“We were going to get pizza next,” Devon informed her. “Wanna come?”
She hesitated. “I don’t want to intrude. I mean, this is guy time…”
Devon grinned widely. “Naah, you won’t intrude. You can be one of the guys. C’mon, let’s go.”
As the boy bounded toward the parking lot, Reed took Darcy’s hand and tugged her close. “You can be one of the guys…for now,” he amended. “But afterward? You turn back into a woman. My woman.”
She shivered when his lips brushed her earlobe, and he couldn’t help taking a teasing bite. “Hmmm. Out of curiosity, what does being your woman entail exactly?”
He flashed a wicked smile. “It means that when I get you home, you’ll be underneath me. Or on top of me. Or any other position that allows my c**k to sink into that sexy body of yours.” His tone echoed with challenge. “Got a problem with that?”
Darcy answered in a breathless tone. “Not. At. All.”
Epilogue
She was at the bar, sandwiched between a twenty-something guy in a red trucker hat and a pair of giggling, tipsy women. The martini she’d ordered was half-empty. She’d been sitting on this stool for more than ten minutes, wearing a dress so short her ass was nearly hanging out of it, yet nobody had come over to hit on her, which didn’t do much for her ego.
Darcy pursed her lips, then took another sip, her gaze wandering around the shadowy main floor of the Krib. A hip-hop track with the filthiest lyrics she’d ever heard served as the backdrop for a sea of grinding dancers and couples tucked away pawing at each other.
And she was all alone like a chump.
“’Scuse me.”
Or not.
A muscular male form wedged in between her and Trucker Hat, resting one defined forearm on the counter. A hint of spicy cologne wafted toward her as the man leaned in close.
“Hi.”
Darcy appraised him for a moment before responding. “Hi.”
Blue eyes smoldered at her. “Can I buy you a drink?”
She gestured to her glass. “Already have one.”
“Hmmm.” He slanted his head, pausing in thought.
From the corner of her eye, Darcy noticed the two women at her side watching the interaction with visible curiosity.
“All right…how about I f**k you instead?”
Loud, dual gasps sounded from Darcy’s right. A deeply impressed look came from Trucker Hat on the left.
“I don’t even know your name,” she said slowly.
“I’m Reed.” He extended a hand, one eyebrow cocked.
After a moment, she shook his hand, shivering when his thumb stroked the inside of her palm. “I’m Darcy.”
Reed’s mouth quirked in a rogue smile. “Do you want me to f**k you, Darcy?”
The women beside her were damn near holding their breaths. Darcy decided to make them squirm for a few seconds, just for the heck of it.
Then she met Reed’s magnetic eyes and said, “Yes. I would.”
Hand still gripping hers, he helped her off the stool. The customers at the counter watched them with wide eyes, and Darcy had to fight a wave of laughter. She and Reed had played a lot of naughty games in the six months they’d been together, but this was one of her favorites. Making jaws drop was a lot more fun than she’d thought it would be.
As they drifted away from the bar, Trucker Hat’s amazed voice tickled Darcy’s back. “Holy crap—I can’t believe that worked!”
“Some chicks are just that easy,” one of the women said haughtily.
The laugh she’d been holding flew out. “Did you hear that? Apparently I’m easy,” Darcy murmured into Reed’s ear.
He grinned. “Just the way I like you, baby.”
The music pounded, vibrating in her blood as she and Reed headed for the exit. He’d slung his arm around her, his large hand splaying at the small of her back, firm and possessive. When they stepped outside into the frigid February air, Darcy instantly shivered. She hadn’t brought a coat, and her dress was so flimsy she may as well have been naked. Fortunately, Reed’s Camaro was parked at the curb, and it was warm and toasty when she slid into the passenger seat.
“So,” her bad boy said as he settled behind the wheel. “Choose your poison.”
Licking her lips, she reached across the center console and palmed the bulge in his pants. “I choose this one.”
He snorted. “That’s a given, babe. But you know how it is—location, location, location. So what’ll it be? Hotel? Your place? Mine? The car?”
She flashed a coy smile. “You pick. I’m easy, remember?”
An almost reverent expression filled his handsome face. It was how he always looked at her, especially when he was about to say a particular sequence of words.
“God, I love you.”
Yep, those were the words. They never failed to make her heart soar, and she would never, ever get tired of hearing them.
“Love you too, Reedford.” She smacked a loud kiss on his cheek before giving his groin a hearty squeeze. “I have an idea. Why don’t we start with the hotel, and then see if we can check the rest of the locations off the list before the night is over?”
His grin went downright wicked. “Challenge accepted.”
Then he started the engine and spent the whole night proving to her that there was no challenge Reed Miller couldn’t meet.