Page 93 of Fractured Frets

Digging deep, I drew on my acting skills and kept a straight face. I stared at the road ahead and embedded a new level of sincerity into my tone. “Yeah. It’s only new. Real new.”

“Who the fuck, Maddy?”

“I’m in love...with this car. McLaren and me. This Spider. We’re tight.”

“Fuck.” He shoved me on the arm as a huge grin returned to his face. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“I’m sorry, babe.” I burst out laughing but felt bad. His family made him feel like shit—I didn’t want to do that. Noted: don’t do that in the future. With a flirtatious smile, I glided my hand lightly over the steering wheel and moaned. “But this car is totally turning me on. With the top down and wind in my hair, it’s like....ah. Ah. AH!”

“You’re evil, but so fucking sexy.” His relieved smile turned wicked and dangerous as he draped his arm across the back of my seat. “I’m the only one who gets to turn you on. And I’d be more than happy for you to pull over somewhere so I can prove it.”

My thighs clenched together. “Yeah?”

“Baby, no car will ever make you come. But I will.” He slid his hand up my leg, beneath my skirt, and cupped my pussy. “I’ll gladly get you off in this McLaren if that is what you want.”

He toyed with the edge of my bikini bottoms. Heat pooled in my core.

Fuck!

I signaled at the next exit, drove for another mile, and stopped on the edge of a side road underneath the shade of some bushy trees.

Beckett pulled up beside us on his motorbike. “What’s wrong?”

Slip grinned and pointed into the distance ahead. “You need to see what’s at the top of that hill and come back in, say...fifteen minutes. Deal?”

Becket lowered his visor, nodded, and took off.

We were finally alone.

I hadn’t been lying about the car turning me on, but Slip did too.

I wriggled my bikini pants off, climbed over the console, and eased onto his lap.

The leather seat was just wide enough for my lower legs to fall beside Slip’s thighs.

As he undid his beach shorts and released his cock, his eyes never left mine. Something about the way he looked at me filled my chest with warmth, my veins with fire, and my heart with light.

Holding onto his shoulder, I teased my wet pussy over his erection, rocking my hips against his. Every inch of me was alive and hungry for him.

“This car will never appreciate you like I do.” He threaded his fingers into my hair, drew my lips to his, and swept his tongue into my mouth, dancing and dueling with mine. Each touch sent sparks tingling down my spine and across my skin. As he trailed fiery kisses along my neck, he ran his hands over every inch of my flesh. He caught the bottom of my tank top and eased it upwards, gathering it above my breasts. He yanked the cup of my bikini top aside, dipped his head, and took my nipple in his mouth.

“Slip.” I arched toward him. He circled his warm, wet tongue around my hardened bud, flicked it across the tip, then grazed his teeth over the tender flesh. Oh, wow. “Oh shit, that’s good.”

The hot breeze teased my nipple. It puckered even more with Slip’s taunting touches. A soft moan fell from his lips as he massaged my other breast. He tugged my top aside and repeated the action, dragging his tongue over it, sucking and licking the tip. He followed that with a scrape of his teeth. Damn. Jolts of need shot straight to my core.

I clutched onto a handful of his hair and drew his lips back to mine. “I need to fuck you.”

With our lips connected, I took my weight on my knees and palmed his cock. I swirled my thumb over the head, smiled against his lips, then eased forward. As I lowered onto him, my pussy throbbed and clenched around him. Shudders coiled up my spine and shot through my veins. I seared my lips to his, rocked my hips, and took him in deep. Yeah. There.

Slip grunted, closed his eyes, and wriggled beneath me.

“Babe? Is your hip okay?” Sports cars weren’t designed for sex, but I’d make this one work.

“Fuck yes. You feel amazing.” A lazy smile played across his lips as he tilted his hips toward mine. He swept his fingertips over my breasts, then tweaked my nipples.

My body flinched, driving his cock farther inside me. He grinned mischievously. “I must admit, I’m liking this car more and more by the second.”

“Good,” I whispered against his lips, then took one of his hands and guided it behind me, down to my ass. “I like it here too.”

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