Page 45 of Best Man
She grinned.Fine with me.
“Wanna come inside, then?”
“Da,” he blurted, desire burning in his eyes. “So bad.”
“Good boy.” She patted his cheek, coarse with stubble. “Let’s go.” She glided across the bench seat and threw open the passenger door, but before she climbed out, she sensed something was wrong. She glanced at Sasha. He hadn’t moved. He gripped the steering wheel with both hands, a torn expression painted on his face.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, pulling her door shut.
“Paulina …”
She scooted across the bench seat and sat next to him. “Yes, Sasha?”
“Fuck.” He ran both his big hands through her hair, squeezing her head with a pleasant pressure. “Ilikeyou.”
“I like you, too,” she said, tracing her fingertip along the ridges of his muscular thigh.
His brow grew heavy. “But …”
“But what?”
“I—” He shook his head, forlorn. “I promised I wouldn’t.”
“Promised you wouldn’t what?”
“Fool around with you.”
Her nose wrinkled. “Who’d you promise?”
“Big Rig.”
“Jax? Why would he care what we do?”
“Because you’re going to be his sister-in-law tomorrow.”
She snickered. “Yeah, so? He’s marrying my sister. Does he own me now?”
“No, of course not. But he is my teammate.” He lowered his gaze to the floorboards. “And he doesn’t want you to get hurt.”
“Get hurt?” She giggled. “Don’t worry. I know what this is, Sasha.” She reached a hand under his waistband and tightened her fingers around his humid flesh. He washuge,not just long but thick like a soda can, and his manhood pounded in her grip. The thought of fitting that thing inside her made her damp pussy flutter with excitement. “I just want to have some fun.”
“God …” he whimpered.
His resistance, she could tell, was melting. She began to stroke him faster, until his hips began to rock and he thrust himself in and out of her fist. She stole her hand back.
“Let’s go inside,” she demanded.
He gulped. “But what about Piper? She will be mad at me, too.”
“Areyougoing to tell her we hooked up?” she asked. “Because I’m not. Besides, do you really think I need my sister’s permission every time I sleep with a guy?”
She’d said the magic words again, apparently, because Sasha killed the engine. “Fuck it,” he said. He threw his door open and jumped out.
She jumped out, too. He reached for her hand and walked her to the front door.
“Good choice,” she whispered as she pulled the door open.
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