Hot Finish (Fast Track #3)(19)
Author: Erin McCarthy

“Pretty?” he said in horror. “Wow, thanks, Suz, that’s what every man wants to hear. You make it sound like I should slap a bow on my dick and take pictures of it.”

“I’d pay money to see that. Not that I have any money. But I’d dig in the couch cushions for change for a glimpse of a pink bow around you.”

“It’s not going to happen. My pretty little penis is staying naked in my pants.”

“I never said it was little.”

“Just pretty.” Ryder picked up a stick and hurled it into the fire, where it collided with a log and sent sparks popping and flying.

Lord save her from men and their fragile egos. “What should I have said? It was daunting?”

“Never mind. I’m sorry I brought it up.”

“Me, too, because I feel like you’re trying to ask me something, only I don’t know what the question is.”

“There’s no question.” Ryder had his hands dangling over his knees and she wondered how he could keep his balance like that. The man was definitely in better shape than she was.

“No?”

“No. I know the answer. Sex between you and me was explosive. It was hot and wet and exciting, every single time. My body belonged inside your body and we drove each other wild.”

Suzanne could honestly say she hadn’t expected him to say that. Holy sexy . . . Sucking in her breath she stared at Ryder, his expression smoldering and intense and determined. Her ni**les had hardened beneath her vest, and her inner thighs were tingling. The man spoke the truth. They had driven each other wild, and just thinking about it now was doing interesting things to her insides.

She didn’t know how to respond, her thoughts were jumbled and confused, the only thing coming through with any clarity was the fact that her body was one hundred percent aroused by Ryder’s words. Her girl bits were saying they knew exactly how to talk to Ryder.

“If we were alone, I’d kiss you again,” he said.

That wouldn’t be a bad thing.

“I would make you so hot, so desperate for me, you wouldn’t be able to walk away this time.”

Oh, really? He’d had her at the description of their love life. She’d even been leaning toward the kiss. But then he ruined it with that last part.

Suzanne tamped a lid on her libido and stood up. “Well, this is me walking away. There is no kiss and I’m out of here.”

Arrogant son of a bitch. Telling her that she wouldn’t be able to walk away. Please.

“What?” Ryder leaped to his feet. “Why? Where the hell are you going?”

“I’m going home.” Suzanne fished in her pocket for her car keys. “I’m tired and this is pointless. I brought Nikki here safe and sound and now she’s Jonas’s problem.” A glance over showed Jonas didn’t look like he minded the burden in his lap, given the way his hand was making inroads on Nikki’s inner thigh. “As for me and you, it’s pointless to even talk about our sex life. That’s over and done.”

“You’re not really driving all the way home are you? If you’re tired, just stay here.”

Ryder reached for her arm but she dodged it. “Imogen, I’m heading home. Are you staying or riding with me?”

Imogen looked to Ty. “Am I staying or going home?”

“Hello. Staying.” Ty made a face like it wasn’t even worth a question, his arm snugly around her shoulders. “Thanks for driving on up here, Suz. Are you sure you don’t want to stay?”

Nikki and Jonas were still making out, and at some point Evan and Nikki’s friend had disappeared, presumably into his tent. “At Camp Get-It-On? Sweet of you to offer, but no thanks.”

“I’ll ride home with Suzanne,” Ryder said, heading toward one of the tents. “Just let me grab my duffel bag.”

And who exactly had he asked if that would be okay? “No, you’re not.”

Ryder stopped in midstride. “You’re not driving back alone.”

“I’m a big girl. I can manage.”

“You’re tired. I’m going with you.” Ryder gave her a stern look, one that irritated the shit out of her. “Give me two seconds to get my bag.”

As if. The minute he entered the tent, Suzanne waved to Imogen and Ty and whirled around to head to the driveway.

“Suzanne . . .” Imogen was pushing herself out of the lawn chair. “I’ll go with you.”

“I’m fine. Stay with Ty.” She gave her a friend a look that said to drop it. Imogen knew her, and knew when she said it was fine, it was. If there was one thing Suzanne could say with certainty it was that she always spoke her mind with her friends.

Imogen nodded and sank back down. “Alright. Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe.”

“Of course. Have fun.” She was just starting down the path when Ryder reemerged, bag in hand.

“Damn it, Suzanne, wait for me.”

You know what? She just didn’t feel like it. It was childish and petty, but she was exhausted and fed the f**k up with her week, her bank account, and her life.

So she walked faster.

Beeping her car unlocked, she jumped in and started the engine.

Ryder tried to get in the passenger door but it was locked. Suzanne put the car in reverse and took her foot off the brake so that it started to roll. Ryder pounded on the window. “Let me in.”

“No!”

“Suzanne, I swear to God, I’ll jump on the hood of your car if you don’t stop.”

He wouldn’t do that. “I’m not stopping.” Suzanne glanced behind her and gave the gas pedal a slight push to emphasize her point.

The pounding impact had her whipping her head around and slamming on the brakes. He’d done it. Holy shit, he’d actually done it. Ryder was on the hood of her car, struggling to hold on to her wiper blades. “What the hell are you doing! Are you crazy?”

His face was only a foot in front of hers, even though a sheet of glass separated him. “Unlock the goddamn door.”

The expression on his face was so scary, Suzanne didn’t even hesitate. She hit the button, not wanting to be responsible for him falling off the hood of her car and being run over when she starting driving, which she was going to do. Damn, he pissed her off. Of all the nerve, leaping on her car to prove a point, which was a stupid point to begin with.

“You have sixty seconds to get your butt in this car or I’m hitting the gas, and I don’t give a shit what I run over on you. Your pretty dick is going to lose its place in the penis pageant after it’s had an SUV roll over it.”