Chapter 4 Almost Got Laid

Kelvin

"So?" she demanded, crossing her arms over her chest. "Are you going to keep insulting my driving, or did you just want to get me away from the crowd so you could feel tough?"

She asked the second we turned around the corner, right where my bike was parked, stepping into the shadows, the light from the distant track catching the sharp, stubborn angle of her jaw. She didn't look nervous, rather she looked incredibly pissed off, which only made my blood run a little hotter.

"I don't need to feel tough, princess," I said, keeping my voice low, letting the sound of the distant car engines fill the space between us. I took a step toward her. "And I wasn't insulting your driving. I was stating a fact."

She scoffed, her eyes flashing. "Just so you know, I have the fastest lap times in the academy."

"In your little daddy's academy, right?" I countered with a mocking sneer, boxing her in slightly. I rested my hand on the metal siding of the shipping container behind her. "Put you out

here, where the dirt shifts and the guys don't give a shit about your daddy’s money, you'd lose."

"In your dreams," she snapped. "You don't know anything about me so you don't get to judge me . . ."

She was significantly shorter than me, but she stood her ground, her chest brushing the front of my leather jacket.

"Is that right?" I murmured, my gaze dropping to her mouth. Arguing with her was pointless anyway. She looked like the type of woman who liked to win every argument, so I let her.

"Don't tell me you're folding so quickly. You really had a lot to say earlier . . ."

I didn't give those words the chance to fully come out because I reached out, gripped the nape of her neck, and pulled her mouth to mine.

I had no idea what I was expecting, but it wasn't what happened afterwards.

The second our lips met, she didn't just take it—she exploded. Her hands shot up, gripping my jacket with a strength I didn't know a five-foot-four could possess, pulling me down harder against her.

Her mouth opened under mine, her tongue sweeping past my teeth before I even got the chance to kiss her properly.

"Fuck," a low groan tore out of my throat. I backed her up until her spine hit the side of the shipping container. The metal banged loudly, but neither of us cared. I kissed her harder, my hands dropping to her waist, hoisting her up so I could press my hips against hers.

I dragged my mouth down her neck, my teeth scraping lightly against her skin. She arched her it, her fingers tangling in my hair, and I was so sure I lost a couple strands to that grip of hers.

But the pain made my dick twitch and throb shamelessly.

"Fuck," I muttered against her collarbone, my control rapidly slipping.

I dropped one hand to the waistband of her jeans, slipping my thumb underneath her top itching to feel her skin against my fingers. She gasped, her hips rolling instinctively against mine.

Damnit! I was harder than I’d been in months, the ache in my groin demanding immediate

relief.

I pulled back just enough to look at her. Her lips were slightly swollen, her eyes filled with pure lust.

"I thought daddies girls didn't . . . where did you learn to kiss like that?" I asked breathless as I reached down to my own jeans, my knuckles brushing against the denim as I popped the top button and slowly slid the zipper down half an inch. I pushed it aside, exposing myself to the cool night air.

Her breath hitched. Her eyes dropped, and then she completely froze.

The dominant woman from five seconds ago vanished as she stared at the ring pierced through my flesh, her eyes going wide.

Her father's security team clearly hadn't prepared her for this.

While me? I was having the time of my life, a smirk pulling at my bruised mouth. I leaned in, my voice dropping to a deep teasing tone.

"What's the matter, princess?" I taunted. "Don't know what to do with a guy? Never been on your knees for someone outside the country club?"

She snapped her gaze up to mine, her pride instantly flaring. She hated being called out, got it. "I know exactly what to do with it." Her face turned bright red and I couldn't tell if she was shy or super turned on.

"Then prove it," I challenged softly.

She didn't hesitate. Driven purely by stubbornness, she dropped to her knees while I braced my hands on the shipping container behind her. I watched her reach out, using one hand to brush her hair to the side, her hands trembling slightly as she gripped my hips. She leaned in, opening her mouth.

But she didn't know what she was doing and was very much guessing. What was I thinking that a girl like her would know how to deep throat a guy.

It was a disaster. Instead of taking me in smoothly, she went too fast and her teeth clamped down clumsily, catching aggressively against the skin and piercing too.

"Fuck!"

The stinging pain shot straight to my brain. I yelped, a harsh hiss of air escaping my teeth, and immediately grabbed her shoulders, pulling her back before she could do permanent damage.

"Hey, hey—teeth. Watch the teeth," I gasped, taking a step back and wincing.

Nora scrambled to her feet, stumbling slightly. Even in the dim light of where we stood, I could see her neck heating up and coating her cheeks.

"Oh my god," she stammered, covering her mouth with her hand. "I'm—I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to—"

"It's fine," I gritted out, adjusting myself and quickly pulling my zipper up. The pain was already fading, replaced by a strange mix of amusement and unresolved frustration. I looked at her burning face and let out a short breath. "Look, you don't have to prove anything to me. You are clearly inexperienced, so it happens. Let's just have a fun night. No strings. I can take over."

I reached for her waist again, fully intending to finish what we started.

But she took a sharp step back, slapping my hand away. The humiliation in her eyes hardened into something different.

"I don't want a fun night," she said, her voice shaking but suddenly fiercely uncompromising. "I don't want to be some casual hookup you can pull behind a dumpster for a quick thrill."

I let out a harsh breath, dragging a hand through my hair. "Don't overthink it, Nora. It’s doesn't have to mean anything."

"Exactly! It's not just sex to me," she shot back. "I want what my parents have. I want a man who looks at me the way my father looks at my mother. I want someone who would burn the world down for me. Not a quick smash in a dirt lot with a guy whose last name I don't even know."

I stared at her, trying to figure out if she was serious or trying to tease me in her own way.

"Look, I'm sorry I shouted at you earlier, so if this is a joke . . ." I reached out to her again but she stepped back.

My pride flared to cover the sting of rejection. I tightened my jaw.

"What are you, five?" I mocked, my voice sharp and cold. "Fairytales don't exist down here, princess. If you're looking for a knight in shining armor, this is the last place you want to look."

"Then I guess I'm in the wrong place," she said quietly.

Without another word, she turned on her heel and walked away, disappearing back into the crowd.

I stood there in the shadows, my blood boiling, my chest tight. Who was this bitch anyway?

Because I was fucking hooked.