“Do I get a choice?” She shoots me a meaningful look.
I guess what I said to her brother hit hard. Good. I meant what I said.
“If I don’t, you don’t either, little dove.” I smirk.
“Youdon’t have a choice?” She giggles.
“When it comes to you,” I whisper, pulling her closer. “I have never had a fucking choice.”
“Why not?” she asks with an adorable pout, her brows knitting together. “You could have any girl you want.”
“Ihavethe girl I want.”
“But why me? Is it because I’m an Etheridge?”
“It’s in spite of the fact you are an Etheridge.”
“Why go through the trouble?”
“Because you have changed my brain chemistry.” I kiss her neck. “Permanently.”
“So,I’mresponsible for your madness?”
“Youaremy fucking madness, little dove.” I chuckle. “The good kind. The kind that keeps me from turning truly unhinged.”
Her pulse spikes under my lips, arms tightening around my biceps.
“You see now.” Pulling back, I grin at her. “Why I can never let you go? I need you to keep me sane.”
Her eyes shine, lips parting just enough to tempt, before she nods and kisses me. My hands wander over her legs, unapologetically lingering wherever they want, same as hers.
“Are you still sore?” I ask.
“No,” she lies and shakes her head.
“Then what are you waiting for?” I take her hands and place them on my belt.
Her eyes round, scanning my face, then the wide open fields and the deserted road. I thought she’d blush and hide, like she usually does. So, color me surprised when she starts working my belt, unzips my trousers. Soft fingers wrap around my erection, which has been rising in my pants since I laid eyes on her.
“Sit on my cock,” I hiss, restraining my need to plow into her again. But that will hurt, and I don’t want to hurt her.
Her eyes search the road again before she wraps her arms around my neck, shoves her underwear aside, and climbs atop.
“Fuck,” she cries as she mounts my cock, her pussy dripping with want.
I don’t hold her, don’t make her move. Just let her have free reign over me, as she lowers herself with a wildness in her eyes that resembles mine.
“M-my God!” Her head falls back when her cunt swallows me whole. “You’re so big.”
“You’ll take me anyway, won’t you, little dove?”
She nods. Her fingers dig into the leather at my back, as she starts thrusting up and down, her lips quivering with a quiet, reckless hunger she’s trying so hard to contain.
“You’re not a virgin anymore,” I growl, threading my fingers through her hair. “Ride properly. Show me how much your pussy needs to take my cock.”
“Fuck,” she rasps, her face flushed, eyes glistening. Her grip tightens around my neck. Her slick cunt strangles me as she goes faster, riding me from crown to hilt, moaning and screaming my name.
I hold her tight, like she might slip away at any moment. I could lose her so easily. A few words will do it. Once she knows the secrets buried six feet under, she’ll never look at me again, let alone choose me. My eyes bore into hers. I imagine never being able to see this shade of blue again. Never feeling her heat again. Never hearing my name in her voice again. The mere thought turns me feral.
