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And it is well worth the effort.
He moans my name again—the hottest thing I’ve ever heard—as hot, salty come shoots in the back of my throat. He moves my head up and down, both hands on the side of my head now, and pumps his hips into my mouth.
I take it all, swallowing him until his body relaxes. He quivers as I give a final kiss to the tip of his cock and then rest back on my heels.
He watches every move.
“Even if that costs me the race, it was so worth it,” he says, grinning.
“I’m glad to hear it.” I laugh, using the car to help get to my feet. “You seemed to enjoy it.”
He stands and tucks himself back in his pants. Then he pulls me into him and kisses the life out of me. Slow, methodical—intentional with every swipe of his tongue and press of his lips.
When he pulls back, I’m breathless.
“Let’s get you inside,” he says softly. “I’m going to blow your mind.”
I let him take my hand, somehow already as satisfied as Banks.Still… “Yes, please.”
He picks me up and carries me into the house.
“If I lose this race, it’s because of you,” he says, making me giggle.
“But it’s worth it, right?”
He kisses me as he opens the door. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
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Banks
“I feellike we’re pulling up at the O.K. Corral,” Sara says, taking in the scene before her.
My brothers’ cars and trucks all line the side of the highway. They’re gathered, along with Brooke, Ashley, Pippa, and our parents, near the radar speed sign. All heads turn as we pull up in Betsy, her V-8 roaring and announcing our arrival.
“Wow, Foxx is here,” Sara says, surprised.
I’m surprised too. Foxx hasn’t quite been himself lately—losing his keys, stopping to say hello the other day, and showing up here. Maybe someone does need to check on him. He’s being … almost nice.
“And Jess looks pissed,” Sara says.
“Jess isalwayspissed.”
I park the car on the shoulder of the road behind Moss’s truck.
The sun hovers above the horizon, sending pops of purples and reds and yellows soaring through the sky. It’s the kind of night that would be nice to grab a beer and walk over to Maddox’s and shoot the shit.
I look at Sara.
Or it would’ve been.Things look a little different these days. A whole lot better.
She laughs as she undoes her seat belt. “It probably has something to do with you being fifteen minutes late.”
“I’m icing them out.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“It means I’m making them wait. They’re getting onmyschedule. It asserts dominance.”
