Page 47 of Half Cocked

I grabbed the wheel with my free hand, urging him to pull to the side again without having to say the words. Connor quickly turned off the street and parked under a flyover while the sound of passing vehicles echoed around us, traffic breezing by so quickly the Civic shook with the force.

I leaned across the console and tugged the lever next to the door, sending the driver’s seat flying back before shimmying out of my blood-drenched pants. Connor watched on, dumbstruck or maybe a little in awe, as I flicked his top button open and made quick work of his fly. I grabbed his cock in my right palm, enjoying the weight of it as I threw one leg over his outer thigh and sank down. Then I braced my hands on the ceiling andbegan to grind my hips. Slowly at first. Teasing myself as the pressure gradually built up in my lower stomach while the fog in my head momentarily cleared, so that nothing mattered but what I was feeling right now.

Full. Numb. And so fucking good.

Maybe it was the angle. Maybe it was the mixture of girth and length. Maybe the bastard really did have some form of cock magic at his disposal. Fuck if I knew. But I wasn’t about to question a gift dick in the mouth.

His hands gripped my waist, pulling me up and forcing me back down when my pace wasn’t quick enough to get him there. And I leaned back towards the windshield, allowing gravity to do the work for me as I arched my spine and hummed along to the rhythm of the car bouncing.

Connor slid down in his seat, slapping a palm on the glass by my head while he thrusted up into me, the new position sending him deeper than before. It ached in the most delicious way. Like I could feel him rearranging my organs, adding to the pressure, the buildup until his fingers reaching out and rubbing against my clit sent me flying over that edge, my pleasure-induced moans accompanied by a guttural sound in the back of his throat.

He was hurting. I could hear the strain in his voice but he was too far gone to give a fuck as he came deep inside me. Something that would be a problem for another day.

Right now, I just needed to soak in the temporary bliss, feed off it so that I could function. Continue to do everything that had to be done. Bury the past and focus on the present. Whatever that meant now that I knew the truth. At least until I could figure out a way to ignore that too.

48

Your life flashes before your eyes.

That’s what’s supposed to happen when you’re close to death, right? But for me, that’s what happened the first time I came inside a woman so hard I was seeing fucking stars. The first time I fucked a girl without pulling out or using protection. The first time Dani’s cunt took my cock so good I was left coating her walls with my future kids.

It felt fan-fucking-tastic.

Until reality set in and my lust-addled mind realized what my cock had done. What was far too late to take back. All while some primal part of me got off on the idea of my cum dripping out of her still-clenched pussy.

It was probably that same innate part of the male brain that was driven to procreate. Carry on the species and all that jazz. The part that hadn’t caught up with common sense and logic. And the very real fact that we were now both covered in blood, in my best friend’s car, on the side of the road. In plain view for anyone looking. The part that was ready for another go-around if I were dumb enough to risk it. Again.

A few more minutes and I just might have been…

“Fuck…” Yeah, I knew I needed to expand my vocabulary. But that was all I had at the moment.

“Fuck is right,” Dani huffed, her chest heaving up and down in a way that had drool pooling in my mouth.

If I had more of a blood kink, I’d be reaching out to suck one of those tits between my teeth. Fuck my cum deeper into her cunt until even Plan B wouldn’t help her. Didn’t care if that wasn’t anatomically correct. I was no doctor and it sounded like a good idea in my head. For right now at least. I’m sure tomorrow it would be a different story. I just couldn’t help the way my body reacted to hers. Even when my skin crawled at the thought of all that gore clinging to her face and clothes.

I mean,herblood wouldn’t have stopped me. But I knew better. None of that shit belonged to Dani. Of that much, I was certain. Which I was more than a little bit relieved to know.

Should I have been worried? Probably, especially when it came to pissing her off.

But something told me this woman liked having me around more than she was willing to admit. Too much to kill me at least. For the time being.

My lips curled into a grin. Dani was falling for me. She just didn’t know it yet. I had to ease her into the idea. Of me and her. And us being a very real thing.

I flicked my eyes in her direction as she shifted her clothes back into place and repositioned herself on the passenger seat. “Know a good detailer? 'Cause Zeke is gonna have my head for this.” I gestured to the blood-splattered interior.

“As long as I get to keep your dick, I don’t see the problem.” She shrugged before lifting a curious brow. “Why you still smiling?”

“Because you just admitted to wanting to keep me.”

“Not you. Your dick,” she grunted, and I grinned wider.

“Same thing, baby girl.” I eased the car into traffic, my glare bouncing between the road in front of us and the rearview. “So, what now? Should I even ask what went down back there? Not that I’m complaining if it has you riding my cock like that when you’re done…”

“Nothin’ you have to worry about.” She was staring out the windshield, in that way she would whenever she was avoiding something, and déjà vu was reaching out a hand to slap me across the face. I thought we were making progress but here we were again. On the Island of Avoidance without a paddle in sight.

“Right, 'cause the best way to get someone not to worry is to tell them not to worry.” I didn’t know where we were headed but I’d drive all fucking night if it kept her talking. I had a full tank of gas and nowhere to be. And Zeke? Well, the neat freak would sooner take the bus than see his car looking like Dahmer’s Death Wagon.

“It’s not your problem, MacCullagh.” Dani tapped her nails against the glass, and I wasn’t sure if it was meant to calm her or irritate me. Either way, it didn’t seem to have the desired effect.

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