I whimper, his rough hands possessive. Pushing his jeans below his ass, he tears open a condom, rolls it on, and my eyes go wide, fully realizing what’s about to happen. He comes down on top of me and presses the head of his cock into me, and I hug his waist with my thighs, threading my lips with his just before he thrusts.
I suck in a breath, squeezing my eyes shut as a sharp pain pierces me.
God. That fucking hurt. It stings.
Slowly, he slides in again. Then again, muffling my cry with a kiss and grunting as he sinks all the way inside me.
The pain fades, but the pressure is more than I thought it’d be. He buries himself, stretching me, opening me.
And he doesn’t slow down. Lifting himself up just enough to see my face, he rolls his hips in and out, and I can feel how wet I am as he slides easier and easier. The pressure subsides, and his cock hits deep, everything starting to feel good again.
I grab hold of the back of his neck and his waist in my hands, thrusting my hips to meet his rhythm. His lips touchmine, but we don’t kiss. Just pant and groan as we fuck, my back sticking to my brother’s leather seat.
“Don’t you forget this in the morning,” I warn him. “You chasedmedown.”
The car lights up, fireworks popping overhead, and his only reply is a kiss. He curls his fingers into my hair, my scalp stinging, and his pace quickens, our bodies slapping together. I pull away from his mouth, looking down and watching him move between my thighs.
Fuck, the door is open. Shit.
But I can’t help but be turned on as I watch us.Finally.
He couldn’t stop himself. He couldn’t see reason because I wasn’t his last goodbye.
No.
He had to have me.
His breathing stutters, he shakes, and then he thrusts, grunting and groaning as his brow etches in surrender. He holds one of my breasts as he spills, and I look up at him, entranced by the look on his face. His closed eyes. His open mouth. The sweat on his forehead. It’s what I’ve been waiting to see ever since he got home.Passion.
And thank goodness, it’s for me.
I trail my lips along his jaw as his orgasm subsides. “Don’t wake up,” I whisper. “Not yet.”
No regret. No panic.Don’t ruin it, Lucas.
He opens his eyes and looks down at me, holding me close. “Oh, Quinn.”
I beam up at him. “Sit back,” I tell him. “I want control of you now.”
I want to touch him.
He removes the condom and finds something to clean up with before sitting back in the seat. I straddle him, reaching over and closing the door.
Just once or just one night?
Same thing.
Manas
Sweat trickles down the back of my neck.Fuck, it’s hot.
It’s like New Orleans hot.
Music drifts through the trees from a distance, and I train my ears, listening to familiar voices laughing and shouting down at the camp.
Figures lurk in the brush beyond—searching, guarding… But they don’t see us. Not yet.
With the syringe in my hand, I step closer.
