anything. When we do a duet of Pink’s Just Give Me A Reason, my panties pretty much melt right off me. I’ve never sang with a guy before and it’s almost to the point of being intoxicating. The whole thing of Mick and me being a really bad idea and a non-starter is going right out the window.

 

Music is a seriously powerful aphrodisiac. My mind is going into all kinds of dark places. I’m ready to demand that he pull over into a rest stop so we can do it in a bathroom when Alissa leans over into the front seat.

 

“Pee stop. I have to pee,” she says.

 

It’s a sign. I was thinking Mick and I could do it at a rest stop and now Alissa needs a rest stop. I squirm in my seat as I imagine getting all hot and heavy with Mick in less than five minutes. Could it really happen? Should it happen? Would he be into it? Is there something seriously wrong with me that I’d consider getting busy in or near a nasty public restroom? Maybe, but I don’t care. I’m too turned on with my duet-induced fantasies and just looking at him sitting not two feet away from me to think properly.

 

I glance over and all I can see of his face is his right cheek, but even so, he is too sexy for words. His strong hands curl over the steering wheel, and a tattoo of a skull peeks out from under his shirt sleeve. His leg muscles strain the material of his jeans, and I really, really want to know what’s going on underneath it all. I am seriously sick over this guy and all he has to do to infect me is sing a frigging song. Oy.

 

“Side of the road?” Mick asks Alissa.

 

“Ew. No. I need a toilet. I’m pregnant, okay?”

 

I roll my eyes. “How often are you going to pull that card?”

 

“As often as I need to.” She leans back into the back seat and I know she’s smiling in self-satisfaction.

 

“I need to go too,” says Colin. “Take the next exit.”

 

I turn around and play frown at him. “Do you need a toilet too?”

 

He looks out the window. “Yeah. Whatever.”

 

I turn back around, very unsatisfied with his answer. All the spark is gone from him. It’s like riding around with a corpse in the back seat. A corpse and a pain-in-the-ass, high-maintenance, pregnant chick.

 

We all end up using the facilities and then Mick disappears around the back of the small building that houses the toilets. Curious what he’s up to, I follow him, finding him about twenty feet away staring out into an area heavy with trees.

 

“What’s up?” I ask.

 

He doesn’t answer, so I keep going, getting closer to him with every step. “Are you okay? Is she making you nuts? Are you finding your happy place out here?”

 

I draw even with him and nearly have a heart attack when he jumps to life and grabs me around the waist.

 

My hands go up to his chest to fend him off, but I’m not pushing too hard. “What are you doing?” I’m out of breath and I haven’t even moved yet, really. I don’t want to move. Maybe he read my mind in the car. Maybe he wants to get busy out here too.

 

“Gotcha,” he says grinning. He leans towards my face.

 

I do a half-backbend trying to evade him. I’m more confused than anything. How is it possible we’re both thinking the same thing at the same time and no one is there to stop us or shoot us or try to run us over with a car? What’s the catch?

 

“What are you doing?” I ask, trying to gain some time to get my head sorted out.

 

He leans back. “Trying to kiss you. It’s not going very well, though.”

 

My jaw drops open as I stare at his face. This can’t be real. I wonder if I should pinch myself awake or just go with this dream. I hope I’m not drooling on his car while I sleep.

 

“What?” He looks uncomfortable. He lets me go with one hand and swipes at his mouth. “Do I have something on me?”

 

I quickly reach over and pinch my hand. It hurts. Yay! Relief washes over me. I’m awake. He’s real. This is happening.