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Fritz looks chagrined, “I wanted to make it go faster.” And I have to hold in a laugh. I want to ask him if he succeeded, but there’s no need, “Ididmake it faster, but I also made it combust shortly after.”

Bel doubles over in laughter, the peal of it filling the vehicle. “I’m quite tired of this,” I tell them. “Can’t we just go home and celebrate my win today with countless orgasms instead of… this?”

“No,” Bel commands, “You’re conquering this today because we won’t have time soon. You’ll begin your amazing career and we won’t want to spend our free time doing this. So try again, let’s go.”

I hate this.

I hate this.

I fucking hate this.

“Take it easy, Cas,” Fritz chuckles. “You’re smoking there.”

I shake the tension out of my shoulders, trying to stop the smoke rising there. I push the pedal with the lightest pressure I can manage, and it moves fast enough that I can actually feel the pushback of the pedal, keeping a steady speed. “See?” Bel says, “You’re doing it! By the way, Fritzy, why don’t you get all smoky the bear when you’re angry?”

“I’m cold,” he answers. She says nothing, presumably confused by his answer. “I can freeze stuff; Cas can burn. My skin will get cold enough to cause frostbite if I let it.”

“But why? What about Eamon? Is he hot or cold?” she asks, mind spinning with questions again.

“Honestly, Bel, I don’t have the faintest clue,” I answer, the speed of her car slowly climbing as I get more comfortable. “There’s no handbook or anything for those like us. We’ve just been plopped here on earth and given no guidance.”

“You need to turn,” she tells me, “Turn. Turn!”

I look up from the speed tracker to see I’ve got five feet before I collide with the concrete divider in this parking lot. At the last second, Fritz pulls the wheel to the side, spinning it toward him and turning the vehicle away from the wall.

“Ooookay,” he whistles, “Eyes on the road. Not the speedometer.”

My face heats, “Got it,”

Bel grins at me in the rearview mirror, “You are doing great. You’ve got the accelerator pedal down, now we work on where your eyes need to be.” I nod at her, a smile pulling at my lips at her patience and love. “But back to the other thing, there has to besomething. I’d bet those Sanctus guys have some information on the types of demons and everything. That’s where Eamon said he found out about the soulmate thing.”

I let the speed stay steady again, practicing turning back and forth to discover how it feels to turn the massive vehicle. I think I’m getting used to this, but I know it’ll be quite some time before I’m comfortable doing it on the road.

Fritz nods in thought, “You’re probably right, Bel. Butweare never going to go looking for those answers, right?”

“Right,” she nods. “Promise.”

“Good girl. Now I need you to do me a favor,” he tells her.

“What?”

“I need your pants and panties,” his smirk grows devilish.

“What? Why?” she protests, though she begins unbuttoning her jeans anyway.

I fight to keep my eyes ahead of me and not on the view in the mirror showcasing more and more of Bel’s sweet skin as Fritz explains, “Because Caspian needs to work on his concentration andIneed to work on making you scream.”

She giggles, throwing her little panties in my lap. Fritz climbs into the back seat with her, wasting no time spreading her legs wide open, one on the headrest beside me and one draped over his shoulder where he awkwardly kneels on the floor.

I grip the panties in my hand, palming myself with them as she moans, gripping Fritz’s head to direct his motions. His groans and the wet sounds of him tonguing her pussy drive me crazy, unable to join them as I’m supposed to focus on keeping us moving andunharmedin this moving metal death trap.

“Oh Fritz,” she cries, “Oh god, I’m gonna come.”

I meet her eyes in the back seat, half-closed with her brows pinched together, her mouth in a wide O as she writhes against him. My jaw hangs loose at the gorgeous visage and the sounds of her overwhelming pleasure.

“Give it to me, Sweets,” he groans against her, “Come on, my love. Come all over my tongue.”

Just before she can, I slam the car into park, needing to watch properly as he feasts on every drop she gives him. She screams and shouts unintelligible madness, riding his facesohard andso fucking perfectly.