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“You are really good at bullshitting.” I stood before he had a chance to scold me for my mouth. “Come on, you wanted to see my hobby.” He stood, towering above me, leaned in, and then took my lips in a slow kiss.
“Hello again, Taylor Ellison.”
“Come on,” I said as he followed. I needed a shower, I didn’t have a single stitch of makeup on, and I was pretty sure he’d noted the spaghetti sauce stain on my T-shirt. I walked to my garage entrance and turned the knob, gesturing him in before me. I was quick to catch up, curious about his reaction. He turned to me after standing perfectly still for several moments.
“Interesting,” he said, circling my Bomber and bracing his hands on the frame to peer in. He took his time studying each car and paid special attention to my GT-500. He looked up at me finally with amusement. “You have the habits of a man.”
I nodded in agreement. “I guess in a way I was raised by men.”
“No mother?”
I shrugged in reply.
“You do these things in place of words with your hands and your shoulders. I do not accept this.” He shrugged, mirroring my movement.
I fought my smile. “Everyone has a mother.” My answer was just as evasive as his, and he gave me a dead stare. I moved past him and opened the driver’s door to the GT, my arms braced over the top of the window. “Shall we?”
“You want to challenge me?” He laughed loudly as he opened the door to my Bomber.
“Not exactly, Well, not you.”
A deep grin spread over his features as he caught on. He reluctantly closed the door to the Bomber and took the passenger side of the GT. The engine roared to life, we gave each other a knowing grin as the garage door opened, and I gunned the vehicle into the street, slowly pulling past Rocco so he could clearly see us. I could feel his fury as we raced out of his sight.
“Let’s teach him some manners,” I said, cruising slowly through the downtown streets as Rocco followed closely. As soon as we hit open highway, I dropped gear and floored it, smoking Rocco in the SUV. Daniello barked a loud laugh as Rocco struggled for mere minutes before he became close to invisible in my rearview.
I sucked in a harsh breath as Daniello’s hand gripped my knee, his fingertips pressing into my flesh possessively. I caught a glimpse of the fire in his eyes before I shifted and let the GT reach its potential. Muse’s “Mercy” drifted through the air as I sped past the world around us, weaving through the inconvenience of sharing the road.
“You thought I was no more and yet you have not had another man,” Daniello stated heatedly as his hand drifted up to the small strip of fabric between my thighs.
“No,” I confirmed quickly and was rewarded with the stroke of his fingers. “And I’m not going to ask how you know of no other man.”
“You want no one else.” It was another statement. And it was a true statement.
“No.” I exhaled loudly as his fingers stroked my bare pussy beneath my shorts. I was slick with need and felt the air of the cabin thicken as he slid his thick digits up and down my slit. Grazing my clit, he continued his slow torture as we torpedoed down the highway, thoughts of Rocco and anything else abandoned.
“Tell me what you feel with my fingers inside you.”
Words, he wanted words as I fought to maintain control of myself, of the car. It had been too long without him. How could I tell him that? I couldn’t.
“I…oh,” I moaned as he gripped the back of my head with his other hand and slid two fingers inside me. I was helpless as I took my foot off the gas and was instantly left empty.
“No!” I protested loudly. I gripped his retreating hand and again resumed my speed.
His fingers also resumed, and my insides trembled in appreciation.
“Tell me,” he coaxed, bringing me close to the edge, his fingers curved perfectly to hit me there.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“That is too obvious of an answer, Taylor. Tell me more.”
I let out a deep breath. “I’ve never felt so go—God, ah, Daniello, I’m going to come.”
“Take the next exit,” he said quickly. “Tell me more.”
“I love the way you touch me, fuck me. I love the way you taste.”
“How do you feel when I fuck you?” His fingers moved from my insides and stroked up to my clit. I reached for his hand, and he pulled it away. Two miles to exit, I panted out my plea. “I need this so much, please.”
