then squeeze her cheeks with both fists. She jolts and throws her head back laughing.
She beams at me. "Deal, Dr. Jordan." Oh, I'm Dr. Jordan now? All right, beautiful, I'll play doctor with you.
"Let me pack up the parachute. Our ride is waiting through the trees over there."
"How is Frank Jr. getting back?" She places her hand over her eyes to shade the sunlight.
"Frank Sr. will come pick him up," I say with a chuckle. "I promised Frank Jr. he could drive my Jag if he came in on his Saturday off and filmed us."
"You're letting him drive your Jag?" Her mouth falls open.
I shrug. "Sure. It's only a car." I grab the chute and walk toward the line of trees on the opposite end of the field. Ivy catches up to me. "Frank Jr. is a good kid." I grin and peer down at her. "Plus, Shane will be tailing him the whole time."
She bursts out laughing and claps her hands together. "I knew it!"
"What? You didn't think I was that stupid, did you? He's a teenage boy for Christ's sake. Nobody fucks in my Jag." I drape my arm over her shoulders, pull her to me, and whisper, "Except us."
Chapter 5
Jacade
We trek across the drop zone toward the line of trees. She steps through the branches I hold up for her and gapes at her next surprise parked in all its glory.
A custom order, fully loaded 2016 Dodge Challenger Hellcat. Red for her fiery personality, decked out in chrome accents, a thick black racing stripe down the hood, and an insane 707-horsepower engine. I would've loved to get her a vintage muscle car, but they don't have all the safety features I require. She might have preferred a new Mustang, but they make me think of the Mustang she stole the night she ran from me, not to mention the whole mess with my beastly stepfather. No more Mustangs for Ivy.
I tighten my grip and tug on her hand. "Come on." She stumbles, so I slow my pace to give her shorter legs a chance to keep up.
"Wow! Sweet ride. Is it yours?" Her voice turns titillating as hell when she talks about cars.
She bumps into me when I stop walking, our gazes glued to the impressive vehicle standing before us. The fall sunrays bounce off the brilliant red paint. The soft lines of the body impersonate my tempting and curvy Ivy lying on her side.
"Nope." I turn my head to watch her face. "Yours." I dangle the key in front of her.
"What? No way." She gawks at the car, mouth open wide. I'm tempted to place my finger under her chin and raise her jaw to prevent flies from taking up residence in there. Or my hard dick.
"Yes way." I snort at my own response.
"But, I... Wait, what?" Her head turns to me and she squints in the sun.
"I gathered you weren't fond of the SUV Bernard bought you. Thought you might want more power at your command." And I get to drive it too.
She steps in front of me and turns to face me. "Are you giving me a car?"
"Yep. But since I bought it, I'm driving."
I arch my head toward her and grin. "Wanna ride, doll face?"
She quirks her lips to the side, then snatches the key out of my hand.
"Hell naw! I wanna drive." She sprints around the hood to the driver's side.
I chuckle and open the passenger-side door. Tossing the chute and our gear in the back seat, I say to her, "You can drive, princess, but I better get one hell of a ride."
***
Ivy
The glossy navigation screens and gages on the retro dashboard of the Challenger take a while to decipher. After a quick check to make sure the car is in neutral, the engine roars to life with a touch of my finger on the ignition button, and the intense vibration jiggles the cellulite on my thighs. I tap the gas pedal and the V8 engine thunders like 707 thoroughbreds are actually harnessed under the hood waiting for the gate to rise at the Derby.
I smile and tilt my head toward him. "How did you know I could drive a stick?"
The corner of his mouth curves up. "Lucky guess."
I press in the clutch and the gearshift moves into first like a hot knife through butter.
Jacade's stare weighs on my
She beams at me. "Deal, Dr. Jordan." Oh, I'm Dr. Jordan now? All right, beautiful, I'll play doctor with you.
"Let me pack up the parachute. Our ride is waiting through the trees over there."
"How is Frank Jr. getting back?" She places her hand over her eyes to shade the sunlight.
"Frank Sr. will come pick him up," I say with a chuckle. "I promised Frank Jr. he could drive my Jag if he came in on his Saturday off and filmed us."
"You're letting him drive your Jag?" Her mouth falls open.
I shrug. "Sure. It's only a car." I grab the chute and walk toward the line of trees on the opposite end of the field. Ivy catches up to me. "Frank Jr. is a good kid." I grin and peer down at her. "Plus, Shane will be tailing him the whole time."
She bursts out laughing and claps her hands together. "I knew it!"
"What? You didn't think I was that stupid, did you? He's a teenage boy for Christ's sake. Nobody fucks in my Jag." I drape my arm over her shoulders, pull her to me, and whisper, "Except us."
Chapter 5
Jacade
We trek across the drop zone toward the line of trees. She steps through the branches I hold up for her and gapes at her next surprise parked in all its glory.
A custom order, fully loaded 2016 Dodge Challenger Hellcat. Red for her fiery personality, decked out in chrome accents, a thick black racing stripe down the hood, and an insane 707-horsepower engine. I would've loved to get her a vintage muscle car, but they don't have all the safety features I require. She might have preferred a new Mustang, but they make me think of the Mustang she stole the night she ran from me, not to mention the whole mess with my beastly stepfather. No more Mustangs for Ivy.
I tighten my grip and tug on her hand. "Come on." She stumbles, so I slow my pace to give her shorter legs a chance to keep up.
"Wow! Sweet ride. Is it yours?" Her voice turns titillating as hell when she talks about cars.
She bumps into me when I stop walking, our gazes glued to the impressive vehicle standing before us. The fall sunrays bounce off the brilliant red paint. The soft lines of the body impersonate my tempting and curvy Ivy lying on her side.
"Nope." I turn my head to watch her face. "Yours." I dangle the key in front of her.
"What? No way." She gawks at the car, mouth open wide. I'm tempted to place my finger under her chin and raise her jaw to prevent flies from taking up residence in there. Or my hard dick.
"Yes way." I snort at my own response.
"But, I... Wait, what?" Her head turns to me and she squints in the sun.
"I gathered you weren't fond of the SUV Bernard bought you. Thought you might want more power at your command." And I get to drive it too.
She steps in front of me and turns to face me. "Are you giving me a car?"
"Yep. But since I bought it, I'm driving."
I arch my head toward her and grin. "Wanna ride, doll face?"
She quirks her lips to the side, then snatches the key out of my hand.
"Hell naw! I wanna drive." She sprints around the hood to the driver's side.
I chuckle and open the passenger-side door. Tossing the chute and our gear in the back seat, I say to her, "You can drive, princess, but I better get one hell of a ride."
***
Ivy
The glossy navigation screens and gages on the retro dashboard of the Challenger take a while to decipher. After a quick check to make sure the car is in neutral, the engine roars to life with a touch of my finger on the ignition button, and the intense vibration jiggles the cellulite on my thighs. I tap the gas pedal and the V8 engine thunders like 707 thoroughbreds are actually harnessed under the hood waiting for the gate to rise at the Derby.
I smile and tilt my head toward him. "How did you know I could drive a stick?"
The corner of his mouth curves up. "Lucky guess."
I press in the clutch and the gearshift moves into first like a hot knife through butter.
Jacade's stare weighs on my
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