Page 109 of Break The Ice

And then, he must get bored because he speeds up and catches up, sitting right behind me, almost touching.

“Fuck!” I howl. “What do you fucking want?”

As if he can hear me, he drops back, and then suddenly accelerates. The corner of his car touches mine, and I’m spun around, wildly grabbing at the steering wheel and trying to save myself.

The car rocks to a stop, and I peel open my eyes. I’m surprised I’m alive. Surprised that I’m not in a wreck.

I turn my head to the side and just see the black SUV and the mysterious stranger disappearing around a corner.

I put my head on the steering wheel and gasp, fighting for air. The panic attack that didn’t quite grab me earlier gets a choke hold on my throat and throws me into the horror that was my past.

I don’t know how long I sit there.

The phone rings, jolting me out of it. Still, it takes me a few goes to let go of the steering wheel and lean over and grab it off the floor.

“Callan?” I whisper. “Callan, I need you.”

Chapter twenty-eight

Ryann

As soon as theyget in the house, Kit slams the front door closed and pounces on Callan.

“Kit,” Callan protests in between kisses, “we need to talk. You need to tell me what happened.”

“No, I need you. I love you. Don’t you want me?” His words are desperate and filled with urgency.

Callan groans. “I always want you. But, baby, we gotta slow down. We need to talk.”

Kit tears his mouth away. “No talking. I need you, Alpha.”

I watch in stunned amazement as Kit tears Callan’s shirt from his body.

“Kit!” Callan gasps, but Kit pushes Callan’s hands up on the wall and pins them there. Their bodies dance sinuously, hips grinding together. Callan’s fingers clench and unclench, but neither of them stop for air.

I shift on the couch. Part of me wants to get up and give them privacy, but I can’t look away. My stomach dips and tugs. I press my legs together and try to breathe evenly, but it’s impossible.

Kit pulls back just enough to allow some space between their bodies. His hand snakes down and undoes Callan’s pants. He pushes them down, and then does the same to himself. Thighs and butts flex, Kit reaches, gripping Callan’s ass, and pulling the other alpha into him.

I watch, hypnotized, as he runs his hands back up Callan’s torso, scratching his nails over his nipples before he tears his mouth away and sucks hard on the alpha’s neck. Callanfinally moves his arms from where Kit had them pinned, grabbing Kit’s head and pulling their mouths together again.

Callan moans, a guttural sound I feel deep inside my pussy. I pant, unable to stop my hand from creeping between my legs. I press the heel of my palm against my clit.

Please, just get your shit together, Ryann, and walk away.

“Kit, please!” Callan sobs.

Kit growls and spits into his hand. He reaches down again and watches as he encircles both of their cocks and pumps his fist.

Callan curses and thrusts into his hand before he covers Kit’s hand with his own.

“Kit, please.”

“I love it when you beg, Alpha.”

“Oh, fuck!” Callan gasps and thumps his head back on the wall, the cords in his neck straining. “Feels so fucking good. Oh, fuck, I’m going to come.”

“Come, then, we’ve got round two and round three,” Kit mutters with dark promise.

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