Mr. Irrelevant (Rock City Renegades #1)

by C.L. Rose

We say our goodbyes, and Sydney leaves us, disappearing back into the club. I carry Liv to the passenger seat of my truck, carefully setting her inside and reaching to fasten her seatbelt. As soon as I lean over her body, a set of warm, wet lips presses to my neck. My cock thickens inside my sweatpants at the contact, a low groan climbing up my chest as her tongue begins to trace the sensitive skin. I start to get lost in the sensation, but thankfully, I have just enough sense to pull back before we get carried away. “Bad girl,” I scold with a grin. She bites her lip innocently, but the look in her eyes screams that her thoughts in this moment are anything but. “You can’t be turning me on in public like that. You’re going to get us in trouble. I’m a weak man—far too weak not to bend you over my tailgate and turn that ass red if you aren’t careful.” “Ooh,” she replies playfully, doing a little shimmy with her shoulders. “Punish me, Daddy.” A choked cough bursts from my throat, desire flowing like molten hot lava through my veins. I’ve never been called that before, but the way it sounds falling from her plump lips in a mixture of sweetness and sin—fuck. I want her to say it again. Preferably while I sink into her from behind with a fistful of hair. “You’re gonna pay for that, baby,” I murmur, enjoying the shuddered breath that slowly leaks from her lungs. “But not here. And not when you’ve been drinking.” “Boooooo,” she jeers with a pout, giving me a cute little thumbs down...