I escorted Tabitha back to my car with the 'fancy doors' she liked to tease me with.

Like a gentleman, I opened the car door for her. I had promised myself that I would behave gentlemanly for the evening. Which also meant not jumping her. Stupidest fucking idea I'd had in a long, long time. I was dying to kiss her. Touch her. Do more to her. I'd also failed with the whole no-swearing thing, but the godsdamned light show had been delayed for some fucked up reason and I hadn't wanted Tabitha to miss out on it. The light show was the very reason why I'd taken her here for our date.

Tabitha ducked inside the Bugatti, putting her handbag down by her feet, and buckled up her seatbelt. I jogged around the car to the driver's side and got behind the wheel. The engine purred into life when I flipped the ignition, and then we were gliding away, turning onto the road and joining the traffic winding around the lake, to head home to the Deniuads estate.

The city fell away when we left the highways to traverse the quiet country roads, the landscape flying by in a blur of black. Music played as we traveled onwards. Tabitha tapped her heeled foot to the beat of The Pretenders, singing softly to Don't Get Me Wrong. As she sang, I covertly stole glances at her. She'd undone a few of the buttons to her jacket, and beneath her peacoat, Tabitha was a prim fucking wet dream in her demure outfit, the cream pleated skirt and matching cardigan, black tights and high heels.

Pity that I was so adamant about acting like a gentleman tonight.

Idiot.

The headlights cut through the night, the road streaming behind us as we neared the estate. I tapped my thumb on the steering wheel anxious to find out when we were going to meet again. Okay, so she wanted to go stargazing with her aunt tomorrow night. Cool. Whatever. Trying not to act like a whiny sad sap, I cleared my voice and asked casually, "So, there's this really awesome band we should check out the night after your stargazing."

Tabitha angled herself on the seat to face me better. Her cute freckled nose wrinkled in apology. "Sorry, I'm not free that night either. I have the Stag Party to go to."

I turned to her with exaggerated slowness. What the fuck did she just say? "Stag Party?"

"I'm Oswin's Best Man," she replied, beaming with pride. "There's a lot of responsibility that comes with the position, including making sure the groom has a good time at his Stag Party."

My voice was a low, grumble, almost like a warning shot. "Who else is going?"

"Oh, most of Oswin's friends," she replied airily, turning to face frontwards again.

"Tomas?"

She nodded. "Yes, I do believe he'll be there."

My voice was a strangled note. "Any other girls?"

"Oh, no, it's just going to be me."

My fingers tightened so hard on the steering wheel that my knuckles burned white. I kept my eyes on the road ahead of me so I didn't give away the dark scowl creasing my face.

Just Tabitha Catt and a whole bunch of guys.

One gorgeous, sweet girl amongst all those boys, pumped up on freedom for the night, one of them being Boy-Band-Tomas, whom she'd had a crush on only until recently.

There was determination threading through the annoyance in her voice when she said. "Ugh, I am so sick and tired of them thinking that I'm uptight and don't have any fun. That all I am is a workaholic and a stickler for the rules. They're going to see how much fun I am at the Stag Party, Varen."

"You are fun."

"I know I'm fun."

FUCK!

I knew she was fun.

She was my kind of fun.

I sure as hells didn't want her to be anyone else's kind of fun.

We come upon our meeting spot, not too far from the gates to the Deniauds estate. Tabitha had driven her Nana car here and parked it behind a copse of trees lining the road.

I pulled over, the Bugatti bumping over the verge as I drove it to the small clearing where she'd left her car. Turning off the sportscar, but leaving the headlights on, I popped the door open and hurried around to open her door for her. Holding her hand, a fiery crackle and zing rushed over my skin, and my heart fucking somersaulted in my chest at the feel of her hands in mine. I helped her out of the car, trying to get my shit together.

We stood in front of one another. She adjusted the strap of her handbag over her shoulder, smiling sweetly up at me. "Thank you for a lovely evening, Varen."

"My pleasure."

Act like a gentleman. Act like a gentleman.

Act like a fucking gentleman!

I wanted to wrap my fist into her peacoat and yank her in for a kiss-fest. Instead, I bent my head and gave her a quick chaste kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight."

When I straightened, Tabitha was staring at me with expectancy that slowly faded into a perplexed shell-shocked look with every long-ass second that passed in awkward silence. "Um ... Goodnight?"

She turned and walked away, darting a confused glance over her shoulder at why I hadn't attempted anything more with her.

Hells-gate!

I'm trying to prove I can be chivalrous!—I wanted to bellow—I'm an idiot, forgive me!

Her footstep slowed and she stopped. Then she turned around, and at first, I thought she was striding for me, but she angled herself toward my sports car. Unslinging her handbag she dropped it to the grassy ground and then did a little bounce on her heels to spring up to sit on top of the hood of the Bugatti.

What is she doing?

Crossing those long legs of hers, she leaned back on her hands and gave me a flirty smile. The golden wave of her hair slipped down her chest when she tilted her head, and then said, "You know, Varen, I've never made out with anyone on top of a $100,000 sports car."

