Katee Robert - In Bed with Mr. Wrong

But she didn’t kiss him again. “Can you pull around back or something? Someone might see.”

As much as he didn’t like the idea of being her dirty little secret, he also didn’t need his brother or Avery seeing them go at it, either. “Sure.”

He locked her against his body and put the Suburban in drive. The openmouthed kisses he dragged along her neck were rewarded when she went soft with a cry. This was the Bri he wanted to spend more time with, the one who softened her sharp comments with touches that made his head spin. The one who challenged him until he was so angry he couldn’t see straight, then flipped the switch and told him he was the only man to make her come until she lost her mind. She ran her hands over his chest and pulled his chin up for another kiss. It was the kind of soul-destroying kiss that a man could sink into until he didn’t know which way was up. He met her tongue, thrust for thrust, and reached between them to pull her skirt up until he touched skin.

“Mmm.” She slid against his hand as he cupped her through her panties. The heat of her there damn near scalded him through his wet pants. He glanced down and choked back a laugh. Uniform blue briefs. He wanted his mouth against the soaked cotton until her cries filled the SUV. But not yet. Not until they found somewhere to finish this.

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t take things a step further. Ryan slid his hand up and then back down her stomach, dipping into her panties so he could cup her again, this time with nothing between them. She moaned and tilted her hips, offering him everything. He teased her, tracing her opening without penetrating. She grabbed his hand, pressing him more firmly against her, and managed to open her eyes. “This doesn’t mean I like you.”

“Good.” He shifted her enough to see the road over her shoulder, and took a left turn. Once they were on the straightaway, he pushed a finger into her, immediately rewarded when she cried out. “Because I don’t particularly like you, either.”

“I can tell.” She nibbled on his neck, her breath coming harsher with each stroke of his fingers. “God, why do you smell so good? It should be illegal. I can’t think when you’re around.”

“Noted.” He spread her wetness around and circled her clit. “Pull down your shirt.”

“What?”

He thrust his fingers into her, two this time. “Just a little bit. I want to see those pale little nipples.”

For a second, she looked like she might say no, but he kept working her with his hand and she bit her lip. “Don’t let this go to your head.”

“Honey, the only thing my head is interested in is getting inside you.”

She reached up and tugged her V-neck down, baring her breasts to him. He forgot about driving. He forgot that he might not actually like Bri. He forgot damn near everything but the need to get his mouth on her. He leaned forward and captured her left nipple.

She gripped his shoulders, her hips moving in time with his fingers. “Keep doing that.”

“I’m not stopping.”

“Thank God.” Another moan. “Mmmmm…oh my God, Ryan, we’re sliding!”

His eyes snapped open just as the SUV hit a massive patch of ice. Ryan cursed and held Bri to his chest as he fought for control of the vehicle. It was no use. They slid through the intersection, past the drugstore and the coffee shop. Despite how slowly they were moving and his pumping the brakes, they hit the stoplight pole. The impact barely shuddered through the vehicle, anticlimactic after Bri’s scream.

For one eternal second, he thought that would be it. That he’d be able to throw it in reverse and get the hell out of there before anyone could laugh at him for destroying yet another piece of Wellington’s property. But then the pole gave a startling creak, and shook. “Oh, shit.”

Bri screamed again when it came crashing down, taking out the blue mailbox in front of the post office. “Oh my God, oh my God. This is not happening.”

Less than thirty seconds later, a siren cut through the air. She scrambled off him and into the passenger seat, but he should have told her it was no use. For someone to have called his brother this fast, they had to have watched the whole thing. There was no escaping what was coming.

Drew jumped out of his cruiser and ran around the hood to their Suburban. Ryan helpfully opened the driver’s door and then his brother was there. “Is everyone okay?”

“We’re fine.” More or less.

“Uh-huh.” He looked from Bri to Ryan. “Mind telling me what happened? Last I saw, you two were at each other’s throats and now you’re involved in a car accident. Not going to lie, it doesn’t look good.”

Ryan was about to tell his brother where to stick it, but Bri started babbling before he could get a word out. “Ryan was just driving me home. And then… Then we saw a mountain lion! And he swerved to avoid it, because who wants to hit a mountain lion, but hit the traffic light instead.”

