Page 193 of Shade

My stare snaps to hers, then back to the road, and quickly returning to amused blue eyes. “Are you serious? You just said we had sex.”

She laughs, her giggles rolling through her. “I’m kidding.”

My brow furrows, scowling at her. “That we had sex or that I couldn’t get it up?”

“That you couldn’t get it up.”

Goddamn.

Then she adds, “But you did pull out and came inside the condom. It was really weird.”

I nod. “I do that. A lot.”

Tucking curls behind her ear, she shifts in the seat and turns to me again, moving our hands to her thigh. “Why?”

“I don’t know. Keeps girls from trying to say you knocked them up or accidentally getting one pregnant.”

“Makes sense.” She nods again, then narrows her eyes at me. “But if you pull out this time, I will punch you in the dick.

“Got it.” I let go of her hand, splaying mine across her thigh and grip it. “Now. . . ” My fingers trail higher. “Let’s talk about what I’m going to do to you once I have you alone and my dick between your legs, instead of you punching me.”

Scarlet pushes my hand away. “No, you drive. Let me.”

My pulse quickens, blood rushing to my swollen cock. My whole back breaks into chills when she unbuttons my jeans.

“Christ,” I whisper, trying to keep my eyes on the road. She unbuckles me, slips her hand into my briefs and squeezes the head of my cock, twirling a drop of precum around it with her thumb.

I groan and slam my foot down on the gas, desperate to get home faster while she jerks me off.

While I attempt to keep the car on the road, we’re needy hands and desperate moans into hungry mouths—both of us anxious to the point our movements become sloppy and out of control. This is finally going to happen.

That’s when I realize I’m about to come in her hand. Just like that.

My body tenses and I stop her hand on my cock. “Stop,” I beg. “I’ll come.”

I feel her breath on my neck. . . her pause. . . then her, “And?” and she grins.

And?

“Scarlet, I’mnotcoming on your hand,” I tell her. “I’ve done enough of that lately.”

A giggle slips past her lips. Probably intentionally. “You know, I think you should beg or I’ll continue. . . .”

Look at her damn face. Is she serious? Because I can’t tell and I’m too busy trying to not wreck. I have no idea how I haven’t hit anyone or anything, and two, not come. It’s really difficult.

Goddamn her. Is she fucking threatening me? You know me by now. Since when do I take orders from anyone?

Well, her hand is on my cock, and it’s not stopping so this could get sticky.

“Woman, you’re gonna fuckin’ regret—” I start, but she pumps faster, and my balls tighten, the onset of my orgasm so close. “I swear, if I come in my car, onyourhand, I’m pulling the car over and making you suck up every fucking drop.”

“I’ve done that before. Remember?” She arches her brow, her hand working faster and I weaken beneath her collected stare. I try again to halt her movements. It doesn’t work. For being tiny, she sure has good grip. “You shouldn’t threaten me. I’m in control here.”

My body shudders, my legs tensing trying to stop it. . . .Fuck.

I cave. Just like that.

Like a pussy, I give her what she wants because I always will with this girl. “Fine, fuck.” My exhale is shaky. “Please, baby.”

“Please babywhat?” she teases, waiting, totally in control of the situation. Why is she so fucking good at this?

“Please. . . ” I clear my throat, shifting uncomfortably, my voice gravelly and hoarse, thick with desire. “Please stop. I’d rather come inside you, not on your hand.”

She smiles, naughtily I might add. “What the fuck are you waiting for then? Drivefaster.”

So I do. And lucky for me, there’s not a cop in sight.

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