"The Bugatti actually is $400,000."

Her mouth fell open and she shrieked, jumping off the car., spinning around and skimming her hands over the hood frantically. "Oh my,"—a pause—"Oh my,"—another pause, before wailing—"I can't believe it costs that much. What if I dented it!"

A chuckle erupted from my throat. I quickly made my way behind Tabitha, twirling her around and taking her hands in mine. "It's okay, really. You won't have dented it. Fuck, I wouldn't care if you set it on fire."

Relief flowed from her. Then she grinned, wiggling her eyebrows. "Really? I've always wanted to set a car on fire."

My laugh deepened, warming my body. I slid my hands around her waist and I picked her up, placing her carefully on top of the hood of the Bugatti, and leaned down slightly so we were at eye level. "I've never made out with anyone on top of a $400,000 car. How about we—"

"Shut up and just kiss me already!" she hissed. Bunching her finger around my jacket collar, she yanked me to her and slammed her lips against mine, and kissed the fuck out of me.

My cock stiffened immediately, eager and willing.

She spread her legs, her prim pleated skirt riding high up her thighs as she hooked them around my hips. "I'm so turned on, Varen." Her sweet lips swept over mine frantically. Glorious pleasure erupted all over my body in bursts as vibrant as the light show when her tongue pushed into my mouth to wickedly flick my own. "So turned on," she kept on mumbling into our kiss. "All I've been wanting all night was for you to kiss me."

"Sorry, sorry, " I mumbled back, sliding my greedy mouth over her satiny lips, nipping and licking. "I was trying to be a gentleman."

"I don't want a gentleman. I want the other Varen. The dirty talking handsy Varen."

We were grabbing at one another. I was tearing at the buttons of her peacoat and she was doing the same to my jacket. A groan rumbled up my throat as her hot tongue licked up my neck and her fingers molded around my cock begging to be released from the confines of my pants.

She was clearly better at unbuttoning jackets than I was and she quickly had my jacket undone. Her seductive little hand stroked downward straight for my thick erection. The first brush of her palm had my cock jerking in excitement and me muttering, "Hells, fuck, hells."

I finally got past the barrier of her peacoat, flinging it wide, running my hands up and down her sides, cupping her delightfully perky breasts and pinching her nipples. Sliding a hand down to her skirt and up under it, I pushed into her tights and panties, finally burrowing my fingers into her slick pussy. "You're always wet and ready for me," I hissed, before sucking her soft earlobe into my mouth. My eyes rolled back in my head at the tight, wet feel of her.

"I am, I am, I am," she strangled out, giving a full-body shudder at my breath teasing her sensitive ear.

I began to thrust my fingers into her and she rocked against me. "Oooooh so, so good..."

"You're so fucking hot, tabby cat."

She arched into my touch, grinding down on my pumping fingers while she stroked my swollen shaft, up and down, up and fucking down. I gyrated against her, my cock kicking at the erotic touch, my mind turning to mush under the intense pleasure. I moaned louder and louder with every pass of her hand. Gods that felt so good. So fucking good. "I'm going to blow my fucking load if you keep doing that."

"Do it!"

"I can't keep jizzing in my pants like a teenager!"

There's no fucking way I was going to drive home with sticky jizzed pants.

She kept up her sinful stroking. Both of us were breathing heavily, our mouths fusing back together. Tabitha's moans became more slurred and her fingers gripped my cock harder as she taunted me. "Oh, oh, oh..." she moaned with the tell-tale sound of her climax about to hit.

"Give it to me," I hissed, my fingers curling and rubbing her g-spot, my thumb circling her clit. And then I blew a warm breath into her ear.

That's all she needed to come all over my fingers in a gush of heat and liquid, her legs hitched around my hips quivering. "Varen ... oh my godsomygodsohmygods..."

Oh fuck.

I felt my own climax barrelling down my spine like a laser strike heading straight for my balls. My lips crashed over hers, and I swallowed down the garbled mess of words she groaned in a low, sultry voice, just as my hips bucked uncontrollably and I grunted, unloading sticky spurts of come in my pants, my knees wobbling beneath me.

Hells.

Hellllls.

Hellllllllls.

When I came too, huffing for breath, I grimaced at the fucking jizz sticking my boxers to my skin like gladwrap. I was still in a half-world of pleasure when Tabitha jumped down from my car, busily straightening her clothes right. Bending down, she scooped up her handbag and dug around inside it. As I leaned against the Bugatti, orgasm-drunk, and my mind still spinning, she slapped a handful of wet wipe sachets into my hand. "There, you can use these to clean yourself up. You can thank me later for being overly prepared for any sticky situation," the little minx said with a cheeky wink.

Rising up on her tippy toes, she kissed me softly on the cheek. "Goodnight, Varen."

"Goodnight, Tabitha," I puffed out, grinning like an idiot.

With a bright grin, she waved her fingers at me. "See you in the morning."

Yes, she would.

~THE END~