Page 41 of Filthy Liar

“I like this,” Reid stated as he appeared in the doorway, eyeing me like I was his next meal. “And I really like hearing you come.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you talking to me like that,” I said with a smirk, squealing as he walked up behind me and threw me naked over his shoulder. He swatted my bare ass, making me let out a surprised and confused sound that was similar to a moan.

“Oh, you liked that?” he asked in a low voice, swatting me again. “Is that why you’re so disobedient? You want to be punished?”

“Put me down,” I scolded, lifting my head enough to see who’d just walked in.

Logan leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed and a hungry look in his eyes.

“Guys, we don’t have time for this,” Logan murmured, his eyes not leaving me.

“We can make some time,” I said without thinking, and Reid chuckled as he put me back on my feet.

“Logan’s right. We need to go, unfortunately.” His hand brushed my ass and I almost told them I didn’t want to go anymore, but I knew how badly they'd been wanting to race.

I forced myself to walk back to the wardrobe, making all three of them groan as I bent over to grab some panties from the bag I’d shoved in there.

Zavier muttered to himself as he got dressed, and I fought a giggle when Reid told him to shut up since he’d literally just been inside me.

“Dibs on Bluebird,” Ander said as we all walked into the living room, Logan scowling.

“Excuse me?”

“I didn’t stutter, Donahue,” he said flatly, jiggling his keys at me to hurry me along.

I flipped him off but walked over to him, my eyes widening when he handed them to me.

“You want me to drive? What if we get shot at or something? I can’t drive like you!”

“You can’t shoot like me either,” he said seriously, making sure his gun was loaded before slipping it into his pants.

“You’re just marking your territory. Everyone knows that car’s your baby,” Reid said, but there was no bite in his tone. It actually looked like he was happy about it.

“That too,” Ander grinned, taking my hand. “Let’s go.”

Zavier double checked the house was locked up since he was the last out, and Ander opened the driver’s door for me and waited for me to slide in, closing it behind me.

I started the car as he made his way around to the passenger seat, letting it warm up a little before backing out of the driveway. I stalled it once, getting frustrated as I pulled over on the road to wait for the others to back out so we could all travel together.

“Hey. Breathe. Focus on the car, you’ll feel and hear what it needs,” Ander said calmly.

“It’s so different to drive. Reid’s is powerful, but?—”

“You just have to give it a little gas. The clutch is a dick sometimes, even I stall it,” he promised, making me snort.

“I doubt that.”

“I do. This car isn’t made for Sunday drives along a country road, Raven. It’s a machine made for racing. There’s nothing slow about racing,” he chuckled, patting my thigh. “Go on. Time to show everyone who I belong to.”

That made my stomach do stupid little flips. He knew it too from the way he smirked at me.

I took a deep breath before checking that the car was in gear and easing off the clutch, managing to hold it steady as I added the gas.

“Little more gas, baby.”

I did as he told me, the car moving a lot smoother as I got moving and shifted through the gears.

“Why do you want everyone to know we’re together so badly?” I asked randomly, glancing in my rearview mirror to make sure both Logan’s and Reid’s cars were following.

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