Page 90 of Freaks Of Nature
Fuck.This woman has me questioning my morals. If it wasn’t for Ash and my no-procreating pact, I’d develop a serious breeding kink. But I want my cum inside her regardless.
I kill the engine but make no motion to dismount. I like the feel of her in my arms.
I slide the LED mask off her head, admiring how the smooth, black locks shift against her tanned shoulders before my view drifts down to her low-cut cleavage. Her tits look marvelous from my vantage point.
“Going through my stuff and stalking me on my lunch break?” Itsk. “You pick up quick.”
“I watched you leave work,” she admits, rolling her eyes. “Wasn’t that hard.”
“How did you know it was me?”
“The kanji on your bike is gray. Ash’s is white.”
The sound of my brother’s name snaps me out. I drop my eyes and dismount.
Em follows suit. She gives me a mischievous smile over her shoulder before leading the way to her car in the restaurant’s main lot.
My stare fixates on her ass as I remind myself of the plug. I can’t believe her brazenness.
Pivoting toward the driver’s side, she reaches into the front of her top to retrieve the key fob I didn’t notice nestled inside her bra. She unlocks the door and rips it open but swings around to me instead of getting in.
Her eyes lock on mine. Her mouth opens and closes, hands fidgeting with the key fob as if looking for a way to stall.
So I give her one.
Emily’s arms link behind my neck as I take a step, backing her up against the frame. My hands slide around her, palms cradling her ass over her skirt.
My stare drops to her beckoning mouth, and before I know it, I start to sink.
A moan tumbles free when I melt into the kiss, inhaling the sweet floral fragrance of her skin mixed with the cucumber and mint in her hair. My eyes roll back. I’m not above admitting that I could fuck a pillow if it had her scent on it.
With my fingertips biting into her firm muscle, I capture her bottom lip between my teeth and give it a tug. Her content hum vibrates through our connection, chasing a tingling over the buzzed hair at my nape.
My cock answers with renewed vigor. I’ve never gotten so hard from a kiss.
I ease up on her lips and give her ass another squeeze, feeling the material shift against her skin in my grasp.
Emily’s breath feathers over me. “I was thinking,” she murmurs, “since Friday is my day off, you and I could—”
“Wait a minute,” a familiar male voice hollers. “I know that skirt.”
We both turn our heads simultaneously toward the blue Mustang parked in the row behind hers.
Fuck!My teeth clench down.
“You little slut, you.” Vince shuts his door and takes in Emily as he swaggers closer. “Getting the twin-action… I fucking knew it. So, you guys taking turns or tag-teaming this chick?”
His eyes flick from her to me, then back to her. “Double the fun, right?” he taunts, and I want to slit his throat with the knife in my pocket when he fucking winks at her.
Stepping in front of her to block his view, I tip my chin over my shoulder. “Get in the car.”
“Mas—”
“Get in the fucking car!” I repeat, even more agitated.
This time she does as told, and I slam the door shut as soon as she’s clear.
I take two steps, beelining for Vince. My fist clenched, I reel it back and swing.
