The Forever of Ella and Micha

and the band.”
    Lila glances at Ella unsurely and when Ella nods, she sighs. “Alright, I’ll hang out with her… I guess. But where are they going?”
    “Just to dinner, I think,” I tell her as Naomi exits from backstage and makes her way across the room toward us.
    “Ready to go?” Naomi asks Lila in a formal tone and gives Ella a tight smile. “Hi, Ella, how are you?”
    “Great,” Ella replies nonchalantly and her jaw spasms.
    There’s an awkward silence that only girls can create.
    “Okay then, I guess we should get going.” Naomi raises her eyebrows and motions for Lila to come with her as she leaves for the back.
    “
Please
hurry,” Lila says pressingly and trudges after Naomi toward the back area.
    I tug Ella eagerly toward the front door, shoving people out of my way. When we step outside, I grab her arm, whirl her around, and pick her up.
    “Where’s your car?” I ask as she hitches her legs around my waist and my dick instantly gets hard.
    She loops her arms around the back of my neck and her green eyes sparkle underneath the streetlights. “It’s parked out back.”
    I stumble blindly down the dark alley as I kiss her fiercely and tangle my fingers in her long, auburn hair that smells sweetly of vanilla. I trip over the curb at the end, but regain my balance without breaking the kiss. My hand cups her ass and the other one explores the soft skin of her thigh.
    “Did you wear this skirt just for me, so I’d have easy access?” I murmur against her lips as my fingers inch up her leg.
    Laughing against my mouth, she pinches my ass. “You at least have to get us in the car before you start doing stuff to me.”
    “Yeah right.” I caress her tongue with mine, savoring her, before moving away. “I’m planning on throwing you down on the hood right here, right now.”
    She restrains a smile. “No way. There are people everywhere.”
    My eyes skim the dark parking lot and a few perverts sitting on a dropped tailgate of a truck are watching us. “Fine, point taken… Where’s Lila’s car?”
    A guilty look crosses her face like she’s done something wrong. “I guess I forgot to tell you, but Lila’s dad towed her car away a little while ago, so we had to borrow a car.”
    I glance around again. “Which one is it?”
    She points over her shoulder at a car parked toward the back. “The red Mustang right there.”
    I eye her over suspiciously. “Where did you two find someone who would let you borrow their Mustang?”
    “Someone I know from school.” She shrugs coolly. “It’s not that big of a deal.”
    “Was this person a guy?”
    “Um… yeah… it’s Blake’s, but it doesn’t mean anything. In fact, we dropped him off in Riverside at his girlfriend’s house.”
    My arms start to loosen around her as I decide whether to put her down on the ground or keep her close. “So not only did he let you drive his car, but he drove with you?”
    “Micha, stop it.” She constricts her legs around my waist, refusing to let me go. “You’re on the road all the time with Naomi and I let it be. Besides, you’re always telling me to trust you, and you need to do the same.”
    Fuck. She has a point, but I’m still jealous. It is a first for me and I’m not a fan of it.
    Shaking it off, I walk for the car again, resolving to keep hold of her. Gripping onto my shoulder with one hand, she gets the keys from her skirt pocket and unlocks the car. Without putting her down, I maneuver the driver’s-side door open and set her into the seat.
    I rest my hand on the top of the door and stare down at her. “And for the record, I do trust you. It’s guys I don’t trust. They think with their dicks.” She sighs and I slam the door, pretending like it’s not annoying as shit that I’m climbing into some other guy’s car.

    She drives the car really slowly to the hotel. When I ask her why she’s driving like an old lady, she blows out a frustrated breath and tells me she promised Blake she’d behave while she drove it. This makes me feel a little better.
    “So he’s a pussy,” I say, not even trying to hold my smile back.
    She parks the car in front of the trashy two-story motel littered with beer bottles and cigarette butts, and some rough-looking people are hanging out on the stairway and balcony.
    “Micha, what’s your problem? Why is this bugging you so much?” She aims to sound upset, but a hint of laughter escapes in her voice.
    I get out of the car and lower my head