If he’s working this hard to get to me, what will he be like when he sees Ollie?
I run around to the driver’s side door, sucking in a breath. I thought our first heat and rut together would be way more romantic, though I still include him tearing my throat out in my fantasies for a touch of realism. But we’ve been through so much together, so what’s a little gouging between friends?
I harden my jaw as I rip open the door and throw my palm out, slamming him right in the chest as he leaps for me.
“You fucker!” he roars as he flies back onto the passenger seat.
I scrabble at the door handle to stop myself tumbling back onto the concrete floor.
“Why are you so big?” I growl as I jump into the driver’s seat.
He chokes, but he recovers too quickly, and he lunges for me again.
“Timber!” I yell as he grabs my arm, digging his fingers right in.
Even though I’m pretty sure he’ll fuck me rather than kill me, the odds aren’t high enough for me to take that bet.
I twist in my seat, my back slapping off my door as I snatch the phone from his hand before whacking his chest again, but it’s like hitting a brick wall.
It’s the only thing that’s distracted him so far.
Ollie is still writhing on the screen, but with Timber thrashing around, I can’t stop to admire her.
“Sorry, sweetness,” I murmur as I quickly enlarge the screen. She’s so insanely sexy that I need to avoid looking to keep my head on straight. I’ve always been right there in the action with her, so being able to watch her like this is damn precious.
Her ass bobs, and her face stays buried in a blanket as she draws the dildo from herself with aching slowness. The screen quality isn’t good enough to see her slick, but from the way she shudders, I’m sure I already know what sounds she’s making.
I don’t get more than a second before I shove it straight into Timber’s face. It’s so close there’s no way he can miss her.
He chokes out the same way I did when I first saw it.
“You piece of shit,” he growls. But I wiggle the phone, catching his attention again, and his eyes completely glaze over; he’s lost.
Like a dog with a ball, he’s instantly drawn to it, growling away as she cries silently on the screen.
If I were an honorable man, I would have probably put the phone on the dashboard and left him to it.
Instead, I zoom it around in a figure of eight, watching him stare at it wide-eyed. I love how he follows it, lifting his head in wide circles as I tease him.
I want to keep playing with him, but it seriously isn’t fair. I know he wouldn’t do that to me if I went into rut.
I got an idea of what’s going on when I saw the app, but I’m too focused on dealing with Timber’s rut to address the fact he’s been watching her through his home cameras.
As soon as he’s out of it, we’re sitting down and talking to Ollie. Him going wild on her because she lied about her gender whenshe had never cared about it is a different kind of violation to watching her like this.
I can’t say for sure she doesn’t know she’s being watched, but she isn’t acting like someone who knows she’s on camera.
And after all the times he’s yelled at me for my crap…
Holding it at his eye level, I lean forward to grab his seatbelt, and click it in. I quickly slap my belt on before he can react as well.
I hope the video will hold his attention while I fiddle with the sat-nav. I groan in relief as I see he has it automatically set toHome. I told Ollie I’d get the address one way or another.
The second it pipes up with, “Calculating Route,” another snarl rips from my favorite hockey player, and the car rocks as he snarls.
“Timber, come on! This is seriously hot, but just hold it in until we get back to yours,” I snap as he thrashes in the seat beside me.
He grabs his belt, tearing at it as he punches the dashboard and slams his fist against the window again.
