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“A cow? Ouch, Firefly. That fucking hurts,” I declare with a groan, laying over in the seat clutching my chest. “I know I’ve put on a few pounds, but you didn’t have to point it out.”

Ghost snorts. “Caden, there’s not an ounce of fat on you.” He turns to Bridget. “And be nice.”

She gasps and points to herself. “Excuse me? That was nice. I can’t believe you just said that to me.” She wipes a fake tear from her cheek, making me bust out laughing.

“I’m never going to survive the both of you,” he grumbles, pulling into the airstrip parking lot where they always hold The Games. Lex and D pull up beside us, with Banger on the other side. I can already spot Les with her guys by the bikes, and I see Evie and her guys standing with them. I fucking love this group of people. You don’t have to worry about any judgment. Especially since Ryder has Holden backed up against the side of Dex’s truck with his lips sealed over Holden’s.

“Well, that’s a sight to see,” Bridget laughs. Lex pops her door open and helps her out, then shuts it behind him.

I grab for the door. “Stay,” Ghost demands. He slides across the console and into the backseat with me. How the fuck he can get his tall ass into those types of places is beyond me.

“What’re you doing?” I laugh.

“I think you offered something for the food,” Ghost says, his hands going to his jeans.

“Here?” Not that I’m opposed to that idea. My mouth waters when he reaches into his pants and pulls his hard cock out.

“I’ve been thinking about your mouth since the garage,” Ghost says, stroking his cock. “Suck my cock, Baby love.” The windows are dark enough that no one will be able to see us, not that I care if they did. “Then, when we get home later, I’m going to peel you out of that goddamn corset and worship every inch hidden underneath.” Home. That word rings out above anything else.

I scoot back on the seat and take him in my hand. He hisses at the contact and runs his fingers tenderly through my hair. Leaning forward, I lick around the head of his cock, letting my tongue ring slide through the slit. “Oh shit,” Ghost chokes.

“Fuck my mouth, Gabriel,” I suggest, licking around the head. I want to tap into that monster I’ve been joking about. I’ve seen a little of it, but I want more. Need more.

“Fuck, Baby love,” Ghost groans, adjusting himself in the too-small backseat so his leg is on the seat beside me and I’m between his thighs.

I put one knee on the floorboard, keeping one braced on the seat, and lean forward, teasing his cock by letting my tongue ring roll around the head.

His hands go to my head and pulls it down, so his cock slides into my mouth. He pulls my head up and down a few times until, without warning, he slams his hips up at the same time he pulls my head down, sliding into my throat. I relax at the last second, letting him slide all the way inside. His groan fills the car, and I can’t stop the one from leaving me just from the sound.

“Hold on, Baby love,” he warns. I brace my hands on his thighs, and he starts fucking my mouth hard. Just like I want it. “This mouth, fuck,” Ghost grits out. “You like sucking my cock, don’t you?” I moan around the head in answer. “Fuck yeah, you do. You like choking on it.” He buries himself so far in my throat it cuts off my air, holding me there. “Choke on it, let me hear you.” I gag around it, and he groans again. He pulls out of my mouth and pulls my face up to look into his eyes. His eyes are wild, and it makes my hard cock throb even harder. He rubs his thumb across the drool on my chin and smears it across my lips.

“Make me come,” Ghost demands.

“Yes, Gabriel,” I answer automatically. He has me under some type of spell by just the look in his eyes. I put my mouth back on his cock, and he starts ruthlessly fucking it. His grunts and groans are spurring me to go faster. I reach up and jerk his pants further down his hips, reach inside and roll his balls around in my hand.

“That’s it,” Ghost encourages. “Squeeze.” I squeeze until he starts panting for breath. It’s the sexiest sound in the world because I’m doing that to him. “Harder. Fuck, I’m going to come.” I squeeze harder, and I feel them draw up in my hand. He slams his cock into my throat and groans. “Baby love.” His cum slides down my throat, and I swallow greedily around the head. “Fuck!”

He jerks my head and pulls my lips to his. He devours my mouth, tasting himself on my tongue. We break apart when someone knocks on the window. “Are you two going to fuck in the car all night, or are we going to race?” Lex yells through the window, and I hear Bridget laugh behind him. “Come the fuck on!”

We reluctantly pull apart, and Ghost tucks himself back in his jeans and then pulls the robe for his costume back on. With a grin, he reaches under the seat and pulls his Ghostface mask out, and slips it on. With a laugh, I follow him from the backseat.

“What the fuck?” Gage laughs when he spots him. “I didn’t know it was costume night.”

“We had a costume party before we left,” I explain, moving closer to Ghost’s side when he puts an arm around my shoulders. Gage’s eyes widen, and he spins around to Les.

“Pay up!” Gage demands, making Les roll her eyes.

“Pay up for what?” Ghost asks, the noise coming out muffled behind the mask. It’s hot as fuck.

“I bet Pretty girl that when you two made up, you would finally quit being little bitches and start fucking,” Gage says.

“They’re more than fucking,” Bridget says, coming to my other side. I throw my arm around her shoulders, and it feels nice to be between her and Ghost. “They’re together!”

Les and Evie squeal, making all the guys chuckle. “Finally!” Les declares. “I was beginning to wonder if it would ever really happen.” Lex walks up behind Bridget and slides his hands down her hips. Okay, that feels even better. “And we have a lot to talk about,” Les laughs, aiming that at Bridget.

“You want to race with me,Moya zhizn?”

“Fuck yeah,” Bridget answers, turning in his arms. “Just need to do something first.” She leans forward and presses her lips to his. He takes over less than a second later.

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