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“One more,” he says, knowing exactly what he wants from me, but I’m not sure I can. My body is aching.
“I can’t,” I breathe out, panting. I’ve already counted to seven.
I see a sly smirk spread across his face. I know that look. “Oh, come on, you’re not even trying.”
“Screw you,” I hiss, knowing it’s exactly the reaction he’s looking for.
He chuckles, reaching up and pulling my shirt and bra up. He sits up while keeping me in his lap and licks the tip of my nipple that’s standing at attention. He blows warm air over it while massaging the other one. I rock my hips faster against him as he wraps his mouth around the nipple and sucks it into his mouth.
He moans his approval, and before he can move to my other nipple, I count out number eight. I’m completely spent. My legs feel numb from kneeling around him and my back feels like it might give out at any moment.
“Stay with me, Viola,” he says, looking up at me. He must sense my exhaustion because before I can come to terms with what he’s doing, he wraps an arm around my waist and repositions us. Soon, I’m lying flat against the seats with him on top of me. “I see those years of gymnastics are paying off.” He spreads my legs wider, pushing himself back inside before I can think of a comeback.
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 that 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 side of the car.
CHAPTERTWENTY
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 back seat along with the condom wrapper.
“My wallet is in the back seat,” I explain. “May I get it?”
The officer nods, his lips turned down in annoyance.
“Interesting message on the back of your car there.” He gives a disapproving look.
