I was furious now, my hands fisting at my sides. “I remember how he used to get teased for being a little different,” I snapped. “And I realize now how tough it must have been for him to go through school without any friends. I wish I’d have shown more compassion, something I think we all could use a little more of. Excuse me.”

I found Sebastian in line at the bar, fending off the advances of a drunk Cassie Callahan, our prom queen and head cheerleader. A girl who probably wouldn’t have given him the time of day ten years ago. Fierce, territorial desire for him ignited inside me. “Ready to go? I need a ride home.”

“Yeah,” he said. “You don’t want your wine?”

“No. I’m done.” Without a word to anyone else, I took Sebastian’s hand and pulled him through the crowd, well aware of the stares we got. At the coat check, Sebastian held my coat for me and I slipped into it, then he tipped the woman two dollars before taking my hand again. My heart was pounding as we descended the stairs, and I had the desperate urge to kiss him, to wrap my arms and legs around him, to cover his body with mine and protect him—which was ridiculous. I was half a foot shorter than he was, even in my heels. And he was a grown, gorgeous, strong man, not the misunderstood child he’d been…but still. Something inside me just wanted to get him alone and hold him, whisper to him, take him inside me and make him feel good. He’d come here for me, even though he hadn’t wanted to. Even though he’d known how people would gossip and wonder.

We didn’t speak until we got outside on the empty sidewalk. “Fucking hell,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck as we turned the corner. His truck was parked on the street a few cars down. “How did you stand it in there that long?”

I didn’t answer. Instead I moved in front of him and threw my arms around his neck, kissing him hard, my feet coming right off the ground. His arms looped around my back

“What are you doing here, anyway?” I whispered against his lips.

“I came for you.”

Gratitude made my body tingle, but I wanted more. “Why?”

“Because I’m sorry.” He set me on my feet and looked me in the eye. “Because it wasn’t just about sex, and I treated you like it was. I was wrong.” Lowering his lips to mine, he kissed me before whispering in my ear, “Give me another chance. Please.”

“Oh, God, Sebastian.” Taking his face in my hands, I rose up on tip toe and looked up at him. “I don’t even feel like I have a choice. I want you too much.”

He exhaled, his breath warm on my mouth. “Come home with me. Stay the night.”

I kissed his lips. “Yes.” The side of his jaw. “Yes.” The base of his throat. “Yes.”

Somehow I managed to drive home, although I don’t know how, since the moment I turned the key in the ignition, Skylar unbuckled my belt, undid my pants, and stuck her hand inside my boxers.

“Move your seat back,” she said, pulling my cock out and slipping it through her fingers.

I did as she requested, looking around to make sure no cops were in sight.

“Now drive,” she demanded. “Or I’ll stop.”

Groaning, I put the truck in drive and tried to concentrate on the lines and lights and signs and traffic rather than on her hand working up and down my shaft, or her thumb circling the head, or the way she watched what she was doing, a little moan escaping her mouth. And speaking of her mouth.

When I turned onto the dark, quiet highway on the peninsula, she unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned toward me. “Careful now,” she whispered. Before I could stop her, she fluffed her hair back behind her shoulders, fisted my dick, and put her head in my lap. The next thing I felt was her tongue swirling around the tip of my cock like it was an ice cream cone and she didn’t want to waste a single drop. Oh fuck, oh fuck, now I was picturing her with my cum dripping off those round pink lips like melting vanilla ice cream.

I garbled something unintelligent, but what I meant to say was, I can’t drive, I can’t drive. It got even worse—better?—when she took just the head in her mouth and sucked, first gently and then hard, her fingers closing tight around the base.

My leg muscles tightened up. “Jesus, Skylar. Easy.” I tried to relax my lower body muscles, which wanted to flex and thrust and push deeper into her mouth.

She took her lips from me with a little pop and giggled. “No, it’s hard. And I think it’s getting harder.”

“Oh, fuck. Fuuuuuuuck,” I moaned as she slid her lips down to her fingers, enveloping my cock in hot, wet heaven. She kept it there, half in her mouth, half in her hand and worked it from both ends, jerking and sucking until I was positive I was going to lose control of my truck, my orgasm, and my senses.

“Mmmmm.” She lifted her head again. “I can taste you,” she whispered. “I love it.”

My jaw ticked. “You are a very bad girl.”

“I know.” She rubbed the tip in circles against the flat of her tongue, and I cursed again, making her laugh.

God, that laugh. I’d never grow tired of it. And then I made the mistake of glancing down at that blonde hair. I’d seen her first from behind tonight, the moment I stepped into the room. I’d hated every step of the walk to get to her, feeling the eyes of everyone there on me, but I’d kept my focus on that hair and those curves in her tight black dress and those alabaster legs that had been wrapped around my body just a few nights ago. When I’d gotten close enough to see her shoes, blood rushed to my groin at the sight of the bows tied above the high heels.

That was bad, right? That I’d gone there to apologize, to show her I wanted to be there for her, to make an effort at being the kind of person she deserved—and then all I could think about was fucking her with her shoes on?

And that was if I could hold out.

“Wait,” I begged her as I felt myself nearing the point of no return. We were getting close to the cabin, although I could hardly feel my foot on the pedal. “I don’t want to come yet. Just wait.”

“Not. Waiting,” said the little vixen, taking me all the way in. My cock hit the back of her throat and my legs seized up.

Fuck, I have to pull over. Veering to the shoulder, I braked hard and came to an abrupt stop, my breath coming fast, my heart pounding inside my chest. Please don’t let a cop come by here tonight—at least not for the next thirty seconds, which was all I’d have before—

“Jesus. Skylar.” Turning off the ignition and the lights, I grabbed her hair, gathering it in my fists.

“Yes,” she whispered, yanking me hard and tight and fast with her hand. I could feel her breath on my cock, teasing me, and it made me want to tease her a little.

I tightened my fingers in her hair, not pulling too hard, but not letting her get her mouth back on me either.

She gasped. “Oh, you’re so mean. Let me. Please. I just want to taste you.” She looked up at me with those big, soft eyes and I swear to fucking Christ I almost lost it right there in her face.

“You’re a very bad girl, Skylar Nixon.”

Her lips widened into a wicked smile. “Let’s play a game.”

Oh, Jesus. “What kind of game?”

“Just a little something I’ve been thinking about.” She licked me, and I let her. “Let’s pretend we’re back in school and we’re skipping class.”

I closed my eyes, willing myself not to come too fast, but the fact that she wanted to indulge in a little fantasy was liable to put me right over.

“And I’ve never given anyone a blowjob before. You’re the first, Sebastian.” Her voice had changed. It was higher-pitched, more girlish.

“Yeah?” I managed, relaxing my grip in her hair a little.

“Yes.” She brought her legs up beneath her so she was kneeling on the passenger seat. “Tell me what to do to make you come.”