Total pages in book: 192
Estimated words: 182641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 913(@200wpm)___ 731(@250wpm)___ 609(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 913(@200wpm)___ 731(@250wpm)___ 609(@300wpm)
I cover her ass cheeks once more, gripping her hips as I drive into her faster, our clothes hiding the fact that we’re fucking right here in broad daylight, even if the way she’s positioned suggests we are.
“I want to rip your shirt apart. Shake those tits free, my tits, and watch ’em bounce. I want em’ in my mouth, between my teeth.”
Her muffled cry heats my palm, and I spread my fingers a little, her tongue poking through, fucking my hand like it’s my mouth.
Her eyes close, her pussy pulsing.
“Yeah, you like that idea, don’t you? I might bite you, too. Make you bleed for me, but only a little.”
More whimpers, and she’s close.
Thank fuck, ’cause so am I.
Reaching between us, my eyes quickly click around, just in case.
My cock takes control then, and I pull out, damn near to the tip and slam back in, over and over, her body bouncing on the hood, slipping and sliding, sweat mixing with the water dripping from our skin, soap bubbling up beneath her hair.
“Give me what I earned, baby. Take what’s yours.”
I yank her up, pushing in deep, and she grinds down onto me, her moan loud and shrill, so I bury her head in my neck, groaning when her teeth sink into my shoulder.
She pierces flesh and I jerk, hissing, spilling deep inside her.
We stay like that, connected, looking like nothing more than a close hug to anyone watching.
I run my hands through her tangled hair, smoothing it as best I can, waiting for our labored breathing to calm.
Slowly, her head rises, eyes dazed as they meet mine, and then she grins, showing off the hint of red coloring the tips of her teeth.
A low chuckle leaves me, and I kiss the corner of her mouth.
“My submissive little masochist.” I tap her thigh, easing her down to the ground, then tuck myself in. “Come on. We need to wash this bitch, and I need to get you back.”
She pouts but steps aside while I dig more coins out and put them into the machine.
A few minutes pass and I’m soaping the last side of the car when she asks, “Will you come to me tonight?”
“My cum is still dripping down your thighs and you’re already planning for next time?”
Her tongue slips beneath her teeth as she smiles, and she turns, showing me her ass as she bends down while keeping her knees locked, and snatches my belt off the ground.
She spins, sending her skirt sprawling around in the air, and loops it behind her head, the buckle in one hand, tip in the other. Then she shrugs, taking backward steps.
A groan leaves me, a million fucking ideas running through my head just as she knew would happen, just like the girl wanted, and she chuckles.
“Maybe I want you to stay the night this time …” She trails off, going for sassy, but it’s more than that. The question is there in the back of her mind.
My brows snap together, and I look away, focusing on the hood of the car. That ain’t gonna happen. I’ve crept into her room almost every night this week, but there’s a reason I leave before she wakes. I know she’s wanted to ask, but this is the closest she’s come to doing so. My skin prickles, thinking about accidentally falling asleep in her bed, and I turn away from her. “We’ll see, Rich Girl. Got fights to run tonight.”
Her phone rings, stealing her attention, and thank fuck for that.
She settles herself in the front seat, so I quickly start scrubbing along the hood and bumper before hosing it down once more.
Her door opens and she darts out, expression tense as it finds mine.
I drop the hose, moving toward her. “What is it?”
“My dad. He found my car. I left my cuff on the front seat and he tracked it.”
“I thought he didn’t know about the tracker?”
“He didn’t.” She holds up her screen, showing me a picture of the back of the head of a buff dude in a suit, his hand wrapped around Damiano’s neck.
My lips curve up to one side.
“Bastian!” she shouts.
“What?” My head tugs back, a low chuckle leaving me.
“Of for fuck’s sake, get in the car. I need to get home and fast.”
Huffing, I toss the damn hose and slide into the front seat. “Will your little gang tell him where you’re at?”
“They don’t know where I’m at,” she says, typing away. “But no.”
“You sure?”
“I trust them, Bastian. All of them.”
Her words bring a bitter taste to my mouth, but I get it. She’s had them in her corner most of her life. Of course, there’s trust there.
But would they take a bullet for her?
A knife to the chest?
Would they kill for her?
Bet not …
“Shit, okay, take me to The Enterprise. Sai will pick me up there.”