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“Stop. You can’t keep reliving that. Come on, Ro. You know I’m right. Embrace it. Enjoy yourself. Life is too short.” Her gaze flits back to her husband as he walks out of the club door, talking to Lawson, the owner.
My phone vibrates on the table and I grab it, expecting it to be my brother. It isn’t.
Brody: Where are you, Angel?
Rosie: At the country club with Summer.
Brody: Think she’ll mind if I steal you away?
“What’s that smile for?” Summer asks, breaking the spell. I shake myself from my thoughts and show her the messages.
“Go get some!” She laughs, her gaze once again drifting to her man, and I don’t need to ask what she’s thinking.
With a laugh, I text Brody back and finish my drink.
We’re cruising along the country lanes on the way back from the country club, and I’m pointing out some sights to Brody, like I’m his own personal tour guide. The sun has given me a soft flush and I feel happy and relaxed. And horny.
Brody runs his free hand over my bare thigh, his fingers tracing light patterns on my sensitive skin, and I bite my lip in anticipation.
Yep, definitely horny.
“You know, it’s starting to make sense that you’re a professional driver,” I rasp, coughing to clear my suddenly dry throat. I feel like I’m burning up, even with the A/C on.
“Yeah, why’s that, sweetheart?” he asks, glancing over at me with his panty-incinerating smirk. His deft fingers continue teasing me, causing goose bumps to rise on my skin and my heart to race.
“Because you look hot as fuck driving a car,” I admit, the husky tone to my voice would almost be embarrassing if I weren’t so turned on. The combination of the buzz from the party, the sparks from his touch and the hum of the engine are driving me to distraction. I’ve never needed something as much as I need him right now.
His deep rumble of a laugh is the last straw, the sound of it making me clench my thighs in need.
You only live once, right?
Twisting in my seat, I eagerly reach for his zipper, my fingers fumbling in their haste. The metallic sound of its descent sounds loud in the relative silence of the car.
“Fuck, what are you up to, Angel?”
“If you don’t know, I’m clearly not doing it right,” I tease as I slip my hand into his jeans and relish the sound of his groan.
“Are you trying to cause an accident?” he curses, but makes no move to stop my exploration.
“I thought you could handle a little pressure behind the wheel, Hotshot? World Champion, right?” He shoots me a look that says he’s torn between killing me and kissing me and I fucking love it. With a devious grin I slip my hand into his boxer shorts and grasp his steel shaft.
The hiss that comes from Brody is everything I didn’t know I needed. Unbuckling my seat belt, I lean down and pull his straining erection free, before running my tongue over the tip. The moment his tangy taste hits my tongue, I moan. I’ve never been a big fan of giving head, but his taste and reactions are addictive. I want to bring him to his knees. I want to take the checkered flag in this race.
One hand must leave the steering wheel as he threads it through my hair and holds on for dear life. I love it when he loses control, having the power thrills me. I feel my nipples pebble beneath the fabric of my dress and I’m desperate to feel his touch.
“Christ, sweetheart, I’m torn between telling you to stop and begging you to continue,” he grits out as I take him into my mouth and hum.
When he hits the back of my throat, I pull back slowly, savoring the taste of him before taking him all the way again. The sounds he’s making have me squeezing my thighs together in need. Part of me wants to get him to pull over so I can ride him like there’s no tomorrow, but the other part is flying high at the thought of having him at my mercy. It’s a heady feeling, one I’m reluctant to part with.
My hand moves to his balls and gently massages them while my eager tongue laps at the salty head of his cock. He swerves slightly, and I giggle, the hum from my mouth causing him to groan.
“Enough,” he grits out, pulling me back by the hair, the bite of pain sending sparks straight to my throbbing clit. Fuck, it’s taking far too much effort not to reach down and give myself some relief. “You need to stop. Now. Otherwise I’m going to drive this car into a fucking lamppost. Jesus, woman, the things you can do with that mouth.”
I grin in triumph as I swipe the precum off the corner of my mouth and suck it eagerly off my finger. He lets out another groan and speeds up, clearly impatient to get back to my place.
That makes two of us.
Chapter Fourteen
