Page 35 of Playing with Fire

"We ready?" Lincoln said, pushing out of his chair and rubbing his stomach.

We all gathered our things and cleared the table before strolling out to the SUV.

"Uh," Julian whined. "I don't think I can climb in the back seat. I'm too full."

"Harper and I can take the back," Christian offered, jerking open the door. I climbed in and over the back row, careful not to show off my panties as I did, and Christian followed me. He lifted the second-row seats so Julian and Sebastian could climb in before settling back in.

Lincoln cranked up the music before pulling the vehicle into drive and taking off.

Christian slid one arm across the back of the seat behind me, and his other hand slid up my thigh as he leaned over, pressing his lips to my ear. The scruff of his five o'clock shadow tickled my skin in a way that sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core. "How quiet can you be," he whispered, and my brows pinched. I had no idea what he was talking about until his hand slid under my dress.

My gaze shot up, eyes wide with panic.

"Trust me," he whispered.

"No," I whisper-hissed. Christian pressed his lips to the skin behind my ear, and I almost melted into him.

"Trust me," he breathed against my skin. "They won't even notice." I relaxed as his hand slid up further. "Don't make a sound." His hand slid under the thin cotton of my panties before he ran his fingertips through my slick flesh. "Holy fuck, you're wet." He groaned against my ear, and the raw sounds and vibration nearly made me fall apart before he started.

My legs spread wider as his fingers circled my swollen clit. I swallowed my moan fighting hard to act as normal as possible. My hand found his thigh. Digging my fingernails into the denim helped alleviate the need to cry out. His fingers dipped to my entrance, circling it before sinking a finger deep inside. My lips parted as my chest heaved, but I managed not to make a sound.

"I'm going to fuck your pussy with my fingers until you come all over them," he breathed against my ear. "Okay?" My words lodged in my throat; all I could do was nod. We weren't too far from Christian's place, so we only had a few minutes.

I slid forward in the seat, giving him better access to me as he pumped a finger in and out of me, slowly giving me time to adjust to the delicious invasion. "Fuck, you're so tight."

He slid another finger in, stretching me as his thumb flicked at my throbbing clit. His speed picked up, doing exactly what he threatened. His fingers fucked me fast and hard as his thumb stroked my clit, finding the perfect rhythm that pulled me closer and closer to the edge.

My eyes squeezed closed, and my body shook as my core tightened. I was so close. "I want this tight little pussy to come all over my hand, baby," he purred, and I clenched around his fingers. "Let go, baby, and come for me." And that was all it took to send me soaring so hard over the edge I gasped for air as my fingers dug deeper into the denim covering his thigh before quickly remembering where we were and who was with us.

He pulled his hand out, and my entire body shuddered as it slowly came down from its high. He brought his fingers to his lips, sucking each clean as I watched.

"Next time," he grunted, "I want to taste you when you come all over my face."

Holy fuck… Next time...

Chapter 20

Harper

It felt good to pretend to be a typical teenager, and it was always fun with Chloe.

"How about this one," I pulled a glittery royal blue dress off the rack and held it up. Chloe turned up her nose. I shoved the dress back on the rack and flipped through the dresses.

"Oh, wow," Chloe gushed, holding up a shimmering silver mermaid-fitted dress. "You should try this one."

"I'm not going to prom," I reminded her. "You should try it on."

"Come on." She shoved the dress against my chest. "Live a little. You try that one and…" She paused, twisting and grabbing a fluorescent pink dress off the rack that we both knew she'd never wear. "I'll try this one."

My lip curled as my gaze raked over the sparkly gown. "Fine."

We both entered the dressing room. By the time I stepped back out, Chloe was waiting for me in front of the mirrors.

"Wow," Chloe gasped. "That dress was made for you."

"And that one was definitely made for you." We laughed as I stepped onto the raised platform. My gaze followed my hands as they slid over the dress that perfectly hugged every curve of my body. "It really is beautiful, isn't it."

"It's perfect! You think it would look that good on me?"

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