“Everything okay in here?”
The car smells like sex, and the windows are foggy, not to mention the writing on the back window. I’m fucking fantastic, and it’s pretty obvious what we were doing. My dick is still halfway hard, and my body is humming from the rush of being with Viola. I smile as the officer shines the light on Viola. I catch a glimpse of her hair that’s a sexy mess. The longer he stares at her, the brighter her cheeks become. She tucks her swollen lips into her mouth, and I hold back a chuckle.
“We were just having a friendly conversation,” I say, trying to pull the attention from her. Luckily, I don’t recognize the officer as one of Drew’s cop friends, but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything. I’ve met up with him and his buddies at the bar after their shifts several times, not always remembering every face he’s introduced me to. The last thing we need is someone recognizing Viola or me and catching us together while he’s away on vacation.
“On the side of the street? Not a very smart decision, son.”
I nod in return.
“I need your driver's license and proof of insurance.”
I lift my butt out of the seat and reach for my wallet, which is no longer in my back pocket. I look around for it and see it in the back seat along with the condom wrapper.
“My wallet is in the back seat,” I explain. “May I get it?”
The officer nods, his lips turned down in annoyance.
“Interesting message on the back of your car there.” He gives a disapproving look.
I clench my jaw, trying to hold back my reaction and reach behind the passenger seat and grab my wallet. I immediately take out what I need and hand them over to the officer. I glance over at Viola, her breathing still hitched and her eyes wide.
The officer shines his light over my license to read it. “I’ll be back in a few moments, Mr. King,” he says before walking back to his car. I glance in the rearview mirror, watching the flashing lights light up the street.
“God,” she says, releasing a deep breath. “Drew cannot find out we were together in your car. That’ll be too suspicious, considering he thinks I’d rather eat rat poison than be alone with you.
“Damn, I knew you hated me, but rat poison? Really?” I arch a brow, trying to lighten the mood.
“Shut up,” she says, rolling her eyes and leaning her head back against the headrest. I don’t want Drew to find out about us this way either, but the more I think about it, the more I wonder what his reaction would be.
Would I be crossing the lines of our friendship? Would he think I’m not good enough for her? Or that I’d just be using her like all the rest?
It’s too early in the game to tell, but for her sake, I don’t want our little secret getting out.
The cop returns and hands me my cards back. “This is your warning, kids. Don’t let me catch you parking on the side of a busy street again unless it’s an emergency.”
I give him a small smile of understanding, and it takes everything I have in me to keep my mouth shut about how needing to fuck Viola in the back of my car was an emergency. A desperate sex emergency, but still.
He jerks his head toward the street. “Now, get out of here before I change my mind.”
I nod my head, roll up the window, and pull onto the street.
She finally relaxes and bursts into a fit of laughter. “I don’t think I’ve ever had an adrenaline rush like that in my life.” She’s smiling.
“Get ready for many firsts.”
Viola leans her head back against the headrest as I shift gears and slam on the gas. The engine roars as we merge onto the highway, and I shift once again until we’re cruising. Minutes pass and the silence cuts through the moment like a sharp knife.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask. She’s quiet, and I feel like she’s building that wall she’s perfected over the years. She turns her head and looks at me. If I could pull this car over on the freeway and fuck her again, I would. She’s that addicting.
“What are we doing, Travis?”
I grin. “We’re going back home for round two.”
“The truth, that’s all I want for once. Not a Travis King smartass answer.” The frustration and confusion are clear in her voice. She tucks her hair behind her ears, just like she did when we were young and would get nervous around me. There’s no jab at me, no hateful remark. Viola genuinely wants to know what we’re doing, but I don’t have an answer. The sexual tension between us has been evident for years, but now that we’ve finally crossed that line, I don’t think we could ever go back.
I focus on the road ahead of us, thinking how selfish I’ve been. I want her, but I’m worried if this goes any further than what it is right know, that I’ll only end up hurting her. I can’t give her what she wants and especially what she deserves. I won’t allow myself to be the man my father was to my mother. It’s one of my biggest fears and biggest reasons I need to protect her from me.
I take the exit off the highway and travel down the service road before turning into my neighborhood. I think about how to answer but know that whatever it is won’t be enough for her. “I don’t know.” I swallow, trying to find the right words, but nothing sounds right. “Being with you—”
