Aubrey taps my forehead with her index finger. “Whatever you’ve got going on in that crazy brain of yours, don’t doubt you’re a good man.”

I sigh and stare into her green eyes before I cup her face in my hands. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

She drums her fingers against my chest. “You gave me this.”

I press my lips to hers and get lost in how much she means to me. Like always, I’m turned on by her slightest touch. “I’d like to give you a whole lot more if we had the time. It’s a good thing our ride will be here any minute, or otherwise you’d already be naked and beneath me begging for me to be inside you.”

Her breath comes out in ragged spurts and I know she wants it, just as much as I want to give it to her.

Almost as if on cue her ringtone goes off, filling the silence in the bathroom.

She leans her forehead against mine. “That’s probably him now.”

My hands fall to her waist. “Are sure you don’t want to reconsider staying here with me? Like I told you before, you don’t have to work. I’ll take care of you.”

She shakes her head as she picks up her phone and swipes the answer button. “Hello?”

I sigh and kiss her neck, trying my best to distract her.

“Hi, Brady. I know. It has been forever…we’re ready…oh, I’m sorry, my father probably forgot to tell you. My boyfriend’s here with me…okay, we’ll be down in five minutes.” She ends her calls and pushes me back a little. “Do you know how hard it is to have a conversation when you’re licking me like that?”

I grin. “Probably about as hard as it is for me to keep myself from throwing you down on that bed and not letting you out of this room.”

She rolls her eyes. “You’re impossible. He’s downstairs waiting for us.”

I push her auburn hair over her shoulder. “Well, let’s go if we have to. The sooner we leave, the sooner we can get back.”

I wiggle my eyebrows at her and she laughs. God, I’d do anything to hear her laugh like that all the time.

We make our way outside the hotel’s front door to find a white Audi R8. I study the car’s smooth flowing body-work and let out a low whistle. “This is a nice car.”

“It’s really pretty,” Aubrey says.

“Pretty? This thing is a V10, babe. There’s nothing pretty about this thing, it’s a bad-ass beast. Calling it pretty insults it,” I say.

She shrugs. “It’s just a car.”

I’m pretty sure my ears are bleeding. I can’t believe she called this fine piece of workmanship just a car. Being a man into speed, I know my cars. Most men would give their left nut for this. “Kitten, this is a dream car. I’m sure some spoiled shit-stain owns it and babies the fuck out of it. What a waste.”

Before I have a chance to say anything else, the passenger door pops open and a man gets out.

“Brady!” Aubrey’s voice holds a little too much excitement for my liking. “Wow! Look at you.”

The man smiles at her and removes the dark sunglasses from his face, before shoving his brown hair away from his forehead. His eyes lock on my girlfriend and his gaze travels down the length of her body, lasting a little too long on her tits. My fingers curl into tight fists at my side. “Aubrey? Oh, my God. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? You’ve grown up well.”

This is going to be even worse than I thought. This is a well-off, pretty-boy douchebag—just the kind of man The Judge wants his daughter to be with.

Kitten rushes around me to greet Brady the moment he steps around the car and his feet land on the sidewalk. I know I said I wasn’t going to be jealous, but damn if I don’t feel a little twinge of it eating at me inside. When I see them hug, I instantly want to pull them apart, and punch him in the face.

I’m so lost in thought I don’t even hear Aubrey introduce me. I’m brought back to reality when Brady extends his right hand to me. “I’m Brady. It’s good to meet you, man.”

Our hands clap together. “What’s up? I’m Riff.”

Aubrey raises her eyebrow at me, and I know it’s because I introduced myself with my stage name. She and her family call me by my birth name, but I would prefer the general population stick to the other. Aubrey and her parents calling me Zach reminds me to keep things real with them.

Brady stares down at Aubrey. “You ready to go? We have a reservation in fifteen minutes.”

“Sure,” she says. “I’ll sit in the back.”

Both Brady and I stare at the sports car in front of us.

“Babe, this car doesn’t have a back seat,” I tell her.

She twists her berry-stained lips. “How are we all going to ride over to the restaurant? Can we follow you, Brady?”

Brady scratches his temple. “That’s the other thing. I only made the reservation for two and it’s lunch time, so I’m not sure if they’ll be able to accommodate a third person. I wish your father would’ve told me you’d be bringing a guest.”

Immediately I feel like I’m imposing. While I’m sure Aubrey would love for me to go with her, I’m sure she can handle this on her own. I trust her, it’s this fucking pretty boy that I have an issue with. He can’t keep his fucking eyes off her. I know that look of wanting to stick your cock inside a woman. I’ve perfected that fucking look.

I sigh and fold my arms across my chest. Brady’s wide eyes trace the patterns of my ink, and I can tell it makes him a little uncomfortable. I smirk. “You two go on ahead, babe. I’m sure you can take notes and fill me in on the game plan when you get back.”