Page 70 of Monster Among the Roses (Fairy Tale Quartet 1)

Isobel grinned into my eyes and smoothed her fingers through my hair. “Let’s get into the back.”

“Yes. God, yes,” I said, only to groan and press my face into her shoulder and mumble, “No. Fuck, no. Our first time shouldn’t be in the back seat of a truck your dad owns.”

“So…you think we should go back to my place…that my dad owns?” She lifted an eyebrow. “Or go to yours…that your mom owns?”

I started to correct her, telling her it was my apartment, not my mother’s—a fact she already knew—when her words struck a funny bone. “Hell, we both still live with our parents. How lame is that?”

“Totally,” she agreed, only half paying attention because she seemed more focused on the path of her hand as she drew her fingers across my chest. “We should climb into the back seat and console each other for being such losers.”

After snorting out a laugh, I nipped at her chin with my teeth. “You know I’m not going to tell you no if this is what you really want.” Because it was what I really wanted too, ideal location or not.

I started to add a but, except Isobel beat me to the punch.

“Oh, thank God.” She hopped off me and started to wiggle herself over the seats and into the back, flashing me her million-dollar ass in the process. “I thought I was going to have to get violent and force you.”

I shuddered as a vision of her brand of violence entered my head. It consisted of teeth biting into my shoulder, fingernails clawing my back, thighs of steel suffocating my hips, and her scream of release bursting my eardrums as I pumped into her. Holy damn, now I actually wanted her to get forceful.

Setting my hand on her backside—because, how could I resist?—I helped her along, making her tumble into the back with a surprised oomph. “Violate me any way you like, my little beast,” I told her before joining her, tackling her onto her spine and pinning her beneath me. When I grinned at her, she gaped up at me with wide, surprised blue eyes.

“In fact,” I leaned in to nip at her jaw with my teeth, “do your absolute worst. I dare you.”

Her gaze warmed, it flooded with challenge, and the next thing I knew, she was clutching fistfuls of my hair and yanking my face down to hers. The kiss that followed was hard, brutal and one of the hottest kisses of my life. I swear she bit me. I even tasted blood.

Growling out my pleasure, I found her knee and opened her for me before fitting my hips between her spread thighs. My cock found its way to her opening, and it rested there a moment, anticipating that fir

st thrust. My mouth began to water and my balls drew up taut.

As she sucked on my tongue, Isobel tightened her thighs around me, gripped my ass and arched up, impaling herself.

I threw back my head and roared, surging forward, deep into the tight wet heaven she provided.

God, it felt so good. I ground against her, relishing the sensation and making her whimper before I pulled out and spiked back in, repeating the move over and over and over again. She arched up to meet me, and our bodies slapped together, losing all semblance of sanity as we surged toward each other, our needs primal and urgent.

Staring into my eyes, she sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth and tightened against me. It was my breaking point. Sweat popped out of my brow. I lost control. I was going to come.

Gritting my teeth to hold it off as long as possible, I pressed my forehead to hers, looked back into her dazed blue eyes and rasped, “Come with me, Isobel. Come…”

When she shook her head and bit her lip, letting me know she was close but still not ready, I touched her clit and flicked my thumb across it, teasing her toward her release.

She gasped, dug her fingernails into my ass and began to spasm as the walls of her sex constricted around my cock. I grinned at her and pushed deep into her, emptying myself of everything but her.

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I couldn’t stop glancing across the cab of the truck as I drove back to Porter Hall.

Isobel anticipated every stolen glance and met my gaze before she sniffed out a laugh and rolled her eyes. But then we both burst out with crazy, delirious grins. I bit my lip before I returned my attention to the road. When I reached across the interior of the truck without looking, she took my hand and interlaced our fingers.

Damn, I felt giddy. Light-headed. Downright decadent. It was the best feeling in the world.

“I don’t want to take you home,” I admitted, even though that’s exactly where I was taking her.

Night had fallen and I could only see her face in the bluish glow from the screen of the truck’s dashboard. Yet I still had no trouble making out the hope in her expression when she said, “You can stay the night…if you want.”

I was tempted. Of course I was tempted, but then all the reasons why I couldn’t stirred in my head, and I ended up wincing. “I don’t think I could get comfortable snuggling with you under your dad’s roof. And I need to get home to my mom, anyway, make sure she’s okay.”

She nodded, even though I could practically smell the disappointment ooze off her.

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