My Prison Pen Pal

Chapter 20

The darkness outside is adding to the ominous vibe of tonight as Braden and I drive to Manny's, a dive bar in Seattle. Dave texted Braden this bar as the location to meet tonight, saying it is most safe and inconspicuous to meet in public. Dave mentioned something about not being able to fully trust his gang right now, so meeting together in public instead of at the house is the best option. After what Sugar did to me, I think he is being extra careful.

I glance over at Braden, who is in the driver's seat and focused on the road. The warmth of his palm on my thigh sends butterflies to my stomach, making me rake my eyes down his handsome figure. Right now I can't see much of him though as we were told to dress in disguise. Braden is dressed in an extremely baggy sweatshirt that's hood is pulled up and over a ball cap that hides his face. He is also wearing oversized black sweats and high-top Nikes. As for me, I treated this as more of a Halloween costume opportunity.

    My hair is tucked under a chin-length red wig, and I am also wearing circular glasses, an orange puffy vest, and a black skirt. I am channeling Velma tonight, trying to get to the bottom of this mystery.

    "Why are you looking at me like that?"

    Braden whispers huskily, not taking his intense gaze off the road. I swallow and trace his sharp jawline with my eyes.

    "Like what?"

    I ask, pretending to be oblivious. He chuckles slowly and cracks a smirk.

    "I didn't know sweatpants and a sweatshirt turned you on so much babe."

    Braden looks over at me and pointedly looks down at my crossed legs. I blush, embarrassed, not even realizing that I crossed my legs to cope with my slight wetness.

    "Sorry, I must be in a mood or something today."

    I say, turning my head and looking out the window, noticing that we are pulling into the parking lot. Braden pulls into a spot, turns off the ignition, and grasps my chin, turning my head towards him.

    "I'm feeling it too. But, it might just be because of how sexy you look in that wig or how tight that little skirt is."

    I feel him tighten his hand on my thigh and lean into my right ear. I let out a small breathy moan.

    "Or it's because I haven't been able to touch you for a week now. Thankfully, tonight I think you're up for it, huh?"

    Breathlessly, I nod and close my eyes at the intoxicating feeling of his breath hitting my ear.

    "And when I fuck you tonight, I want you to keep the wig and that little skirt on. How does that sound, baby?"

    I let out a moan when he moves his strong, rough hand down my neck, tightens it, and runs his hot, wet tongue along the spot under my ear. Just as soon as he started though, he takes his hands off me, hops out of the car, opens up my door for me, and reaches out his hand nonchalantly.

    "Ready to go? We can't be late."

    I roll my eyes and take his hand, annoyed at him for getting me all hot and bothered without acting on anything.

    "Bastard."

    I mumble under my breath. Braden laughs sinisterly, opens the door to Manny's, and guides me inside. The bar is a normal dive bar, with bottles hanging on the wall, multiple beers on tap, people at tables as well as standing at the bar, dirty-looking lights, and the smell of peanuts. Braden points to a dimly lit booth in the back corner where my brother and a woman with black and purple hair are sitting. I follow behind Braden, holding his hand tightly, as we make our way to the booth. Dave stands up from the booth and embraces me into a warm and protective hug.