Page 88 of When to Call a Blitz

“You can handle it,” I tell her, my hand tangling in the hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her head back and forcing her to look at me. “You look so god damn perfect standing here, tits out in my garage, you know that right?”

Her eyes half close in ecstasy, and I bring my lips to hers, brushing my tongue along her lip slowly, begging for permission.

Heidi kisses me back passionately. Deliciously. She takes what she wants from me, leaving me hard and quaking under her spell.

When my fingers loosen in her hair, Heidi takes the opportunity to hook her fingers in my briefs, tugging them down in one solid, impressive movement.

And when she lowers herself, her back pinned against the car, I catch her arm.

“There’s plenty of time for my dick to be down your throat, baby, but the first time I have you naked in front of me is not that time.”

She looks at me with challenge in her eyes, and my heart skips a beat knowing what’s about to come next.

“I’m not naked though,” she teases, her fingertips plucking at her nipples.

I dip down, picking her up quickly and weighing my options. I could take her into the house, lay her down on the bed, and have my way with her there.

Or I could make this time special. Interesting. Give her something to think about every single time she steps foot into this garage.

I walk her around the car, setting her ass down on the hood.

Heidi doesn’t waste time, wrapping her legs around my hips and pulling me into her. My hand finally lands on her breast, my palm kneading it as I catch her nipple between my fingers, rolling it between them.

My cock is painfully hard, my whole body thrumming with need as she grinds against me, desperate for any friction she can possibly get.

“I’m still not naked yet,” she sasses.

Biting my lip, I shake my head as I rip her jeans down, lifting her slightly to get them over the curve of her ass. When I get them off, I discard them to the floor without a care in the world.

Heidi looks up at me from under her lashes as she leans back against the hood of the car, her right hand making it’s way down her torso, her fingernail hooking just under her frilly red underwear.

“I’m still not naked,” she whispers.

“And who were you wearing these for?” I ask, taking her in.

Her smile falters. “I wore them for me.”

I tsk, running my tongue along my bottom lip. “I think both of us know that’s not true. Unless you were always planning on skipping your date?”

I place my hands on either side of her torso, leaning over her, our lips just inches from each other.

“Tell me, Heidi. Were you getting fucked today no matter what?”

Her eyes harden, focusing in on mine. “If you didn’t want me, I was going to find someone who did.”

And that does it.

My head buzzes with anticipation, my fingers finding her underwear, dragging it down her middle, the fabric drenched.

And just when I see her open her mouth to argue with me again, I grab the fabric with both hands, ripping it from her.

“Emmett what the f?—”

Heidi doesn’t get to finish as I ball the small bit of fabric up and shove it in her mouth, her eyes flashing with need, her brows furrowing with anger.

“You’re free to do whatever the fuck you want,” I tell her. “You want your panties out of your mouth, you take them out. Your hands aren’t pinned.” I watch as her chest heaves, her eyes narrowing more. “But something tells me you’re dirty, baby, and you want those there just as much as I do.”

My hands trace down her neck and over her chest. I lean over, taking a nipple between my lips before pressing it between my teeth.

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