Page 18 of The Deed to a Gangsta's Heart

Okay.

Something wasdefinitelydifferent between us.

“You feel that?” he asked, and all I could do was nod. I was too afraid to open my mouth. My heart raced in anticipation of what would come next. “If you cool with knowing you do that to your best friend, keep them on, but I willnotbe responsible for what I do if a man says or does the wrong thing to you.”

“I’d hate to see how you will act when you get married if you’re this possessive of me,” I said, shoving his arm away from me.

“You’ll find that out too.”

When I turned to look at him, he winked.

That cocky smile made my pussy throb.

“Remedy…”

“Are you ready?”

“So we’re just going to breeze right by that?”

“You think you have the courage to actually have that conversation with me?”

That was true. As strange as things had been between us, I was too scary to talk about it. With a huff, I fluffed my curls and ignored him as I turned to spray my perfume. He laughed as he walked out of the room.

A Few Hours & Drinks Later

I was havingthe time of my life. Remedy ended up racing and I was in the car with him. The speed and wind had my curls blowing. I couldn’t stop myself from leaning out of the window and extending my arms as we crossed the finish line. He won, which was no surprise.

After the race, we danced and drank until I was at my limit. His tolerance was higher than mine, but he’d consumed enough to feel the alcohol but still be sober enough to get us home safely. As we walked to the car, we held hands. I giggled and pulled him closer. Each time his arm brushed against mine, my skin heated.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked, opening the door of his Challenger.

“Yes, but I always enjoy myself with you.”

His right hand pushed a few curls out my face as he looked down at me. “Good.” I turned, and instead of getting in the front seat, I pushed it up to get in the back. “What you doing?”

I remained quiet as I climbed inside. His eyes were on me as I pushed my shorts and panties down.

“Callie…”

“I’m horny and I need to cum.”

“Right here? Straight like that?”

Tugging my bottom lip between my teeth, I nodded as my fingers worked my center. Just having the slight pressure on my clit after almost a year gave me instant relief, and I hadn’t even cum yet. I couldn’t imagine how good it would feel if he replaced his fingers with mine.

“You gon’ remember this in the morning?” he asked, getting in the back seat and closing the door.

“Probably not,” I admitted with a laugh, but it turned into a moan.

He pushed my legs back, arching me slightly and giving himself a better view. Pressing two fingers into my pussy, I moaned. I was already so wet the sound of my cream slathering my fingers filled the car.

“Slow down,” he commanded. “Let me savor this.”

“I can’t. I’m about to cum.”

“Shit, Callie. You wet asfuck.”

My spine tingled and back arched as my cum coated my fingers. Tweaking my nipple, I hissed. My walls pulsed and legs shook as I hummed. I waited until my climax subsided to pull my fingers out. When he lifted my hand and sucked my fingers, I got wet all over again.

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