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“You are…” I trail off because I’m at a loss for words.
“I’ll make you a deal,” she starts, right as the thing starts to buzz. “I’ll stop… when you tell me the truth.”
“Keller, I—” I’m stopped when I turn to her, finding nothing but a daring look in her eyes. And I know I like to act all cool, calm, and in control, but the truth is, when it comes to the woman next to me, I am a weak, weak man.
“It’s a simple question,Mason,” she sasses, lifting her other foot up onto the dash and allowing her knees to fall apart before dipping the toy under the waistband of her sweats. “Why did you lie to Andy and tell him I was asleep in your hotel room that night?”
My dick twitches and I rake my teeth over my bottom lip, every single one of my senses on high alert as I force myself to keep focused on the road.
“Or… maybe you don’t want me to stop,” she adds with a telltale whimper.
Fuck. Me. I drag a hand down my face right as my balls start to tighten at the sounds she’s making.
“Oh my gosh,” she gasps through a giggle. “It’s surprisingly powerful for $8.99.”
My eyes dart from the road, looking at Fran. Of course I can’t see anything—she’s working herself over beneath the shield of her sweats—but I do notice her hips tilt up as her toes curl in her socks, and fuck, why is this is so hot?
“I’m close already,” she pants. “My pussy is really wet.”
I bite down hard on the inside of my cheek. It’s all I can do not to drive off the side of the Interstate and into a ditch.
“Ah!” she cries out, and her knees are fucking trembling.
My knuckles are stretched white with how tight I’m gripping the steering wheel, and my cock is fucking aching. I shift in my seat in an attempt to readjust myself without showing I’m affected, but it’s impossible.
“Oh my God, Robbie!” Fran gasps.
At first, I thought she was putting it on—doing it to get a rise out of me… pun intended—but when I see her palm her tit over her sweatshirt, notice her head loll back against the seat, I can tell she’s far from faking it, and fuck if I’m about to miss out on the show. When I see a sign for an upcoming off-ramp, I flick on the blinker.
CHAPTER 36
FRAN
I’m balancing on the precipice of an intense orgasm, so frantic and desperate for my release that I didn’t even notice we pulled off the Interstate until the car rolls to a stop on the side of a quiet road edged by a thicket of tall trees.
Glancing at Robbie, I arch a questioning brow between gasped breaths and stifled moans.
“You wanna be a little cock tease? I can wait,” he says smugly, shifting in his seat to watch me.
Right now, I don’t even care whether he tells me the truth or not. In fact, I barely even remember the question, if I’m honest. All I care about in this moment is coming. And the overwrought silence in the car, combined with the fact that Robbie is just sitting there, casually watching me, is only spurring me on.
I hold the vibrator against my clit, closing my eyes tight as I climb the peak.
“Open your eyes and look at me.”
Startled by his low, demanding tone, I open my eyes to find Robbie’s gaze suddenly darker than usual, eyes heavily hooded, and it’s then I notice he’s palming his dick through his sweatpants, and I can’t help but laugh through my haze because God help us if a state trooper just so happens to roll up on us right now.
“If this is all for me, then you better fucking look at me when you come.” He arches a taunting brow, and the look in his eyes is pure menace.
I bite down on my bottom lip, dragging the vibrator up and down, circling my entrance before trailing it over my clit and holding it there. I spread my thighs further apart, and the slickness of my arousal is amplified against the silence. I’d be embarrassed if I weren’t so feral with need.
A smirk ghosts Robbie’s lips as he studies me, and for some reason it only annoys me.
“What?”
He chuckles. “You can’t come, can you?”
With a groan, I throw my head back. “No! And I don’t know why. I’m so fucking horny.” I pull the toy out of my pants and hold it up, showing him just how wet I am. “See.”
