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His grip is hard on my waist, giving me no time to answer. Every thrust unravels me bit by bit, his strong arms around me. His hold is firm. Possessive. And when he sinks his teeth into the skin on my shoulder, it's like he's marking me for his own. Claiming me as his.

I'm free to moan as loud as I want, our movements shaking his car like a virtual-reality ride. But this is real. Every throb. Every thrust. Our body heat. The steam on the windows.

I'm fucking Damien King. Again. And it feels amazing.

My thighs tighten against him, my body like I'm floating through the stars.

His breath is in my ear, "Come for me, Jo."

It sends that rushing feeling to my core and as if on demand, my back arches, hitting the wheel.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

The horn sounds, blending with my scream but it's too good to care. Damien doesn't care either, his thrusts get quicker, body tensing. My cry rings through the car as he pulses deep inside me. It's not until his arm lifts me off that it stops, body writhing in response.

"Jesus, Rowland,” he says, a hand coming to my mouth. But as Damien looks around I can't help but break out into giggles. His eyebrow arches before he's chuckling too, our heads pressed against each other.

I'm on cloud nine and fuck, Damien is to blame. But if I know Damien King, I know it's only a matter of time until it all comes crashing down.

All three of the Kings are at the car before Henry can open the door the next school morning.

“Hey, Jo.” Isaac’s head peeps in before he looks at Willow. “Little Jo.”

Willow looks at me as he opens the door wide. I shrug in response as he lends a hand for her to hold.

When I get out, Lea and her group of Trust Fund Trolls are watching as we do. She has a glare of death on her face but my sister’s giggling and that’s all that matters.

“Ladies.” Damien gives my sister a single rose and I can hear her friends swooning nearby. If he’s trying to win extra brownie points by being nice to my little sister, it’s working.

“Will you guys walk me to my class?” my sister asks. I’m surprised at her bold question but Christian laughs. I haven’t heard his laugh in a while and it makes a knot tighten in my stomach.

“Sorry Willow,” Christian says. “We gotta talk to your sister. But you tell those freshman boys to carry your books for you and I bet they will.”

“Off you go.” Damien takes her hand and sends her towards the school.

“Have a great day little Jo,” Isaac says, kissing her on the cheek.

I push him away as she takes off up the stairs. “Alright, alright. She gets the flattery, and her name is Willow. What do you guys want?”

I look towards Christian but he looks away.

“You free second period?” Isaac asks.

Lea's still glaring at me from the steps, but I’m only looking that way to make sure Willow gets inside untouched.

“I have Algebra and as much as I’d be happy to skip a class with the Wicked Witch of Eden, I’m behind as it is.” I straighten my backpack on my shoulders. “No thanks to you guys.”

“Pft, King here will take care of all that,” Isaac says with a smile.

“That I will,” Damien says. “I’m off to take care of that right now.” He smirks, brushing a finger against my cheek before he saunters up the stairs.

Lea calls out to him but he doesn’t answer.

“You don’t have to do it,” Chrisitan says.

“Not that there’s a thousand dollars on the line or anything,” Isaac follows.

My eyes widen and I have to be careful to keep my voice low. “A thousand dollars?”

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