“A mountain lion.” It was painfully obvious Drew was trying not to laugh. He glanced at Ryan’s still-wet crotch. “Is that what they’re calling it these days?”

Bri blushed. “It’s not what you think.”

“Actually, Miss Nora Lee over at the coffee shop says it’s exactly what I think. She called and said she saw two teenagers necking while driving and then they committed public property damage. Imagine my surprise when I arrived to find my brother and Bri, who claim to hate each other.”

“We do.” She looked like she was ready to climb over his lap and clock Drew. “Don’t you dare go spreading this story around.”

“I don’t have to. I figure by now Nora has called half the town.”

“Of course she has.” Some things never changed. Ryan leaned back against the headrest and closed his eyes. Even then, there was no missing his brother’s laughter.

“Damn, Ryan. Only back four days and already taking out the only stoplight and mailbox in town in one fell swoop. That’s got to be a new record, even for you.”

“Fuck off.”

“So I know you’ve made your stance on Ryan really, really clear, despite some seriously compelling evidence…”

Bri held the phone away from her ear and groaned. Ever since the party, Avery had been making jokes about the first mountain lion sighting in a century and updating her on the stoplight and mailbox repair. As if she needed any help walking down memory lane to how thoughts of Ryan had taken over her life. But yesterday she’d sat Avery down and reiterated that she had absolutely no interest in Ryan. She thought she’d gotten through to her friend.

She should have known better.

It didn’t help that she’d fielded not one but five comments from well-meaning people asking if she and the younger Flannery boy were an item. It was enough for her to vow to avoid him at all costs—including ducking out the back of the library when she’d seen his Suburban at the diner across the street the other day.

“Avery, we talked about this. The date was horrible, and that’s not even getting into the fiasco at your birthday party.” Lie, lie, lie. But what was she supposed to say? That he’d blown her mind seven ways to Sunday on her porch swing? As if that wasn’t bad enough, she couldn’t stop thinking about how he would have done it all over again if they’d just parked in some dark alley instead of trying to drive. People never crashed when giving each other orgasms while driving in her novels. And he’d had her most of the way there, using only his fingers.

She’d lost far too much sleep wondering what he would have done if he’d had both hands free.

But apparently Avery didn’t care about her wavering mental health. “Yeah, yeah. That’s beside the point. I wouldn’t even be bringing him up, but it’s kind of an emergency.”

She moved around her living room and pulled out the little statue she’d bought for Mr. Smith this morning. It was a mermaid sitting on a rock, combing her hair. Since another betta wasn’t an option, she’d wanted to get him a companion so he wouldn’t worry about her spending so much time at the library. It couldn’t be easy being here all day by himself.

He circled it a few times and then continued swimming around happily, his brightly colored blue-and-red tail swishing. “What the heck does ‘kind of an emergency’ mean? Is Drew okay?” Last time Avery had been this cagey, Drew had almost been stranded overnight on an extreme skiing trip. A storm swept in and he lost contact. He’d ended up having to signal the rescue helicopter with the flash from his cell phone camera.

“Everyone’s fine. Mostly. He and Ryan were driving out to go hiking or something manly like that and they got that damn sheriff’s truck stuck. I told him it needed more weight in the bed, but does he ever listen to me? Nope.”

Her heart dropped. Why, oh why, did Ryan have to be with him? She swallowed hard. “I’m not sure why you’re calling me instead of a tow truck.”

“Well, you know Drew. He is sheriff, hear him roar. The guys will never let him live it down if he has to call for help over something this stupid.”

She restacked the books at the end of the table that she’d been meaning to take back to the library for days now. “It’s a tow truck, Avery! It’s not as if we’re calling the state troopers.”

“Stop yelling at me! I don’t know what his problem is, but he wants you to bring the Beast out there. I’d do it, but the antique lamp I bought at auction last week will be at my shop in twenty minutes and I’m the only one who can sign for it. He can use my winch to haul his ass out of the ditch.”

She glanced at the book and cup of tea she’d just settled down with and resigned herself to going out into the storm that had rolled through earlier this morning. It wasn’t one for the record books by any means—the snow came down in a steady stream that indicated there’d be a few extra inches on the ground by the time it was done—but it wasn’t going to be pleasant driving. At least she’d be in Avery’s enormous Jeep, which everyone referred to as the Beast. “I’m putting my shoes on right now.”