Page 49 of Bulletproof Love

“We don’t have a condom.” The words come out rough in my throat. I can’t bring myself to meet her eyes. She’s too hard to resist, and my control is already hanging by a thread.

It’s quiet for a moment, the only sound coming from the heating vents and our rasped breaths. I’m giving her the control. She knows if she were to climb up here and sit on my cock, there’s no way I’d stop her. But I won’t be the one to make that decision.

“Can you hand me my clothes?” My heart sinks, but I don’t show it. I gather her dress and hoodie, passing them back to her. “Thanks.”

She silently dresses while I will my cock to go down. It’s not behaving. Can’t blame the guy.

Giving myself something to do instead of watching her get dressed through the rearview, I grab my phone. Leon answered Falin’s text from earlier.

Leon: Do you need a tow? I can call someone. I already found your location.

Leon: Kayla is doing alright. Ray’s team has her resting with fluids.

“Leon answered. Kayla’s doing okay. Ray’s team is taking good care of her. I’ll tell him we don’t need a tow truck.”

“Sounds good,” she says. I don’t like how quiet she’s gone. It’s not like her. “I’m glad Kayla’s okay.”

“Me too.”

“I’m going to spread out back here and get some sleep. We probably have a few hours until dawn.”

“Yeah, good idea,” I say, my voice thick.

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She tossesand turns against the leather seat for a long time. I’m conscious of her every breath, her every move. I force my eyes closed, knowing she’s right. We should get some rest. There will be so much to unpack when we get home, I doubt we’ll get much rest then. But behind my closed lids the events of the night replay like a twisted movie reel. I force myself to think of Falin, but then my cock starts to get hard again, which is also not what I need.

“Fuck,” I huff, scrubbing my palm over my face. “I’m not going to get any sleep in here.”

“Same,” she says. The car rocks as she climbs back into the front seat. “Damon should really think about a more comfortable car.”

I laugh. “That’ll never happen. This is his baby.” I blink, realizing that I just had Falin spread out like a buffet in Damon’s car. I don’t know if he’d kill me or pat me on the back if he found out.

“So…” Her voice trails off.

“I think you owe me an answer,” I say.

She turns and arches a brow. “What?”

“Our bet. I definitely saved your ass.”

She scoffs. “No way.Isavedyourass.”

“Oh, really? Where’s your evidence?” I ask.

Rolling her lip between her teeth, she thinks for a second. “That guy in the hallway. I knocked him out.”

Laughing, I say, “That was not saving my ass. That was you having a good time.”

She shrugs. “Still, I knocked him out, which led to us finding Kayla and getting out of there.”

“Okay, well, what about when I killed Wayne? Who knows what damage he would have done if we let him live?” I exude smugness as I cross my arms over my chest.

“You killed Wayne because he spit on me.”

“That too…butI was also saving our ass.” I reach out and adjust a stray hair in front of her face. “What about with Fairfax?”

Her eyes widen. “What about it?”

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