My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 92

Evelyn

"Who's Ricci?" I asked, my curiosity burning like a slow fuse.

However, As I posed my question, my man appeared less interested in responding, leading me to the car and opening the door.

Fucking jerk!

Well, not for opening the car door, it was a small gesture, so it necessarily didn’t irk me but his way of ignoring my question did!

“Are you just going to fucking pretend my question doesn't exist?" I muttered, closing the car door with a subtle thud. I leaned against the vehicle, arms crossed, and stared at him. "So, who is Ricci?"

"It's a long story, baby," Jacob sighed, his fingers running through his hair as he rested his hand against the car door, right beside my shoulder.

"Well, I have time," I retorted, a frown creasing on my face, for fuck’s sake who was Ricci? Because it seemed like he and Jacob weren’t quite on good terms, "It's not like I need to catch a flight back to America right now."

A faint smile cracked on his face as he observed my reaction.

Did I look like some kind of joker to him?

This...fucking jerk.

"You—" Before I could unleash a barrage of curses, he leaned in, his fingers smoothing the furrows from my brow with a touch as light as air.

What was going on in his mind? He was confusing; Not that he’d ever been easy to understand, but yeah, today he was too confusing.

“What?” I removed his hand.

"You are cute," he chuckled, pressing me against the car with his body, causing my eyes to widen at the sudden, daring move. For fuck’s sake, we were right in front of his parents' house.

"What are you—" My words caught in my throat as he leaned in, his nose lightly brushing against my jaw. His hands settled on my waist, and he pressed himself against me, as if he wanted to explore every curve I had. And indeed, I knew he could, just like I could feel his solid muscles beneath my hands as they rested on his chest.

Lord, let me have my calm.

"If I have to tell you here, then I'd prefer to fuck you first," he whispered against my lips. His eyes were shaded with desire, and it was evident he was more than willing to tear off my clothing and have me against the car right now, without a hint of regret later, “And it wouldn't be pleasant if my parents caught us in such a compromising position, would it? What would they think of us, tell me..."

Holy shit!

"This isn't fair," I struggled to maintain my composure, my breathing becoming uneven. "You—"

And then…

His hand suddenly slipped between us, sliding past the low cut of my dress, and cupped my pussy right over my panties.

I gasped, unable to stifle the sound. My body jolted from his sudden, audacious move, but he seemed to relish it. The smirk on his face widened, and his devilish green eyes shimmered with amusement.

Devil!

Hell, he was the embodiment of him— full of temptation and sin.

"Tell me, Evie, what's your preference?" He brushed his lips against mine, his thumb teasing my clit, causing me to shudder as the goosebumps covered my skin, my wetness gathering down there between my folds, too familiar with his hand, “Because I'm open to both options. Though I must confess, I'd love to fuck you right against this car, and watch as you try to stifle your moans, just to keep my parents from hearing." He let out a husky chuckle and raised his other hand to trace my lips. I attempted to clench my thighs together to contain the overwhelming sensations, but to no avail.

He had no intention of letting me escape. Not even a little bit.

“And I'd like to bite this lip to release those enticing sounds, as I plunge deeper into your tight little pussy, full of heat, hitting that sweet spot that always makes these beautiful eyes roll back."

Damn, he knew precisely how to turn me on, and I hated that I couldn't resist at all.

My breath had quickened by this point, almost as if I’d run a fucking marathon. My palms were sweaty, and my heart thundered in my chest.

"Yes, I'm sure," I replied, keeping my voice steady. "Now, shall we go?"

His jaw tightened, and I watched his breathing quicken. In the midst of making me lose my composure, he had lost his own. This was fun...

"Or perhaps we can continue right here in the car?" He suggested, his eyes darkened with lust. It required little effort to see the animal inside him stirring awake. "Wasting time doesn't seem worth it, does it?"

"It doesn't, but you did give me two options, didn't you, sir?" I asked, raising my hand to brush my fingers along his jaw. "And I've chosen the second one. So let's go home, and then...I'm all yours."

He dryly licked his bottom lip, his eyes revealing that he wanted nothing more than to strip my clothes off and claim me right then and there. Yet the sight of the veins standing out on his neck, even those beneath his tattoo-covered skin, was a sight to behold.

He was majestic.

"Okay, fine," Jacob finally breathed out, grabbing my face. "Let's go home, but once we reach there, you're not allowed to complain for the rest of the night."

"Have I ever complained?" I leaned in, brushing my lips against his, savoring the way his muscles stiffened and his heartbeats quickened.

"Damn it," he cursed under his breath, and pulling me to his side, he opened the car door. "Get in the car." I couldn't help but chuckle at his impatience as I got inside.

"You're not planning to break any traffic rules, are you?" I asked, laughing as he got into the car and helped me secure my seatbelt.

"Well, have I ever followed any rules?" he cocked an eyebrow.

"B-but—"

Before I could finish my sentence, he accelerated onto the open road, pushing the car to its limits.

Okay! He was going to break the rules. Both in bed and on the road.