Page 58 of Burnout
“This isn’t how I saw the night ending,” I say, trying to steer us back to light conversation.
“Yeah, me neither.” She smiles. “But I’m here if you want to talk about it.”
When I say nothing, she takes the hint.
“Okay. Well, do you want to come back to my dorm? Quinn is probably at Colter’s, but even if she’s there, I have my own room.”
“Another time. It’s late.”
Her surprise is apparent. “You’re turning me down?”
My dick throbs in protest. She’s standing here in that little dress looking like a goddess and I can still taste her. “I’m trying to be noble here. Don’t push me, princess.”
“Why?”
I get back on the bike because I don’t trust myself not to touch her. “I’m not a relationship kind of guy. If we have sex, it doesn’t change anything.”
“Who said I was a relationship kind of girl?”
She doesn’t have to say it. Maybe she’s testing the waters by sleeping around for a bit, but eventually, she’s going to want to settle down. I’m not made that way.
The next thing I know, she’s climbing on in front of me and draping her arms over my shoulders. “I know it doesn’t change anything. I’m not going to turn into a clingy stalker. You’re hot, but you’re not that hot.”
My brows lift and a small chuckle loosens the tension in my chest. I reach out, guiding her closer with a rough grip on her hip. “Is that right?”
She’s full of fiery determination until my other hand slips under the hem of her dress. Her expression goes soft and her lips part as I glide a gloved hand up her leg. I should stop. Go home. Jerk off. Call someone else. But I’ve never been good at doing the noble thing anyway.
I reach the top of her leg and my thumb brushes her panty-covered clit. “If I slipped off these gloves, would I feel how soaked you are for me?”
“Yes.” Her eyes flutter closed.
She’s beautiful. Needy and desperate for me. She wants to see what it’s like to be with a guy like me, and I want her, so I stop fighting it. She knows what this is.
I increase the pressure and make quick circles over her clit until her breaths come in little pants. When she’s practically grinding against my hand, I slip it under her panties and let them snap back against her sensitive core. Her body tenses and she gasps, but I’m already back to soothing the ache with my fingers gliding back over her swollen flesh.
“Knox.” The way she says my name has me wishing it were more than my fingers buried inside of her.
“Come for me, princess.”
She does, biting down on her bottom lip like she’s trying to hold in all those sexy pants and moans. I want all of them, so I bring my mouth to hers, swallowing them as she rides my hand through the waves of pleasure.
I don’t stop until she goes limp against me. Her head falls against mine and she sucks in air. I fix her panties and remove my hand. She eyes my glove as it emerges and blushes at the wetness now coating the leather.
I bring that same hand up to her lips and brush my thumb over her plump bottom lip, then kiss her again.
When we break apart, her eyes are a bright blue, and her skin is flushed. “I think I like motorcycles.”
TWENTY-ONE
I standup and clap as the buzzer sounds, ending the first half. “Atta boy, Flynn.”
My brother doesn’t look up, but as he heads off the court his mouth curves up in a small smile.
“I swear he gets better every game,” Hendrick says.
I nod my agreement as I take my seat. It’s incredible. Our baby brother is on another level when it comes to sports. Basketball isn’t even his best sport.
“We’re gonna grab some food.” Brogan stands and Archer follows. “You guys want anything?”
