With my eyes on the road, one hand on the steering wheel, I allow my fingers to slide into her panties where I feel her warm and aroused, which sends an eager wave of want through me.
“Have you been this way all night?” A sheepish grin forms on my mouth, but my eyes remain on the road.
“Yes,” she breathes and squeezes my firm length.
“Watch it, I’m the one driving. A hard-on has the same effect as driving under the influence.”
She laughs before she slides off her panties then parts her thighs open, inviting my hand back. “No, it doesn’t.”
My head bobs to the side. “There must be truth to it.”
“Fine, then I’ll tell my mouth to behave.” That seductive voice of hers can burn the whole world down.
“Great. Doesn’t mean I need to. Ride my fingers, Vi,” I demand, seeking more when my long finger gets coated in her need for me.
A moan escapes her lips, while she wiggles around my fingers. Her one hand never leaves my cock and the other wraps around my wrist for support.
“Don’t you want me to wait until we’re at your house?” she breathes but continues to guide my fingers.
“No, you will come many times tonight.”
“But I want my first orgasm tonight to bewithyou.”
I quickly glance her way to find her face flushed and her dress ruffled by her waist. Christ, I’m going to lose focus. She’s perfection, and it’s making my dick go near senseless. A fog of lust is taking over me.
“Well, aren’t you such a good girl,” I rasp.
The flashing of police lights appears in my rearview mirror, and then the sound of the siren goes once, indicating that we need to stop.
Shit.
“What did we do?” Violet sounds panicked.
My fingers sadly retreat out of her. “You’ve been a bad girl, and public indecency is calling your name,” I tease while I pull us over, reminding myself to stay calm. To my surprise, Violet just laughs. “They’re probably just checking that I’m under the limit,” I assure Violet who tries to adjust her dress.
Lowering my window, I wait for the police officer to arrive.
When he arrives, I have to roll my lips in tightly because I’m trying not to sneer at this dude.
Of course, it’s Sheriff Wants-My-Violet Carter.
21
DECLAN
“Well, well, well, isn’t this surprising.” There is pure cynicism in Carter’s voice as he leans against my car with his arm against the side of my window frame. “Of course, it would be you two that I pull over.”
“Hi.” Violet awkwardly wiggles her fingers for a curt wave.
I want to tell him to back the fuck off my priceless car, but I’m in no position to do so. Instead, I throw on a fake smile. “What can we do for you, Officer?”
“You two been drinking?” The headlights from his car allow us to see that this guy is enjoying his power trip.
“I’m the designated driver,” I say. “I had one glass of wine while we had dinner with my mother.”
Carter’s eyes grow wide. “Already meeting the folks, Violet?” He whistles his surprise.
“Something like that.” My girl politely smiles and folds her hands on her lap.
