Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
There’s nothing sweet or romantic about what Travis King does to me next. He jackhammers into me, pulling all the way out and ramming back inside me as if he has a point to prove. With every movement, it’s almost as if he’s claiming me as his.
I brace my hands above my head on the panel as he palms my breast with so much force, I’m certain they’ll bruise. But that doesn’t even compare to what his dick is doing to me right now. He’s so fucking hard and my pussy is so damn sore, I can’t keep up with his pace.
“Goddammit, Viola,” he growls, his hips never slowing down. “You feel so fucking good. I can’t control myself around you.”
I arch my hips in response, feeling him slide in even deeper. He hits just the right spot before I’m screaming out his name and he’s moaning his release. I feel him tighten as he digs his fingers into my thighs, his back arching with every burst I feel inside me.
“Holy fuck,” I hear him mumble, his chest rising and falling. My breaths come out in short bursts, trying to catch up.
Before we have time to say anything, a bright light flashes into the rear windshield.
“What the hell?”
My head pops up just as Travis slides out of me and looks.
“Oh, my God.” I finally see what he sees and we both rush to adjust ourselves. He pulls his shorts up, I yank my shirt back down, and we both rush to our seats, fighting to get our clothes back on.
Just as I buckle my belt back into place, a knock startles us both as a cop appears on Viola’s my side of the car.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
TRAVIS
“Fuck,” I mumble under my breath again as the tapping of the flashlight on the window rings through the car. I lower it and the cop shines the light right in my face.
“Everything okay in here?”
The car smells like sex and the windows are foggy, not to mention the writing on the back window. I’m fucking fantastic and it’s pretty obvious what we were doing. My dick is still halfway hard and my body is humming from the rush of being with Viola. I smile as the officer shines the light on Viola. I catch a glimpse of her hair that’s a sexy mess. The longer he stares at her, the brighter her cheeks become. She tucks her swollen lips into her mouth, and I hold back a chuckle.
“We were just having a friendly conversation,” I say, trying to pull the attention from her. Luckily, I don’t recognize the officer as one of Drew’s cop friends, but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything. I’ve met up with him and his buddies at the bar after their shifts several times, not always remembering every face he’s introduced me to. The last thing we need is someone recognizing Viola or me and catching us together while he’s away on vacation.
“On the side of the street? Not a very smart decision, son.”
I nod in return.
“I need your driver's license and proof of insurance.”
I lift my butt out of the seat and reach for my wallet, which is no longer in my back pocket. I look around for it and see it in the backseat along with the condom wrapper.
“My wallet is in the backseat,” I explain. “May I get it?”
The officer nods, his lips turned down in annoyance.
“Interesting message on the back of you car there.” He gives a disapproving look.
I clench my jaw, trying to hold back my reaction and reach behind the passenger seat and grab my wallet. I immediately take out what I need, handing them over to the officer. I glance over at Viola, her breathing still hitched and her eyes wide.
The officer shines his light over my license and reads it over. “I’ll be back in a few moments, Mr. King,” he says before walking back to his car. I glance in the rearview mirror, watching the flashing lights light up the street.
“God,” she says, releasing a deep breath. “Drew cannot find out we were together in your car. That’ll be too suspicious, considering he thinks I’d rather eat rat poison than be alone with you.
“Damn, I knew you hated me, but rat poison? Really?” I arch a brow, trying to lighten the mood.
“Shut up,” she says, rolling her eyes and leaning her head back against the headrest. I don’t want Drew to find out about us this way either, but the more I think about it, the more I wonder what his reaction would be.
Would I be crossing the lines of our friendship? Would he think I’m not good enough for her? Or that I’d just be using her like all the rest?
It’s too early in the game to tell, but for her sake, I don’t want our little secret getting out.