Ever since we decided to give this a go, she has seemed more at ease than I’ve ever seen her. We didn’t put any labels on anything, but I don’t think that’s necessary, at least not right now.
We all know that this is what we want, and for right now, that’s enough.
Linc looks over his shoulder into the backseat. “Make yourself come.”
My hand hesitates on the gearshift. He must be talking to Abby and not Kane, but I still wasn’t expecting him to say that. Obviously, she wasn’t either.
“What?” she croaks.
“Make yourself come before we get back to the house,” Linc says.
I glance at her in the mirror. There’s wariness in her eyes but also a hell of a lot of heat. She glances down at herself. “I’m wearing jeans.”
Linc shrugs. “Make it work.” He turns to face me. “Drive.”
I lock eyes with Abby in the mirror. She nods, then slides her hand down her body. Her pants are unbuttoned, and her hand slips beneath the fabric.
I can tell the moment she makes contact with her sensitive skin when she lets out a little gasp.
“Drive,” Linc says again.
Oh… right.
Reluctantly, I drag my eyes away from the mirror and to the windshield in front of me. It’s going to be a miracle if I get us all home without getting in an accident.
Sliding the car into gear, I pull out of the small dirt parking lot. Luckily, we don’t live far away. I don’t think I’d be able to keep my eyes from the mirror for long.
“That’s it,” Linc says as Abby lets out a breathy moan that has my dick perking up in my pants. “Do you want to have all three of us at the same time?”
My eyes dart up to the mirror, needing to see her reaction. Her eyes are wide, cheeks redder than they were a minute ago.
“Yes… please,” she practically whimpers. It’s sexy as fuck.
“Then you’d better come before we pull into the garage,” Linc tells her.
“What? You only live a few minutes away,” she says, sounding out of breath already.
“Probably four more,” Kane says, speaking up for the first time since all of this started.
“Better get to it,” Linc says.
She lets out a quiet growl, but a quick glance in the mirror shows her shuffling down in the seat to give herself a better angle. More of her hand disappears beneath her pants.
“Fuck,” she groans, obviously picking up her intensity.
“Don’t touch her,” Linc snaps at Kane.
Kane lets out an exasperated huff but settles in to watch the show. It’s dark out, but from the soft illumination in the car, I can see the intensity in his eyes.
I turn onto another street, pulling us even closer to the house. I’m torn between wanting to extend this trip or speed it up.
Part of me wants to rush home and get my hands on her as soon as possible. The other part of me needs her to win this challenge because the thought of all of us with her at the same time has my dick painfully straining against the zipper of my jeans.
“Faster,” Linc tells her. I can’t see her, but I’m guessing she complies based on the increase in her choppy breaths.
I’ve seen Linc be dominant with women before, but seeing him like this with Abby is something else entirely. Her giving herself over fully is hot as fuck.
The tension is palpable with the smell of her growing arousal and tantalizing moans filling the car. I slowly turn onto our street.
