Page 52 of The Boys Next Door

“Too late.” Ian let out a whoop, cranked up the stereo, and spun the wheel, careening around a corner.

Diana grabbed the handle above the door and glanced back at Brendan -- smiling and unconcerned, one arm stretched along the back seat. How could he not be completely freaked out by his brother’s driving? Ian rolled down all the windows, letting the thudding bass rock the neighborhood.

Doors opened as people came to see what the noise was about, shaking their heads when they recognized the Jeep. Ian waved at them all.

“Diana Cooper? Is that you?” a neighbor called from the corner, and she managed a thumbs-up just as Ian stepped on the gas.

“Holy shit,” she croaked over the throttle of the engine. This was…this was…fun. In a completely terrifying way. The wheels bumped over the road, sending reverberations through Diana’s body. The bass vibrated her skin. Waking her up, making her very aware of her crotch rubbing against the passenger seat, her nipples hardening under her jacket, the seatbelt restraining her.

But she couldn’t keep back a yelp when Ian bounced the car right over a pothole. A soothing hand found her neck. From behind, Brendan stroked her hair.

“You smell good, Di,” he said reassuringly. “I like your perfume.” One finger slipped under the collar of her jean jacket, and her thighs clenched.

“Ian’s going to get us all killed,” she moaned.

“Not a chance. You trust us, right, Di?”

Her face went hot. Her everything went hot. She wasn’t likely to forget gasping out that she trusted the twins while Brendan fucked her more deeply than she could have thought possible andIan licked and squeezed her aroused body. Sweat pooled under her arms, but she didn’t have the nerve to slip off her jacket yet.

“I — yeah, I trust you,” she murmured, shivering when Brendan’s fingers found her collarbone. She couldn’t help letting out a sigh at his touch on her smooth skin, so close to the top of her firm breast.When the sound escaped her mouth, a warm hand landed on her bare knee, inching up toward her bright red dress. Ian glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, that little smirk on his face, and a shudder ran through her body. She was starting to get wet. Right there in the car, her legs were opening to Ian’s touch, her shoulders were arching back towards Brendan’s hand, and she just wanted the two of them to unbutton her jacket and strip everything off —

Then the air flew out of her in a gasp when Ian ran a stop sign.

“Eyes on the road,” she snapped.

“Yes,ma’am.”Ian’s fingers burned a path up her leg, sliding under her hem. Brendan’s chuckle from the back seat, his fingers tangled in her hair, only fired up her nervous excited irritation.

“And both hands on the wheel.” God, she did sound like a priss, just like Ian had accused her the night everything started.

Ian immediately took his other hand off the steering wheel.

“Ian!” she screeched.

“Scared you?” He smiled evilly, gave her leg a squeeze, and dropped his hand back on the wheel.

Jesus Christ, what was going on? This wasn’t the Ian who had taken her ass two nights ago, with infinite patience, murmuring sweet words as she relaxed and opened to him. Or maybe it was. But she knew that reckless grin on Ian’s face.

Back when they were kids, the twins had convinced her to climb up on the O’Brians’ roof. Workers had left a tall ladder leaning against the house. The sloping tiles had terrified Diana, but she was determined to prove she wasn’t a scaredy cat. If the twins were going somewhere, she wanted to go there too.

Though both twins had been perched up high, Brendan encouraging her to climb while Ian teased her that he bet she couldn’t do it, Ian was the one who’d worn a sling after he fractured his collarbone tumbling into the bushes; Ian was the one who got grounded by his parents for a month because he’d convinced Diana to climb up there too; Ian was the one with the consequences.

The next day, doing homework in her room, Diana had spotted Ian silently climbing up the ladder and pulling himself, one-armed, back onto the roof. It had been ten years ago, but when he’d caught her eye, that reckless grin was the same. And as scared as she’d felt for him, she couldn’t help grinning back.

A nudge on her thigh brought her back to the speeding Jeep. Ian's finger teased the edge of her panties.

“Stick your head out the window, Diana,” he urged. “Just do it.”

A faceful of wind hit her. She didn’t dare look at the speedometer. Her wet hair blew everywhere, whipping her cheeks, turning into a total mess in seconds. She could barely see, the world was hurtling by, and all she could do was laugh. Hysterically.

It felt like getting high with her friends, but crazier, the rush and the speed and the wind pulling her out of control, Brendan’s hand slipping further down her jacket to toy with her bra strap and fondle the beginning of her round breast, Ian’s hand inching up her bright red dress, so close to her hot center—

“Are you ready to get wild, Diana?” Ian yelled over the wind.

“Wild?” She pushed her tousled hair out of her eyes. “Like how wild?”

“Wild.” His grin got bigger.

“Ian—“

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