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Could I do that to Vivienne?

I mean, I could fuck her. But taking the money from the others for it… I don’t know. It seems shady. Then again, what else am I getting out of our arrangement? It’s not like Viv’s paying me. She’s not even giving me head for pretending we’re actually dating, that she tied me down. I have a reputation to uphold, as my sister reminded me. If I’m going to tarnish that and let a girl lock me down, the least she can do is let me hit it a time or two. Otherwise, what’s the point?

Viv’s only doing it to get back at Chaz, anyway. I’ve seen him skulking around, watching us resentfully. I don’t think Vivienne’s even noticed, but I have. I should point it out to her, tell her that if she wants him back, all she has to do is snap her fingers and he’ll come crawling back. Truth is, I’m not quite ready to let him, even if she is. I don’t want this to end yet.

I’m having too much fun with Viv. I like pushing her buttons and making her squirm. More than that, I want to tarnish her, to get her squeaky-clean rep a little dirty. Hey, if she’s damaging my rep, I can do the same to her. When I sank a finger into her slick cunt while she was driving the Corvette, it was about the hottest thing I’ve ever felt. Not much could top that except feeling that squeeze around my cock instead.

Still, it surprised the hell out of me when she got so turned on with people around. I wouldn’t have guessed sweet little Princess Vivienne Delacroix was freaky like that, but I think she liked the audience. I bet I could have fucked her right then, in front of the whole group, and then my friends would have proof for that stupid bet, and everyone would believe we’re together.

I’m kinda pissed I didn’t do it. Every other time we hang out, Robert is on us the second we show up. The dude’s always hovering. It’s fucking annoying that she’s got such a good brother—and one who’s my best friend on top of it. I should have pushed her when we got home the other day instead of just holding her all night and sneaking out in the morning.

The thought gets me all worked up again, and I pull out the picture she put in my locker and unzip my pants. Fisting my cock, I let myself picture her wrapped around me while I drive her car, riding me while we fly down the highway at a hundred miles per hour. I imagine all the ways I could ruin her for Chaz if she wasn’t Rob’s sister, the things I’d have her do that no good girl would dream of doing. I’d make her tell me all her bad girl fantasies, like being finger fucked in a car with my friends listening to her moan, watching her and wanting her and unable to touch her because she’s mine.

I’d fulfil every single one of her dreams until she knew I was the only one who could give her what she needs. Not to be treated like a princess, but like a needy little whore. My needy little whore.

I stare at the picture, imagining thrusting between her full, smirking lips, coming down her throat. Instead, I cum in my hand because I can’t have her.

That’s what she keeps saying, anyway.

nineteen

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Sebastian Swift

“Stop it,” Vivienne whispers as my fingers skim up her inner thigh. She squeezes her knees together, trapping my hand. She’s on my lap, so I have the perfect angle to work my hand a little deeper anyway, until I can touch her lace panties. I smile against her shoulder blade when I feel the dampness waiting for me.

“I told you what would happen if you wore a skirt next time,” I murmur against her jacket. “Isn’t that the reason you wore this?”

“They’ll know,” she hisses.

“And that will make you cum even harder,” I assure her, tugging the fabric aside and sliding a finger under to touch her pussy.

We’re crammed next to the door on the bench seat of the North brothers’ El Camino, while Daniel sits in the middle, carrying on a conversation in Spanish with Maddox, who’s driving tonight.

Viv’s thighs clench harder, and she squirms to get off my finger, but the pussy don’t lie. Her clit’s already swollen with arousal, peeking out of her lips. A swell of pride goes through me. My girl didn’t just wear something for easy access, but she got all worked up while I’ve been inching my hand up her thigh during the car ride. I hold her panties aside with my thumb and stroke her clit slowly, showing her how much I appreciate it.

“Sebastian,” she grits out through clenched teeth.

“Yeah, Viv?” I ask, shoving my hand deeper and burying a finger to the knuckle inside her. She whimpers, her thighs falling open. I nip at her neck, my teeth sinking in to keep me from making more noise than she is. I draw my finger out and slide it deep into her tight, wet cunt. My other hand grips her hip, holding her pinned to my aching erection. I grind my hips up against her, imagining how tight she’d stretch around my cock. I growl against her neck, adding a second finger. I pump into her hard and fast, and suddenly, the sound of her slick cunt sucking my fingers is the only noise in the car.

“Stop,” she whispers, barely audible.

Maddox sniffs the air. “I can smell what you’re doing from here,” he grumbles.

“Yeah,” Daniel says. “Quit fingering your bitch in front of the homies unless we get a turn too.”

“Touch her and die,” I growl, angling her toward the door, so even her shoulder is away from him.

“She making a mess on my brother’s seat?” Maddox asks.

“Not yet,” I say, wiggling my fingers inside Viv.

She gasps, squirming to get off my fingers.

“You sure she ain’t a community ho?” Daniel asks. “Cause if she is, we’re all going to bust in her tonight.”

“Vivienne is my girl, not my bitch,” I say flatly. “Now shut the fuck up or I’ll have to stomp you into the ground.”

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