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“Yeah. Some of the shit I got into would have had me whooped for good if Dad found out.” If his papa knew some of the antics he and his friends had gotten into, he would have been grounded for life, especially the drag racing.
“You know I got your back. That still hasn’t changed. Besides, snitches get stitches, right?” she teased, laughing it off. “Anyway, it meant I got to go along.”
He’d always made sure to protect her from other guys’ wandering hands. They all knew if they messed with her, they’d have to deal with him. His chest tightened. But when was the last time I looked out for her? “I remember this one time, we were at a race and Ricky Emerson put his arm around you.” He shook his head.
“He was harmless.” She waved her hand away.
“I had just gotten Lucy Albright to talk to me. Well, I’d just convinced her to go somewhere a little more . . . private. And when I turned around to check on you and saw that, I nearly lost it.”
“So, I was a cockblock too? Hope I’m making up for that now.” She smirked. And damn, if it wasn’t the cutest thing.
“I don’t know.” He shrugged playfully. “I mean, we’re talking about my entire high-school experience here. That’s a lot of missed sloppy kisses and fumbling tit grabs. You think a few days of hot sex can make up for that?”
She giggled. “You think it’s been hot?”
“You know it has.” He grinned.
“Well, I suppose I can think of a way to make it up to you.” The click of her unbuckling resounded like a shot through his system.
“What are you doing?” He checked his mirror before switching to the right lane. The highway was mostly empty today—not too much traffic.
“You know I’ve had this fantasy ever since those drag races. I wondered what it would be like . . .” She crawled over, reaching for the button on his jeans.
His hand shot out to stop her. “Em—”
“Are you really going to deny me my fantasy?” Her breathy words slithered through him, making his muscles tense in anticipation and longing. His cock hardened with the erotic ideas playing through his head. This was stupid—and dangerous. But wasn’t everything between them?
He put his hand back on the steering wheel in silent consent.
She unzipped his pants and pulled his erection into her hands. Sweat beaded on his brow as he focused on the horizon ahead of them.
Her soft hands seared his skin, burning him alive with her touch. She’d wanted to do this since his drag-racing days? To whom? Surely, it wasn’t him. So, which motherfucker had she fantasized about giving road head to? He gritted his teeth. It didn’t matter. Because right now, he was the one benefitting from it.
Her hot, wet mouth enveloped him. Biting his lip, he jerked the steering wheel to stay on the road as her head bobbed up and down, sucking the pleasure and the self-restraint from his body.
His chest heaved as he tried to maintain control of the car while she gave him the best blow job of his life. The risky danger element only added to the fucking perfection of this experience. Just like at the penthouse, it was as if she knew what he wanted, what he craved even before he did. Or were they that perfectly matched? She was like a drug, getting him high off her lips and forcing him to live in the here and now.
“What the fuck are you doing to me?” he gasped as his cock hit the back of her throat, squeezing the steering wheel as he used all his effort to keep the car straight and the speed even.
She pulled back, swirling her tongue over the tip of his dick before saying, “I hope it’s the same thing you’re doing to me.”
26
Emma
A chime rang as Emma pushed open the glass door to the Denver Colorado’s Rocky Mountain tattoo parlor. The floors and walls were real pine. A black leather C-shaped couch was to their right in a waiting area. Books of tattoo art were scattered across an iron and glass coffee table. On the wall to their left were images of fully naked bodies inked in detailed and realistic designs, posed to keep it erotic but tasteful.
Link was right behind her as they greeted the man at the front desk. A blue-haired guy with gauged ears, a spike coming out of the space between his chin and bottom lip, and a septum ring smiled. He reached out his arms, covered in intricate tattoo sleeves, to her.
“Roy!” she greeted excitedly, jumping into his big, waiting arms.
A low growl came from behind her. Link?
“Hey, wildcat! Been too long. You stayin’ out of trouble?” he joked in his thick Irish accent. He set her back on her feet and gave Link a quick once-over.
“Oh, you know me.” She waved her hand.
“Right. So, getting into mischief as usual, I see.” Roy winked with a gleam in his eyes before his attention darted to Link once more.
