Page 169 of Cruel Steps

“Oof.” His arms wrapped around me, locking me in place. “I don’t think this is safe.”

“I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.” It was hard not to believe him when he spoke with such conviction.

It was quiet as Colter drove us home, and I relaxed back into Holden’s embrace when the car didn’t explode. We were halfway back when Holden’s hand moved. Starting at my legs, he squeezed and caressed as he traveled up my body. My pulse quickened and desire licked up my spine. Slowly, Holden inched up my dress and dropped my knees over his, spreading me as wide as the material allowed. Which wasn’t very much.

He huffed in my ear. “Why is this so hard?”

“It’s form-fitting.”

“So that means it’s impossible to get off?”

“Basically. But there’s also the shapewear.”

“What now?”

“It keeps all the jiggly bits in place.”

“Hate it. I like all your bits, and I want to be able to touch them whenever I want and make them jiggle. Don’t wear it ever again.”

“Sorry, but it doesn’t work that way.”

“What? Why?”

“You can’t tell her what to wear,” Colter added from the front. “But you don’t need it, sweetheart.” His eyes lifted to the rearview mirror. “That’s how you say it.”

“I don’t see any difference! I said I hate it.”

Holden sounded so put out that I laughed. “Yes, but you were all growly, like saying, ‘Don’t wear it again.’ And that is more of a command versus Colter’s version, where he compliments me when he said I don’t need it, implying it’s unnecessary.”

“It’s the same thing!”

“Nope.” I shook my head, smiling.

Holden growled, attacking my neck with his mouth and sucking. I gasped and then groaned, forgetting what we were arguing about. He pushed my legs further apart, the seams of the dress groaning at the force. His hands skimmed over my lower half. Despite the shapewear, I could feel his touch everywhere. When he finally got my legs as far as he wanted, he swiped a finger up my center and then froze.

“Wait, it has a slit in it?”

“Yeah. So it’s easier to go to the bathroom. Once it’s on, it’s not coming off until the night is over.”

“I take it back. I don’t hate it as much anymore. Still rather be able to touch you, but this will do.”

“What—” My words were cut off as he found the slit and plunged his finger in. I groaned, my head falling back to his shoulder. “Fuck.”

“Goddamn, Wildcat. You’re so wet for us already. I bet I could fuck you right now while Colter drives, and I wouldn’t have any problem sliding in and out of you. Your pussy is dripping, baby. You’re gonna drench my suit pants at this rate.”

I squirmed on his lap, wanting and needing more. He rocked his hard length up, nudging my ass as he continued to thrust his finger.

“Look at Colter, baby. He’s dying up there.” I glanced up to the rearview, finding Colter’s eyes hot on me for a second before he glanced back at the road. I kept my gaze there, finding him looking every chance he could. His pupils were blown, and I knew he was enjoying the show Holden put on for him.

“When we get back, we’re both going to fill you up so much you’ll have trouble walking tomorrow.” He sucked on the other side of my neck, leaving a new mark. I moaned, my eyes closing as Holden picked up the tempo and thrust in two fingers. Colter jerked the wheel, and my eyes opened.

“Careful!” Holden shouted.

“Sorry, but you try to drive when that’s going on in the backseat.”

My breath sawed out of me; Holden’s finger paused in my pussy. I wiggled, but he kept it still. Gritting my teeth, I shoved my hips forward, but his free hand clenched on my hip and held me still. Whimpering, I tried to get more friction, but Holden didn’t budge.

“If you’re not going to touch me, then move your hand. I’ll do it myself.”

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