“I don’t want to drive alone,” she says, voice shaky. “Can I ride with you?”
“Of course, angel. Come on.”
She clings to me even as she grabs her backpack from the car and doesn’t let go until we’re at my car. I help her into the passenger seat, close the door, and then settle into my seat.
“Do you need to pick up Penny?”
“I-I don’t know.”
I pull out my phone and call Jin.
“What?” Jin says, voice harsh and frayed. Then, she covers the phone and murmurs something sharp to another person. “Owen, I’m a little busy at the moment.”
“At the office? Do we need to grab Penny?”
“No, I’m here with her. Is that all?” Again, she says something muffled to another person.
“The sedan guy was following Mei. Blocked her from leaving. Put a gun in my face, too.”
“What?” Both Mei and Jin cry out at once.
I take hold of Mei’s hand and squeeze it while talking to Jin. “Tell Carol’s son since you’re there. He’s a cop. I’ll send the license plate.”
“Shit. Okay, bye.”
It’s not lost on me that she didn’t ask if her daughter was okay. Doesn’t matter. Mei is with me now. Safe. As soon as I set my phone down, Mei unbuckles, crawls over the console, and into my lap. I’m grateful for the shorter days in winter because it’s dark. I can hold her without judgement.
Our mouths fuse together, both of us needing comfort from the other. I’m lowkey freaked the fuck out because the same guy who jammed a gun in my face is the one who was harassing Mei. Who the hell is this guy and why won’t he leave us alone?
The kiss starts out sweet and desperate but quickly turns ravenous. There are too many clothes between us.
“I want you,” she says against my lips. “Please, Owen.”
“Not here.”
Fuck, how I want her right here, but I know I can’t do that to her.
We need to get home.
I lift her and place her back into her seat despite her groans of protest. After buckling her in, I tear out of the parking lot toward home. The second I’m inside the garage and the car is in park, she launches herself at me again. This time, I don’t fend her off.
With a mash of a button, I send my seat careening back to offer more room. Mei doesn’t bother with her shirt or coat, but unfastens her jeans in record time, using the steering wheel to hold onto. She shoves the jeans, along with her panties, down her thighs, revealing her perfect ass to me. I make quick workof my own pants, releasing my throbbing cock to come out and play.
“We need to get to my bed,” I tell her, voice hoarse with need. “Lube. We need lube.”
She rubs her naked pussy against my cock. “Spit on it.”
God, this girl is going to kill me. With a ferocious growl, I lick my palm and then wrap it around my cock to lubricate it. Then, I suck on my fingers.
“Lift up, angel,” I instruct.
She lifts her ass up and I slip my hand to her pussy. The one finger goes in easier than last night, but it’s still a tight fit. But she wants this and I have no ability to stop her. I ache to fuck her more than I ache to breathe.
“More,” she pleads.
I start to work in a second finger, noting how she grimaces in pain. While I stretch her with my fingers, I let one of my others rub against her clit for added pleasure. She whimpers and rocks against that finger, enjoying how good it feels.
“You’re really wet, Mei. That’s a good girl. It’s going to help it not hurt so badly.”
