“That’s it? You’re giving me nothing else?”
I smiled and shook my head, making myself dizzy. He sighed and rested his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. The exasperated movement reminded me of Roark. I smiled at the memory, and desire rose in me. I could picture Roark in the car with me. As if it were a real date. A date where we were normal, and he treated me right.
I let myself be sucked into the fantasy as I closed my eyes, leaned forward, and kissed his exposed neck. Nibbled it. His groan sent a shot of pleasure down to my core, and I grabbed his shoulders and easily pulled myself over the center console to straddled him. Slamming my mouth down on his, I rubbed against him, feeling his hardness beneath the rough material of his jeans.
A hand went up and fondled my breast, and I giggled. “I’m so sorry, Rae. I need to be with you.”
Those words were similar to what he’d said to me earlier, but it didn’t have the same deep intonation Roark’s had. The sound of it grounded me, and I leaned away to look at him. Right, this was Jeff.
“You’re not him.” I was floating. Jeff’s confused face multiplied in my vision, and I giggled.
“I should get you sobered up. I’ll take you to our apartment. Your sister is working the late shift tonight, she should be getting home in an hour or so.” When I tensed and narrowed my eyes at him, he threw his hands up in the little space we had. “Not like that. I gave her the extra room. I don’t charge her rent. I’m just helping her get on her feet like you asked.”
I softened toward him. Jeff had gone the extra mile for me.
As I started to move off him, a large screech invaded, and the driver’s side door was yanked off.
I gasped, ready to spring into Fae action and kick butt since I had superpowers. That thought made me giggle again. I fisted my hands as I looked up at the intruder. Roark stared down at me, fury on his clean-shaven face.
He was no longer covered in dirt. My mouth dropped. This was the first time I’d seen him in human clothing. He wore a black wool coat that reached his thighs. The material stretched over his wide shoulders, and the lapels flared out to expose the dark shirt underneath. His beautiful hair looked soft to the touch and brushed over the tip of his ears, hiding their points. He looked badass—and hot.
Roark’s multicolored lavender eyes glared into the car and sadness leaked into my gut. Was he mad? I looked closer and realized he wasn’t looking at me. There was death written in his eyes, and it was all directed at Jeff.
“Roark,” I exclaimed happily. That must have surprised him enough to snap out of it because his eyes shot to me with confusion. “Hey?” I drew the middle letter out, elongating the sound flirtatiously. I waved from my spot on top of Jeff. “This is Jeff. Jeff, this is Roark.”
This was so good, such a happy thing. The two traitors were meeting. The two men in my life who hadn’t chosen me.
I didn’t realize I said that out loud until two pairs of eyes settled on me.
“What the hell is going on, Rae?” Jeff asked, and the hands on my arms squeezed.
“Roark is here,” I repeated, flustered.
“How did he yank a door off my car?” Jeff asked, fear in his voice.
“No need to fear, Jeff. You are okie dokie.”
“What did you do to her, Jeff?” Roark sneered.
“N-nothing.”
I wiggled a little on top of Jeff, and a groan escaped him.
Roark hissed, and suddenly, I felt hands around my waist. Large rough hands I would recognize everywhere. Then the world whizzed by me.
18
I threw my hands in the air, enjoying the ride. It was so fun. The wind brushed my face. It felt way better than when he used to run with me when I was fully human.
“Where are we going?” I yelled with some effort over the whirling wind. I was surprised I could talk and didn’t have the air whooshed out of my lungs. Progress.
He said nothing, just squeezed me tighter, and I rolled my eyes, relaxing my body. Roark felt so great. He used to feel a little cold to the touch, but now he was warm. I sighed and dropped my head in the crook of his neck and inhaled. I felt him tense and pick up his pace.
As he ran, I closed my eyes and concentrated on memorizing how he smelled. I was going to live without the delicious scent, so I wanted to file it in my memory bank to pull out when I was feeling particularly depressive.
Not long after, he finally came to a stop. I removed my head from his neck and looked around. It was a hotel. A beautiful, sprawling, expensive hotel. I looked up with my mouth open as he adjusted me in his arms.
The doors slid open, and Roark strode purposefully through the entrance and toward the elevator. Everyone stepped out of his determined way.
“I got it!” I wiggled my hand at the elevator button, hinting for him to put me closer to it. He did, and I clicked it a bazillion times.
Roark stepped away from it, shaking his head with a severe frown on his lips. The elevator doors opened, and he stepped through.
“Twelve,” was all he said and leaned me closer to the number pad. I clicked on the twelve, then the ten, eventually dragging my hand down the entire thing, ticking as many numbers as I could before he moved me away. But
