Page 44 of Rebel Obsession

“Watch where you’re going,” I admonished him. “Nothing to see here.”

“Lay the seat back. Take off your hoodie.”

I widened my eyes at him. “It’s broad daylight, Vaughn.”

“Don’t care. I want to see you play with your tits.”

Heat soared through me.

I lowered the seat right down so I was lying. I could no longer see the other cars and houses flashing by outside while Vaughn drove. I could only hope they couldn’t see me either.

“Take it off, Roach,” he mumbled. “I can’t wait until we’re in the house. Need to see you now.”

The hoodie came off over my head, leaving me topless but shivering in the cool air of the car. I pulled the hoodie over me like a blanket.

Vaughn leaned over and cranked up the heat. Then he snatched the hoodie away. “Don’t freaking hide from me. Let me see you.”

“I wasn’t hiding. I was cold.”

“Then do something to warm yourself up.” His thumb moved quicker on my leg.

I took my breasts in my hands slowly and pinched my nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

Vaughn groaned, sneaking little glimpses at me out of the corner of his eye. “I’m tempted to pull this car over. If it wasn’t the middle of the day, I would.”

I tweaked my nipples, rolling them and molding them as hard as I dared and getting a jolt of pleasure every time. “Drive faster. This isn’t helping my horniness any.”

He chuckled. “Join the freaking club. I’m so hard right now I’m surprised there’s not a hole in my Speedo.”

“You want me to check?”

“I very much do, but I don’t want you moving your hand off your tits either.” He took a corner. “As soon as we’re home though…”

I dragged a hand down my stomach toward the waistband of my shorts, but his hand covered mine. “We’re nearly there.”

I reached for my hoodie, but he squeezed my thigh. “Who said you could put that back on?”

I let out a whimpering noise. I might hate when he was in bossy big brother mode, but fuck it was hot right now.

But he drove into the driveway and swore softly. “Shit. Kian is working on his car. Put the hoodie on.” He tossed it in my direction.

I slunk lower in the seat, not wanting Kian to see me all bare tits and flushed face.

Vaughn parked the car and got out.

I followed a minute later after putting the seat up.

Kian wiped his hands on an oily rag and looked between the two of us. “What was going on there?”

Vaughn shrugged. “We went swimming. She was tired. Took a little nap in the passenger seat.”

Kian glanced at me. “Really?”

I was a terrible freaking liar. I always had been. “Yeah. Sure.”

Kian glanced between us, then focused on me, obviously detecting the lie. “What were you really doing?”

“Foreplay.”

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