Page 43 of Wicked Waters

“Good. I just…I don’t want you to get hurt. And…and I can’t help but feel a bit responsible. Both of those things are connected to me. What if…” Her voice dropped to a shaky whisper. “What if I’m making it worse for you? What if something bad happens because of me? I couldn’t live with myself.”

Fucking finally, we shot out of the bends onto the straight, wide A417 road. The Cotswolds stretched out before us, shadows in the darkness, thrown into relief by the faint glow of the shrouded moon. Two lanes of wide, smooth tarmac stretched out ahead as far as I could see, with no other traffic other than a lorry rumbling along in the slow lane in the opposite direction.

“We’ll discuss this in a minute when I can concentrate properly, but I want you to know that none of this is your fault, okay? Nothing that happens is because of you. I don’t want you to feel bad or guilty or any-fucking-thing except happy that you’re mine.”

“O-okay.”

I could tell she was unconvinced, but I’d just keep reminding her of the facts until she believed them. In the meantime, I had the perfect way to make her forget.

I swung the car into the fast lane. “Hold on. I’m gonna show you what this car can do.”

Then, I floored it. The engine roared, responding to me instantly, and we fucking flew.

Quinn gasped, and then she laughed out loud. “This is amazing!”

A wide grin stretched across my face. This was everything. The rush of adrenaline and the girl who appreciated it just as much as me. The headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating our way, the bass of the music thrumming in time with my pounding heart.

Quinn’s hand slid onto my leg, and I groaned. My dick was so fucking hard, mostly because of her, and maybe a sliver of it was because of this pure fucking rush I was experiencing.

“I want you,” she murmured, and I allowed a sideways glance to see her other hand down between her legs.

Fuuuuck.

“Almost there,” I ground out. Gripping the steering wheel harder than I ever had, forcing every bit of my concentration towards my driving, I eased off on the accelerator, allowing the car to slow as we drifted towards the roundabout. When we reached it, I took the exit that led to our first destination. We ended up on a narrow road flanked by Cotswold stone walls, and I scanned them carefully until I saw my destination. When I turned off the road and came to a stop, Quinn stared around us. It was impossible to see much with the moon being obscured by clouds, and I knew she was probably wondering why the fuck we’d stopped in the middle of nowhere.

Talking was overrated, and I’d had enough.

I unsnapped my seat belt, then hers, and then leaned over to her, sliding my fingers into her hair as my other hand landed back on her thigh. I pulled her into a kiss, moving my hand up her thigh. Kissing down to her throat, I nipped at her soft skin, wishing I could leave a mark where everyone would see it. “You were touching yourself. Couldn’t wait for me, could you?”

She moaned. “You would’ve done the same if you hadn’t been driving. You looked… Ohhhh.” Another moan fell from her throat as I placed my hand where hers had been, right between her legs, so fucking hot and soft. “You looked so hot driving, holding the steering wheel like that. Your arms…”

I glanced up at her flushed cheeks and smirked. “My arms? You like my arms?”

“They were flexing. Ah, don’t make me explain.” Twisting her body, she buried her head in the crook of my neck. “You’re so hot, Roman. Everything about you is just…”

“Yeah?” I began moving my fingers up and down, stroking over her fabric-covered pussy. “Funny, because I feel the same way about you. Touch me. See what you do to me.”

She ran her hand up the muscle of my thigh and onto the massive bulge in my sweatpants. My cock jerked beneath her grip as she curved her fingers around my length.

Biting back a groan, I thrust up into her hand. “Fuck, yeah. Feel that? It’s all for you.” I applied more pressure between her legs, and she gasped.

“More.”

“You want more? Hoodie off, seat back, hands on those gorgeous breasts,” I instructed hoarsely. My dick was fucking throbbing, but the need to make sure she was satisfied took priority.

When her hoodie was off and she was reclined back in her seat, I practically drooled at the sight of her tits spilling out of her tiny sports crop top. I had to have a taste. Tugging her top down, I lowered my head, kissing and sucking and laving my tongue over her breasts until her nipples were hardened, sensitive points and she was moaning, reaching for my hand to get it back down between her legs.

“Keep touching yourself. I want to watch while I make you come on my fingers.”

“Fuck,” she whispered, her mouth falling open, a tremble in her hands as she palmed her tits. So fucking sexy.

I ran my fingers down her stomach to the top of her leggings and dipped them beneath the waistband. I dragged them over her hot, silky skin and down inside her underwear until I was sliding them through her wetness. I wasted no time—she was so on edge already—easing two fingers inside her while I pressed down on her clit with the heel of my hand.

“Roman. Roman.”

“Yeah. You’re gonna come for me. Make a mess all over my fingers.” I stroked inside her, stimulating her inside and out, while she took shallow, shuddering breaths, her eyes falling closed as she arched her body upwards.

She fucking shattered around me, tightening on my fingers, gasping out a moan as I finger fucked her through it until she was whimpering against me and stilling my hand.

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