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Damn, she amused me. “If I’d gone on a real date with a chick of my choice, I would be getting a lot more than a hand job right now.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “Forget it.”

“No problem.” I called her bluff and started the car. She needed a little push because I was in no way done blackmailing her. “I’ll just tell Gia I’m not interested.”

“Fine. I’ll do it,” she snapped. “You know, I really hate you.”

“You don’t need to like me for this.” I curled my hand around her arm and tugged her closer, then leaned in to kiss her lips because I couldn’t stop fantasizing about them.

“Whoa.” She jerked her arm free, a dangerous gleam in her eyes as she smirked. “What do you think you’re doing? Hand jobs don’t include making out.”

I froze for a second, unsure of what I wanted. Kissing her was amazing, and I could probably be satisfied if that were all she was willing to do. But then, thinking about her hand around my dick made it so I could barely see straight.

I went with that one, as I’d kissed her earlier. It still wouldn’t be enough. I wanted so much more from her. “Fine.” I backed up and let her get to it.

A second or two passed, then her hands were on my belt, fumbling to release it. I brushed her hand away and did it myself. Seeing her do the rest would be better if my dick didn’t punch its way through my zipper in its eagerness to get to her. “Unfasten my pants.”

I watched, intrigued, as her hands shook and she struggled with the button. My pants were getting tighter. I wanted her to hurry up, but I also couldn’t get enough of seeing that strong, sexy girl get nervous. She fascinated me to the point I wanted to experience everything I could with her, everything that she would let me.

The more she struggled, the tighter my pants got. If she didn’t hurry, they would bust open. I popped the button, and as she worked the zipper, I slid my hand behind her neck and fisted her thick, silky hair. A slight pressure, and I had her face angled so I could kiss her.

Fuck the hand job. My mouth slanted over hers, and I groaned at her taste. I didn’t think I would ever get enough. So soft, and she smelled amazing, like vanilla with a hint of coconut. I could easily do that for hours and be happy.That has happened before… never.

She stopped messing with my pants and kissed me back. I hauled her closer, or as much as I could with the restrictions of the front seat. The feel of her lips against mine erased my ever-present anger with my dad, how much I missed my brother, and the need to expend energy by fighting or fucking. Sky was the best goddammed balm to it all.

I sucked her lower lip into my mouth, and she melted against me as I toyed with her, exploring and coaxing every response I could from her. It was addictive. The breathy moans drove me mad.

When her hand wrapped around my dick, I almost came from the contact. I thrust into her palm and devoured her mouth greedily. With every stroke, I swelled impossibly more and had to fight to last. The pad of her thumb grazed over the tip, and I angled her head farther to deepen our kiss.Who needs air?

When she cupped my balls, stars formed behind my eyelids, then her hand glided up and down in slow sensual strokes with just the right amount of pressure. I couldn’t take it anymore. I exploded all over her hand and myself.

That was insane and a little embarrassing. I haven’t come that fast since I was in seventh grade, when Sara Jensen gave me my first blow job. But my time with Skylar was a hundred times better.

I’d never come so hard in my life, and I feared I might black out for a second or two. As soon as she finished me off, she tore her mouth from mine, breathing hard. At least I wasn’t the only one affected by what we’d just done.

I kept my gaze locked on her flushed face, bright eyes, and deliciously swollen lips as I reached one-handed into the back seat and yanked some clothes from my workout bag on the floor. I handed her a shirt for her hands and cleaned myself up with a pair of shorts. When she was done, I took the shirt back and tossed both in the back.

After tucking myself in and zipping up, I started the car and took her home. Neither of us said a word. As I pulled up to the curb in front of her house, I leaned over to kiss her again. But she was out of the car and dashing up to her front door before I could.

A dark laugh filled the inside of my SUV. Skylar had proved to be a hell of a lot more entertaining than I ever could have imagined. And suddenly, I had a plan—I would take her friend out every night I could.

CHAPTER TWELVE

SKYLAR

#Regret

Ican’t believe I jerked him off in the front seat of his SUV.And at the park I played at when I was five until around twelve years old. I let myself into the house and leaned against the front door, needing a minute. The lights were on.Did I leave them that way?A sliver of panic found its way into my foggy brain.

“Sky? Is that you?” Mom rounded the corner from the hallway into the kitchen, and I sagged in relief.

“Yep.” Normally, I would hang with Mom and talk, but I was so flustered from what had just happened with Damon that she would know something was off and ask me about it. And I was not sharing. “I’m super tired. Going to head to bed.”

I dashed for the same T-shaped hallway she’d just left with the bathroom at the end and a bedroom on either side. “Fantastic job on Gia’s hair. Thanks for saving her.”

“No problem,” she said with a yawn. “She looked good. I think I’ll crash early myself. Have a good night, sweetie.”

“You too!” I yelled before I shut my bedroom door.

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