Free Where You Can Find Me by Fiona Cole Page A

driveway at seven-thirty I quickly ran out to meet him. When I turned from locking my front door he was by his truck waiting for me. As I got closer, I could make out the smirk on his mouth and as I rounded his truck to the passenger side, he placed a hand on my lower back, guiding me. As though crossing some divide when we reached my door, he roughly pushed me back against the truck, his hands caging me in.
    Shocked, I looked up and saw a fiery heat behind his blue eyes before his mouth came crashing down on mine. There was no slow start, building up to something more passionate, no restraint. Jack gave me the passionate frustration he had been feeling since last night all in that one kiss. He pushed his hands into my hair while he savagely opened my mouth with his tongue demanding entrance. I gave no resistance.
    He swept me up in his storm of desire and I willingly went along. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close to me. As the shock of his attack settled down I began to give as good as I got. I rubbed my tongue against his, dueling for dominance. I wanted to stoke his fire hotter and make him push for more. I was baiting an animal and I was fearless in my task. That almighty high of power surged through me and I wanted to know I had some control over his desire. I wanted to know I could evoke more from him with a moan from my lips.
    So I did. I rubbed my breasts against him and moaned deep in my throat letting him know what he did to me. He answered my challenge by pushing his dick into my stomach pinning me harder against the truck. I took the moment to move side to side rubbing against him. With a deep growl coming from his chest he pulled my hands from his back and pinned them to the truck, pulling his lips away.
    “Enough,” he said in his deep sexy voice. “God, woman. What the hell do you do to me?”
    I shyly looked down at the ground with a Cheshire smile, only to peek up at him through my lashes seductively. At least I hoped it was. “I don’t do anything.”
    “Bullshit you don’t.” He leaned down and gave me a soft peck on my lips. “It’s probably for the best you met me out here and not let me come to your door. We might not have left. Now get in before I change my mind and drag you to the nearest bed.”
    As I climbed into his truck, he gave me a slap on the ass.
    As he drove out of my subdivision, I asked, “So where are you taking me tonight, Jack?”
    “It’s a place a buddy and I go for drinks. The atmosphere is nice and the food is great. They have a small dance floor and I have been eager to see you dance for me again.” He looked over with a wink.
    “Hmm? What’s the name, maybe I have heard of it?”
    “King’s.”
    Oh.
    Fuck.
    Me.
    The playful smile fell from my lips. Thankfully Jack had his eyes on the road and couldn’t see the panic playing out on my face. Maybe there was another King’s? I swallowed trying to get my voice to come out as calm as possible. “Oh … Umm … Where is it? Is it far?”
    “No, it’s close to the Mt. Adam’s area.”
    My eyes widened and I tried to calm down. Of all the bars he could have taken me to he was taking me to my brother’s. Shit.
    It was okay. It would be okay. Jameson usually worked in the back doing paperwork Friday nights. Maybe I would luck out. Maybe Jameson wouldn’t even notice I was there and wouldn’t pull his big brother act and embarrass me and ruin my night and make me hate him forever. Maybe … maybe.
    I could hear the maniacal I-was-about-to-lose-my-shit laughter building in my head and hoped that it would stay there so I didn’t look like a raging lunatic in front of Jack. Then I wouldn’t have to worry about Jameson because I would ruin it all by myself.
    Jack saved me from my inner crazy dialogue by asking if I was alright.
    “Yeah! Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” I might have sounded a little too jovial and I knew the smile on my face leaned closer to crazy than happy. But Jack seemed to be