Niko(Love Me Harder #2)(9)
“Mr. Dare, can I help you?”
She decided not to point out that he happened to be leaning against one of the few things she actually took pride in. She gave her baby a good looking at to see if there were any dents she would have to fight over.
“Dee, I thought this was your car.”
Thought her behind, he knew exactly what she drove. She wouldn’t put it past him to have memorized the plate and the VIN number.
“Amazing that you could pick out my baby when there are so many other cars on this street. Did you come to pick Niko up?”
“No, nothing like that. I came because I wondered how smooth the ride was in your car.”
“The ride is incredible. You should arrange a test drive at a dealer.”
Sergey smiled and stared at her with his unreadable eyes. She really needed different scenery, maybe a different town. The brothers insisted on being there for her, even when she assured them she wanted to be left alone.
“Dee.” Nikos voice was rich like the best alcohol. It was low and seductive like the feel of that alcohol sliding over your tongue, causing ecstasy in your mouth, and then sliding down your throat so smooth, before it landed in your belly with a fire that felt so good you had to have another sip.
“Hand the keys to Sergey.” It was the command to hand over her keys that brought her out of her fantasy of drinking him down like the finest liquor ever made.
“No. I will be driving my own car.” The shaking of her head was for emphasis, unfortunately her vision blurred at that moment.
“You can’t drive in this condition.”
“What condition?” She glared at Niko. Who died and left him the boss of her?
“You’re drunk.”
“No, I am not. I am slightly intoxicated and everyone knows you can drive while slightly intoxicated.”
“Give Sergey the keys and then you can prove you’re not drunk.”
She moved to the hood of her car and then spread her arms to give it a big hug. She then decided to give her car kisses, while she promised never to let it go to the famous car killer Sir Sergey.
She went to stand and tripped in her shoes. She never tripped in her shoes. Had she gotten too big? Maybe she should forget about eating tomorrow. It was her mother’s revenge.
“The keys, Dee.”
She reached in her little clutch purse and palmed her keys. She held them tight, as she pulled them out. Everything that could happen to her car ran through her mind.
“What will you do with it?”
“Park it at Niko’s house.”
She looked from Sergey to Niko for confirmation. He nodded his head. Right or wrong, she trusted Niko, besides short of calling 911, to tell them that her employers who were concerned about her safety wouldn’t let drive drunk, there was nothing she could do.
She held out her keys and reluctantly gave them to Sergey.
“I promise nothing will happen to your car.” Sergey slid into the driver seat and turned the key, bringing the car to life. Inside her car, he pulled out and left them standing on the curb.
“Come on, I am parked up the street.” The walk wasn’t long. He drove a black BMW.
“I don’t want to go home yet.”
“You’re not.”
Chapter Six
She eased herself into the car. It exuded luxury and strength, just like the man himself. She settled back and felt the softness of the vehicle surround her. She hated this. She was always the one driving. Driving meant she was in control.
She clutched her hands, so they wouldn’t shake. She wasn’t in control now. She had always maneuvered in the past so that she was in charge. She would give a big smile, make her voice husky ‘no lover, I will follow you home.’
If she wanted it badly, she would get close to the guy then stand on her toes and whisper ‘I’ll drive, you’ll want my hand between your legs as I shift.’ It worked every time.
Didn’t really matter how she did it, she always made sure the power, the hum, the roar and the control was between her legs.
She had given up that control, like an eighteen year old getting separated from her friends for the first time. She looked over at him. He was way too dangerous for an eighteen year old.
“I want another drink.” Was that her voice? Partly husky, the voice she used when she wanted to be full of a man now. Not just any man though, this man.
Her voice was also partly demanding. She was looking for a way to be in control.
“Your wish, my desire.” His voice was silk, freaking sex on a stick. Her body reacted to every word, her nipples hardened, her breath hitched, her thighs clenched and her sex… let’s leave it at her panties may never be the same again.
She closed her eyes while she felt the hum of the car vibrate between her legs. When she got that drink, everything would be ok. She comforted herself with that thought, while she fought sleep.