Page 165 of Filthy Liar

“You’re mistaken,” he murmured, my breath hitching as he popped the button on my jeans and slid a hand inside, and I almost crashed the damn car when his fingers teased my clit. “I need you coming on my hand right now.”

“Fuck, okay,” I growled, pulling over so I didn’t kill us, yanking the emergency brake on. “Why can’t you?—”

My words were cut off as he kissed me, forcing a finger inside me as I shifted my hips forward slightly.

“I want you to squirt for me, baby. Soak your jeans so the guys know what we were doing,” he murmured, biting my jaw lightly as I squirmed.

“Reid—”

“Do as you’re told. I want you gushing for me.”

I slid a hand into his hair to pull him in for a kiss again, my body not fighting it as he brought me closer to climax, and I definitely soaked my damn jeans.

When he pulled back to lick his fingers clean, I glared at him while catching my breath. “We’re not done. Why don’t you look ready to rip your pants off?”

“We’ll finish this at home. Have some control, Raven,” he taunted, and he was lucky I didn’t kick him out of the damn car.

“You’re so dead, asshole.”

“Don’t threaten me. You know we’ll only gang up on you,” he smirked, leaning over to kiss my scowl. “How about if you hurry up and get home, I’ll eat your pussy and fuck you on the kitchen table before dinner?”

“Or you convince the guys we don’t need dinner, and gangbang me in the bedroom instead,” I said sweetly, making him laugh.

“If that’s what you want, I don’t think they’ll say no.”

I was pretty sure I drove home in record time, and I already had my shirt off by the time Reid closed the front door.

Reid was right too. No one said no to a gangbang in the bedroom.

The End.

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