What is he doing here?Last time I talked to him, he didn’t want to hang.
“Rush?”I whispered, heart racing inside my chest.
“Get in, Astrid.We’re going for a ride.”
CHAPTERFORTY-EIGHT
RUSH
“What doyou want to talk about?”Astrid asked from my passenger seat, playing with the ends of her skirt.
To my surprise, she had willingly gotten into my car without much asking back at school.
I tightened my hand around the steering wheel to keep myself composed.
We had left Redwood about ten minutes ago, and neither of us had spoken a word to each other.But I couldn’t handle the thought of her actually being pregnant with one of the other guy’s kids.I hadn’t even fucked her yet.
That was my fault for not claiming her from the beginning.
The first goddamn time she had begged for me, I should’ve filled her with my cum until there wasn’t a thought about whose child she had growing inside her belly right now.Everyone would know that it was mine.
“Don’t play games with me,” I growled.
“How am I playing games?”
After driving up onto one of the illegal race tracks, I parked and turned toward her, still clutching the steering wheel with all my might, my jaw clenched hard.“Who started that rumor about you being pregnant?”
A small smirk crossed her face.“It’s not a rumor.”
“Bullshit.You’re not pregnant.”
“What makes you think that?”
If she was … and I hadn’t fucked her yet …
“Who started the fucking rumor?”I snarled, quickly losing my temper.
“It’s not a rumor.”
I released the steering wheel from my death grip and pulled her into my lap, wrapping my hand around her throat, my lips grazing against her ear.“I’m going to give you one last chance.Is that the lie you’re sticking to?”
She pulled her thighs together as best she could, swallowed, then nodded.“Yep.”
With one hand still around her throat, I shoved my other up her skirt and swooped her panties to the side, immediately finding her clit.She jerked up, her cheeks flushing red and her smirk widening.
“It’s true, Rush,” she taunted.“You jeal?—”
After tightening my grip around her throat, I rubbed her desperate, lying little cunt faster.Her legs began shaking all around me as she tried to pull them together, but I kept them forced apart, wanting to torture her.
“Tell me it’s not true,” I growled.
She grasped my shoulders tightly, a moan leaving her lips.“No.”
I moved my fingers faster over her clit, grinding my bulge up into her.“I want the truth.”
Her lips parted the way they did right before she was about to come, and I pulled my fingers away from her.She furrowed her brow and tried to get herself off on my bulge, bucking her hips back and forth.
But I lifted her up a few inches with the hand I had fastened around her throat.
