Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
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Shockingly, we hit the two-and-a-half-week mark with no sex. Technically, it would be three weeks in two days. Dean stood at the other end of the aisle in the store we were at. He wore a gray long-sleeved shirt that hugged his arms and his leather jacket over it and his usual jeans.
I had to admit, he looked good.
Really good.
I moved toward him, pinching his ass as I walked by. He jumped, glare settling on me. "Don't be all grumpy," I told him. "Just cave."
"No."
I rolled my eyes. My goal was to break him. I would. He would lose.
Plus, if I could get him to cave, I still get what I want and win.
I wrapped my arms around his torso from behind, pressing my body against his. With my cheek pressed to his bicep, I leaned into him, sliding a hand under his shirt and dragging my nails along the waistband of his jeans.
"Ria, stop that," he said, voice low and gravelly. "We're in public."
"You don't care."
"Normally, I don't, but if you keep touching me--"
"You're going to cave," I filled in.
Dean shot me a glare. "I'm not. You will."
I stepped away from him. "We both know that's not true."
Dean slid his hand across my side then dipped down to the small of my back, guiding me toward the register. After paying for the beer and snacks, we headed back out to the car.
He opened my door for me, grumbling under his breath as he shut the door. I smiled up at him as he passed the case of beer and the bag of snacks through the window.
I watched as he rounded the car. Even the way he walked was hot. It was ridiculous. I should punish him for it, honestly.
He slid into the seat next to me, starting the car. With one hand on the wheel, he turned to look over his shoulder as he reversed out of the parking space.
The worst part was he wasn't even doing these things intentionally with the hope of turning me on. It just did.
What kind of fucked up shit was that?
The car ride was mostly silent, which I had come to enjoy. The quiet was comfortable with him.
When we finally got back to the motel, we headed for the room where we left a sleeping Sam.
"What if we both agree to cave at the same time?" Dean suggested. "Then we both win. Or both lose. Whatever."
"No can do, Winchester," I said. "You will lose. I will win. I don't need you." I patted his cheek. "I can take care of myself."
