Page 117 of Insidious Heart
He’s never going to agree.
There’s no way Victor is going to willingly take me back to my house after what he walked in on, and I’m sure the thought hasn’t even crossed his mind since we’re out and about in public together. No one in their right mind would want to go back to that house of horrors and just because Tor isn’t always in his right mind doesn’t mean he wouldn’t agree.
Oh, this is going to be so bad.
And because I’m panicking and that makes me get a little crazy with my words, I blurt the first thing that I could use as a distraction when it pops into my head. “Do you want a blowjob?”
Which of course, I regret saying the second it’s out because Victor is merging into traffic and swerves, barely missing the guardrail before he straightens back out.
“Pardon?” He chuckles as he wiggles around in his seat, glancing at me from the corner of his eye. “Could you repeat that?”
“I, uh… well, I asked if you…” I chew the inside of my cheek, totally embarrassed and on the verge of a panic attack. “If you wanted a blowjob.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“So…”
“For the record.” Victor checks his blind spot as he switches lanes. “The answer to that question will otherwise always be yes. But not today.”
Now I can’t even look at him. “Ok,” I whisper. “I just—”
“While I appreciate the thought, and really like this new brazen side of you, little dove, I’m only shutting you down because today is aboutyou. I want to make sure you’re ok, that your needs are satisfied, and that you’re comfortable and resting by the time I need to leave you.” He reaches out and stills my hand as I start picking at my sweater, giving it a squeeze that has me turning to face him despite not wanting to. “Road head, car sex, it’s all on the tableafteryou’re better. Until then I’ll have to settle for eating your pussy and jerking off.”
I giggle as my brow lifts. “That was oddly sweet.”
Victor lifts my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles before settling both on his thigh. “I know. I don’t think I can besweetany other way, so oddly it is.” Then he smirks. “Care to tell me why you were trying to distract me with fellatio on the highway?”
Damn him for knowing me so well.
He does though, and since we’re about to exit into Rolling Meadows, I need to tell him so he doesn’t drive past my house.
So, I decide to rip off the bandaid.
“Because… because I was going to ask you to drive me home.”
“Ok.”
I blink. “What?”
“Ok.” Victor shrugs as he laces our fingers. “I figured you’d want to go home. You haven’t showered and you’re wearing borrowed clothes. I know the beds in Harlow’s clinic are decent but they aren’t the same as yours. I just figured you might want to eat first before you get settled in.”
Well, that’s weird.
More than weird, honestly, because I was sure Tor would lose his shit over me asking.
And the fact that he doesn’t feels like a red flag.
“Seriously?”
Another shrug.
“You’re ok with me going home? Back to the place where you found my father beating me up, just like that?” I turn my entire body to face him, and even though Victor’s face is relatively impassive, I don’t miss the slight twitch of his nose ring or the tightening of his fist on the steering wheel. “You’re good with it?”
“I told you, I figured that’s where you’d want to go.”
“Right…” We get off the exit by my house and the closer we get, the more off things feel. “Even after what happened.”
“Yep.” My ghost slows down and turns toward my neighborhood. “I cleaned your room up so it’s fine.”
