Page 77 of Knot your Good Girl

WhenIwakeupin his car, my hair is tied up in a high ponytail, the ends damp, and my body smells like coconut body wash, andhim.

The desire to touch my neck lingers, but I know he never claimed me. I’m sure I’d feel it. I don’t know how I feel about that. It’s bittersweet. Maybe there’s a part of me that desperately wants him to want me for more than we agreed to.

Aiden’s attire includes a white tee shirt paired with gray sweatpants. He bears no resemblance to any image I have of him. But I like it.

I’m clad in the shirt he wore to his parents’ residence, and I gently close my eyes, savoring the enduring scent. It wasn’t necessary for me to do that, as the entire car is saturated with his pheromones. I like that too.

“Did I fall asleep?”

“Welcome back. And yes, you did. So I showered us together while you slept, and I had hoped you’d stay asleep for the entire journey home.”

The rumble of the engine matches the same rumbling in my belly. I don’t know if traveling in a car when I’m in heat is such a good idea.

“How much longer before we’re back in New York?”

Aiden glances at me. “We won’t be long.”

I cast a quick glance at the clock on the dashboard. I’ve been asleep for over two hours. Wow! If that’s what knotting does to an omega in heat, I’ll have more of that.

I press my hand firmly against my stomach, attempting to ease the pain. “It hurts again.”

When Aiden looks at me, I see a poignant combination of anguish and melancholy in his eyes. “Hold on. I’m driving as fast as I can.”

Our scents are mingling together in the air. Coating every molecule of the car, and with every breath I take in, I inhale his delicious scent. My mouth waters, wanting more.

Reaching my hand between the two seats, I slide my fingers over his massive thigh and toward his tented pants.

“Holly!” he growls. “You’ve just woken up. You can’t want anything yet!”

“I need…”

“You need to stay alive.” There’s a moment of silence as our eyes lock. “Fuck! Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” I stroke my hand delicately over his thigh before I walk my fingertips to the waistband of his sweatpants. “I need to taste you.” My voice emanates a whining sound.

“You want my cum on your tongue?”

“Mmm,” I purr, licking my lips as I try to drag down his pants. “Lift a little.”

I wait for his hand to stop me, but he lifts his ass off the seat and I yank his pants low enough for his cock to spring free. “I need…”to fuck you. I need you.

I lunge forward, only to recoil as the seat belt’s force abruptly halts my movement. Taking a quick look at my body, I reach down, desperately clawing at the safety button.

“Do not remove your seat belt,” he orders. He gently slides his fingers over my ponytail and redirects me to face him. “I can’t risk you being hurt. I’m sorry I drove back, but you need your nest.”

I shut my eyes while envisioning being enveloped by my blankets, as I recline amidst my cushions. I relax into the euphoric image, only to be struck with another excruciating blow on my abdomen that leaves me hunched over.

“Please. I need something to get me through this journey.” I turn my head and glance at his cock, at the glistening droplets on the end. “Just a little taste. I won’t take off my belt.”

“No. It’s too dangerous. I’m driving as fast as I can. We’ll be in New York in a matter of minutes.”

“But I need something to tide me over. You make me feel weird,” I whine.

He gives a soft laugh. “Weird?”

“You’re wasting time talking when I could suck you.” I reach across to his side of the car and hold his erect cock. Sliding my hand up and down the silky length until pre-cum coats the end. “I want to taste you.”

“You’re sounding like a brat.”

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