“Come here.” Jess lunges for me, pulling me over the middle console until I’m straddling him. His hands grip my hips, his thumbs pressing into my exposed skin where my work shirt has ridden up. My hair falls around us like a curtain as I decide to make the first move, leaning down to bring my lips to his. I tentatively lick the seam of his lips before sucking the bottom one into my mouth and giving it a light tug. Jesse groans, his fingers tightening on my hips, but he allows me to continue my exploration without making a move. I bring my hands to his face before kissing his top lip, and when I slip my tongue inside his mouth, he finally snaps into action. Our noses mash together as he kisses me back in full force. Our bodies start moving to a rhythm of their own, nothing but the sound of our harsh breathing in the quiet cocoon of his truck.
Jess dips his hands under my shirt, his warm palms sliding against my skin. He stops just south of where I need him to touch me, but not going any farther. I squirm in his lap, wanting more. Always needing more. Even in a public parking lot, apparently. My nipples tighten painfully, and I pull back, pouting.
“What’s wrong, Allie Girl?” he taunts, lips glistening, as he pushes my shirt up to expose my black mesh bra that does nothing to hide my current state of arousal.
“Stop playing with me,” I demand, but it comes out sounding more like a petulant whine.
“Never,” he says before leaning forward to catch my nipple between his teeth over the thin material of my bra.
“Jess,” I breathe, letting my head fall back as my hips rock into him. One of his hands holds me in place by my ribs and the other one slides down my back toward the gap in the waistband of my shorts. When he sucks me through my bra, wetness pools between my legs. I’ve never felt this with anyone, and now that we’ve started this little game, I can’t seem to think of anything else.
Suddenly, headlights illuminate the interior as a vehicle swings into the space next to us. The spell effectively broken, I jerk back, accidentally beeping the horn just as the man in the black SUV steps out. A man I recognize. He turns toward us, eyebrows furrowed as I scramble to pull my shirt back down.
“Allison?” Victor says, squinting at me through the dash.
“Oh my God,” I say through clenched teeth, forcing a smile. Victor starts walking toward us, and I’m quick to hop out of the truck before he gets any closer, meeting him in front of the hood.
“Hey,” I greet him, hoping like hell he can’t tell that I’ve been dry humping Jesse in the driver’s seat. “What are you doing here?” I slide my palms into my back pockets, rocking back on my heels.
“Meeting a buddy for a drink,” he says, gesturing inside. “How’s the planning coming along?”
“Really good.” I instantly perk up at the mention. “I got the perfect band. They’re local and already have a solid following, so I have a good feeling about it.”
“Sounds promising,” he says, looking me up and down, probably judging my disheveled appearance.
Before I can respond, Jesse’s out of the truck, sauntering over to us. He curls a hand around my waist, pulling me into his side in an obvious display of ownership.
“Jesse, this is Victor. Victor, this is my friend, Jesse,” I say, sending him a pointed look as I inch away from him. Victor gives him an amenable smile, holding out his hand. Jesse hesitates, eyeing his proffered hand like it’s covered in dog shit.
Jesus, Jess, don’t screw this up.
Just when I think he’s going to leave him hanging, he reaches out to shake Victor’s hand.
“Nice to meet you,” Victor says before turning his attention back to me. “I have to get in there, but call me if you need anything.”
“Will do.”
Victor gives a polite nod to Jess—which he ignores—then he’s walking away.
“Who the hell was that?” Jess asks.
“Someone who can potentially open a lot of doors for me if I manage to plan an event without screwing it up.” I stalk back to the car, annoyed with myself for being stupid enough to get caught in this position, and annoyed with Jess for pulling that caveman shit in front of someone who could play a huge role in my future.
I climb back into the car, and Jesse’s in the driver’s seat a second later.
“I don’t like him,” he says, squeezing the steering wheel. “He’s smarmy.”
“Smarmy?” I huff out a laugh.
“Smarmy as fuck. I don’t like the way he looked at you.”
“He was looking at me like that because I was having a make-out session in a car like some…” I trail off, searching for the right words, “some horny teenager,” I deadpan.
“You are a horny teenager.”
I cut my eyes at him. “Not helping.”
He starts the engine, throwing the gear into reverse. “So, what’s this event?”