Page 15 of A Hurt So Good

“It means I’ve heard all about you three from my mom. Trust me when I say you’re the last ones I would have chosen to pick me up,” she snips. I watch War narrow his eyes at her, and I can see the darkness swirling in them. If she were careful, she’d watch the way she talks to him.

“So, mommy dearest doesn’t like her new sons?” War asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

“She didn’t actually say that. Just to be careful around the three of you because you’re nothing but trouble. And trust me, I’ve had enough of that to last a lifetime. Now, are we going?” She challenges him back, and I crack a smile. I think I’m going to like her.

“After you,” I say, motioning for her to go first. She turns on her heel and walks toward the door while War and I check out her ass. It’s a nice ass too.

She reaches for the doorknob and pulls it open before stepping outside and waiting for us. I walk past her and down to the car, where War climbs in the front seat. I open the back door, and she looks inside before looking back at me.

“Where am I supposed to sit?”

“Right there,” I tell her, nodding toward the speaker box.

“On a speaker box?”

“Yeah. It’ll hold, I promise.”

“You have two options here, little bird. Either you sit on that box, or you sit on my goddamn lap. Ladies choice, of course,” War tells her as he looks over his shoulder at her. She seems to be debating it, and the thought amuses me.

“Fine. Guess your cock is going to be hard the whole ride,” she says before she moves around and climbs into the front seat and settles into War’s lap. My eyes widen as his lips curl into a devious grin. I watch her squirm around on his lap, no doubt to aggravate him. I shut the back door and walk around, climbing into the driver’s seat.

“You sure about this?” I look over at War. He cracks his neck from side to side to release the tension I can see in him.

“Yeah, Warren. You sure about this?” Arya asks, smiling over her shoulder at him.

“Oh, I’m very sure about this,” he responds quickly. Arya’s phone chimes and she slides it out of the little purse as I put it in drive and take off. Suddenly, she looks a little stiff but I don’t keep my eyes on her. I keep my gaze on the road and let War handle that girl.

Arya keeps looking at her phone with a strange look on her face, but she doesn’t make a move to text back.

“You keep squirming like that, and I’m going to give you a reason to squirm,” War warns her. Arya turns her head and looks over her shoulder at him.

“You think you can?”

“I know I can.”

“Is that a bet?”

“Only if you want to make it one, little bird.” Something flashes in her eyes, and I watch her squirm a little more. Then I see War grab the side of her dress and hike it up her thighs. His fingers glide over her flesh, and she sucks in a breath.

“Oh, come on, little bird. Don’t give up just yet,” he coos. Arya hardens her stare and straightens her back as he slips his hand under her dress. Another gasp leaves her lips when War finds what he’s looking for. I try to keep my eyes on the road and not on them, but goddamn, I can’t believe what War is doing right now. I just watched him beat the hell out of a guy over his sister touching him, and now this girl we don’t even know is on his lap, and he doesn’t seem to mind.

War groans as he begins to finger fuck her right here in the front seat. Arya doesn’t move, but I can see the look in her eyes; she’s enjoying this.

We make it to the other side of town while War keeps doing his thing. Arya looks up and asks, “Where are we?” I don’t miss the little hitch in her voice, either. She’s close. Damn close.

“Are you going to finish her, War, or do you need my help?” War growls, but Arya glances over at me like I wouldn’t do it. I lean on the middle console and slip my hand under her dress with War’s. He’s busy shoving his fingers in and out of her dripping wet pussy, so I get to work on her clit. After a second Arya starts rolling her hips. War growls low in his throat since she’s still on his cock.

The two of us keep going until Arya has her nails digging into War’s arms.

“Just do it, little bird. You know you want to. Just fucking come all over us,” War whispers as he nips at her ear lobe. Before I know what he’s doing he leans down and bites into her shoulder. Hard. She screams out in pain and pleasure as she comes all over our hands. We keep stroking and touching, drawing it out as she rocks her hips. Then we both pull away from her, and War brings his fingers to lips, licking them clean.

“You lost the bet, little bird.”

“I feel how hard you are, and I’m the only one who came. Maybe I won.”

Chapter 9

Arya

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