“Ignore it,” I growl at her, seeing Parker’s name on the screen.

“Oh God!” She grinds her pussy against my hand. “I’m coming, fuck that feels so fucking good.” She moans as she rolls her hips the best she can to hit all of her favorite spots.

The wet space between her legs gets even wetter as her climax takes over, and it’s so fucking sexy. I turn my gaze for a second and watch as a serene smile finds her face, and she turns to meet my eyes.

“Beautiful.” My voice is low and full of arousal after having watched, heard and felt her come all over my hand. I pull my hand from between her legs and run my tongue over my fingers, sliding them into my mouth and tasting her flavors.

“I can’t wait to blow you the second we’re in the house.” My nostrils flare at her words and I turn my concentration fully back to the road so I can get us there safely. In the high of the sex haze around us, we’d both forgotten about the phone call until her phone starts to ring again.

“Fuck.” She picks up the phone with a sigh. “Hey, I just got here.” I can’t hear exactly what he says on the other line but I can tell she glances at me before looking out the window. “I took an Uber.” More silence. “Well, I was actually thinking of going to my parent’s house tonight.” She puts a hand over her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose. “Sure… Did they say when you’re being discharged and you can come home? Tomorrow? Great.” She lets out a sigh. “I’ll see you then.” I can feel her eyes on me and when I turn to look at her, she mouths sorry. “Love you too,” she says before ending the call.

I see fucking red.

Chapter Eighteen

“JP…” she starts as soon as she gets off the phone, probably sensing my irritation over hearing her tell anyone she fucking loved them but me.

“Not now, Whitney.” I grip the steering wheel harder and I feel her hand on my shoulder.

“I don’t mean it. I just don’t know what to say when he says that right now.” She tells me as she pulls on her discarded underwear and leggings.

“I still have the taste of your pussy in my mouth and you just told another man you loved him? For fucking what?” I understood formalities and maybe I was being unreasonable but the reality of the situation hits me in the fucking face again.

She is not mine, yet.

She winces and I can see the guilt written all over her. “What was I supposed to say?”