“Why would you do that?” He led me over to take a seat on the couch.
“The car’s not any good to me with flat tires and the only way to get it fix is to get it towed to a garage.” I knew the answer was ridiculous, but I wasn’t sure I was ready to ask for anything that big from Miller. Maybe the tow truck, but I knew if I asked for that he’d insist on the tires as well.
“Tess . . .”
“Miller . . .”
“The tow truck from the dealership is already on the way.”
I rolled my eyes. “You always have to take control of everything, don’t you?”
“Yes. And tomorrow we can go over to the dealership after you finish class.”
“Miller, I can’t. I have so much to do, and with all this now I’m going to be even further behind. Goddamn Ray!”
Miller pulled away slightly and looked at the ceiling. “Fine. If you’re happy with me choosing your new car without you, I’ll just have it delivered to your place.”
“My new what?” I leapt from the couch like my ass was on fire.
He leaned back, watching me intently. “Your new car.”
I shook my head. “I don’t need a new car, Miller. I only need new tires.”
He stood and stepped in front of me, taking my shoulders in his hands and giving a gentle squeeze. I knew Miller by now, and this meant he was about to say something I wouldn’t like. “Wasden won’t know which car is yours if you have a new one. Besides, you’re not buying it.”
“You aren’t buying me a car,” I said, my voice firm because there was no way Miller was buying me a car. That car was my baby—the first thing I’d bought with my own money. No way. How had things gotten out of control so fast? One minute I was worried he would want to pay for the tires, the next thing I knew, he’s trying to buy a whole new car. I started to pace. It was a nervous habit but if there was a time to be anxious, it was definitely now.
“I own the dealership, remember?”
“Technically your dad owns it, but that’s not the point. It doesn’t mean you should buy me one. That car means a lot to me. It’s the first thing I ever bought all by myself.”
“Then we can replace the tires, you keep it, and I’ll still buy you a new car. One he won’t recognize.”
“You’re not buying me a new car.”
“Why not? To be honest, you’re lucky I haven’t already replaced yours.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “You wouldn’t.”
“No, but only because I like you sleeping with me and I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t get a blow job out of that one.”
“You’re straying into asshole territory.”
“What because I want you to drive a nice car?”
“It’s not happening. You can take care of the tires at the dealership, but that’s as far as I’m letting this conversation go.”
He stepped up to me and slid his hand into my hair. My head was pulled back and his lips trailed a path down my neck. “I can make it so you’ll agree to anything.”
My chest heaved. “I’d still say no,” I panted, but there was no strength in my words.
“I’ll make you come over and over and over again, until the only thing you can think about is my dick plunging into you.”
His words were like a torch. Flame spread through me. “My answer to the car is still no, but take me back to your place and I’ll scream your name all night.”
He straightened. “I’m willing to bet my tongue can change your mind.”
Lights and computer still on, we left the bar and went straight to Miller’s so he could try and change my mind.
Miller barely had us in the door before my back was slammed up against it, his lips sucking a path down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His hand slipped under my shirt caressing my breast through the thin fabric of my lace bra.
“Miller,” I moaned.
“Change your mind yet?” He pinched both of my nipples and sucked hard on the skin behind my ear.
“Nope. But don’t stop,” I begged.
He bent at the waist, throwing me over his shoulder and carried me up to his room. He let my body slide down his hard length burning me through our clothing.
“This has to go,” he said, taking hold of the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. The fabric fluttered to the floor.
His hands returned to my breasts, his thumbs lightly caressing my nipples. I thrust my chest out, hoping for more.
“Not enough?” he teased.
“No,” I whimpered.
“Let’s see what we can do about that.”
He went down on his knees, unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled them to the floor.