"Hey," he said. "We'd been at it since six, so it's not like I left her high and dry, if that's what you're getting at."
I rolled my eyes. "Good to know."
And that's when I felt it – the sweet vibration of Jax's silent laughter. The only problem was, I felt it everywhere – and I mean,everywhere– thanks to that latest turn, which had planted my ass more firmly against his pelvis, not to mention the thing that definitely wasn't his cell phone.
I felt myself swallow. Was Jax a five-minute man?No. He wasn't.I don't know how I knew, but I just did. He was the kind of guy who wouldn’t stop until I was a quivering mass of pure satisfaction.
When the light turned green, Jaden floored it, sending me rocking backward into Jax, whose grip tightened further even as he told Jaden, "You're just pissed she got the better of you."
"No," Jaden said, "I'm pissed because we're gonna be late, and if I get one more speeding ticket, I'm gonna lose my license."
"So, slow down," Jax said. "We'll get there when we get there."
"Easy for you to say," Jaden said. "You're not the one who's gonna hear it from Darla."
Jax laughed. "Don't tell me you're scared."
"Hell yes, I'm scared," Jaden replied, glancing in my direction. "And you wanna know why?"
"Why?" I asked.
"Because she's fucking scary."
As he said this, it wasn't lost on me that he'd said basically the same thing about my mom. Was my mom scary? In a way, yes, she definitely was.
But less than fifteen minutes later, my mom was the furthest thing from my mind. And why?
Because we'd arrived in the land of money and mansions and who knows what else.
Chapter 6
It was a few minutes after nine when the car finally screeched to a stop behind a long line of expensive-looking vehicles that were inching along on an otherwise quiet street.
The street ran along the coastline and was lined with houses that could only be described as estates – big, glorious estates, the kind you never saw in real life, especially if you happened to be the kind of girl who'd been counting pennies for way too long.
Jaden cut the engine and shoved open the driver's side door, telling Jax, "Park it, will ya?" He took a single step away and then turned back to add, "And I swear to God, if you're not in there in ten minutes, I'm telling Darla what you did last October."
Jax's body stiffened. "You wouldn’t."
"Oh yeah?" Jaden said. "Watch me." And with that, he turned away, crossed in front of our vehicle, and began striding forward along the sidewalk, heading in the same direction as the line of cars.
He hadn't even bothered to close the driver's side door.
Idiot.
Suddenly, I felt incredibly awkward, sitting on Jax's lap with the car's overhead light blazing down like some sort of spotlight, giving everyone around us a clear view of our distinctly unsafe and totally illegal position – a position that also happened to feel incredibly good.
I cleared my throat. "I guess I should get off, huh?" As soon as the words left my lips, a wave of warmth crept across my face and –damn it– settled southward, thanks to my ass pressing against his pelvis.
Get off? Seriously?
I tried again. "I mean, get out. Yes. Get out. Right."
I was reaching for the door handle when Jax said, "Hang on."
He shifted beneath me, and I heard a click, followed by the sensation of him releasing the seatbelt, doing it slowly, probably so it didn't whack me in the face or something.
How embarrassing.Now, he probably thought I was stupid. I should've remembered the seatbelt. I mean, I always wore one when Iwasn'ton someone's lap. But in truth, it was hard to remember anything with him was so achingly near.
