I immediately noticed his car parked near the back gates as we headed to it. So that’s why I didn’t see his car. We reached his car and he walked to the driver’s door, pulling his keys out. “Where are we going?”

“I’m taking you home.”

“What? Why?”

“What did I say to you when I left last night?” he asked instead.

“To stay put.”

“And?”

“You would be back.”

“And did I come back?”

“No.”

“So what do you think you should have done?” Run far away from you.

“I don’t know what should I have done?” I asked my voice dripping with bittersweet sarcasm. He gripped my upper arms and hemmed me up against the hood.

“You should have fucking listened,” he whispered against my lips. His unexpected kiss was surprisingly soft yet it still took away all the breath and strength I had, as always. But the pleasure I felt from having his lips devour mine wasn’t real. It was another mind game. One that had lingering effects on my mind and body.

I fought against it, forgetting the consequences of resisting him. A quick bite on my lip and his hand gripping my neck in warning caused me to soften against him with a needy moan. His touch put me on edge but his aggressiveness was what pushed me over.

I liked his kisses and his taste far too much. I shouldn’t like them at all but that didn’t keep me from standing on my toes so that I could reach more of him. He groaned and pulled me closer, pressing his erection hard against my stomach. I’d forgotten that he was angry with me. We didn’t feel like enemies right now. We felt like lovers.

“You should have listened,” he repeated absently, breaking our kiss just when I was ready to beg for more. “You should have stayed sway…”

His voice sounded strained while his lips trailed down my chin to my neck, biting and sucking. My head fell back, exposing more of my neck in surrender as he continued to bite his way down. When his lips reached my breasts he lifted his head and the cold look in his eyes caught me off guard.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t fuck you right here,” he barked. Before I could respond he flipped me around and pressed my upper body against the hood.

“Someone will see!” I blurted out in a panic, my voice a shriek in the night.

“Let them. I want them to see.”

“Why?” He pulled my hair back from my face and braced his hand on the hood by face.

“Because then they’ll know who owns you,” he whispered in my ear, surprising me with the possessiveness evident in his voice. I almost asked him to repeat it so that I could be sure. He was quiet now but I knew he was watching me. “Why did you come here?” he asked while his other hand ran down my back.

“I wanted to see the game.”

“You wanted to see the game,” he repeated slowly. “Who is playing tonight?” His hand touched my lower back and I could feel his thumb rubbing the dimples I had in my back.

“Piney.”

“Wrong.”

“Uh, Carver.”

“Try again.”

“I don’t know!”

“Why did you just lie to me?”

“Why can’t I be here? There is nothing I could do to you here.”

“Did…you…just…lie to me?”

“I – Willow wanted me to come.” I finally admitted.

“Willow.”

“Yes, my best friend? My only friend. Do you remember her?” I knew I was being defiant but didn’t care at moment.

“Yes, I’m starting to remember.” The ice in his tone was unmistakable.  “So, you disobeyed me because Willow asked you to?”

Oh shit. I just remembered that I wasn’t supposed to be friends with Willow anymore. “No that’s not what I meant. We –”

His hands gripped my ass, spreading my legs farther apart before his finger slid into my panties. I started to panic when his finger bypassed my pussy and lingered somewhere forbidden.  No freaking way. Just when I felt a full panic attack emerging he moved his finger back.

“So explain to me why you’re bent over my car with your ass in the air, about to be fucked, if you didn’t disobey me because Willow asked you to?”

“Because –” his fingers were now at my entrance and the words I would have spoken gave way to a breathy moan.

“I’m waiting.”

“I can’t talk with you…doing that.”

“Doing what? This?” A long finger entered me, followed by another, until he was torturing me with the slow thrust of his thick fingers.

“Please,” I heard the desperation in my own voice as I began moving my hips against him. We both knew what I was begging for.

“Come here,” he said, lifting me up until my back was against his hard chest and I melted into him. The sounds of the game were drowned out by what he was doing to me, making me forget that we were in a public place. Or I just didn’t care anymore. “Do you remember what I said would happen if you lied or disobeyed me again?” The ominous threat in his voice was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the fire he built up inside me.

“You said I would be sorry,” I answered, reluctantly.

“That’s right.” He kissed my cheek but it felt cruel. “And you will be sorry.”

* * *

The game was drawing to an end with both teams tied. Keiran was standing by the players on the bench talking to a few guys. I noticed they liked to look to him for playing advice and tips even though he wasn’t a football player. It’s amazing the type of admiration he gets around here. But then…I was the only one he was ever cruel to. Sure he’d been in many fights but what guy hasn’t? Still, Keiran was looked up to as some kind of role model and I didn’t understand it.