Who cared where we were or that anyone could drive up and see us? It would seem I’d given up all manner of decency when he’d spanked me on my lawn.
A sweet smile slid across my face because as soon as the thought ravaged my brain, he cracked his hand against my backside several times. There was a perfect rhythm to what he was doing, able to spank my bottom while thrusting in and out with utter precision. I dropped my head, still gasping for air and with my skin being slippery, I almost managed to slide off the seat.
He was having none of it, fisting a handful of my hair and keeping me in place. The fucking continued and between the two of us, we were rocking the entire car. I almost laughed hearing the noises being made.
With my eyes closed and a smile on my face, I allowed myself to fall into a sweet realm of pure ecstasy.
Just as his body stiffened, so did mine. I could feel the tension in his body increasing the same way his cock was swelling. My muscles were stretched to the point a hundred stars were rushing past my field of vision.
And in the same way his body was responding to my pussy clenching and releasing, I was to his dick throbbing while filling me.
There was no control left, no sense of being able to hold back.
When a powerful and very crazed orgasm rushed through me, I clawed at the seat. Every moan was scattered, close enough to his guttural animalistic sounds I was thankful we weren’t being recorded.
And in those incredible seconds as one climax drifted into another, he released, erupting deep inside and filling me with his seed.
There was no sense of figuring out how to breathe again, no understanding of where we went from here.
Our bodies were slickened with sweat, our hearts thudding and our metabolism high.
But what a ride.
Danny collapsed on top of me, wrapping his arms around my body and holding me close.
I had no idea how much time had passed, but a sudden light captured both our attention.
“What is that?” I feared someone in the park, perhaps someone who’d come here to do the same thing we were doing.
He lifted his head, but his arms remained around me. “Ah, shit.”
“What?” I snapped my head up, twisting it toward the front. In seeing flashing blue lights in the distance, I almost lost my shit. “That isn’t who I think it is.”
I’d be damned if he wasn’t laughing. “I think so, bad bunny.”
Groaning, I shoved against him, struggling to free myself as panic settled in. “What are we supposed to do?”
He didn’t seem to be in much of a hurry. “My suggestion? Dress quickly and pretend.”
CHAPTER 19
Steven
This wasn’t my first time at the rodeo of being arrested, but I had to admit, my first time hadn’t been nearly as much fun. As a senior prank I and a group of buddies had vandalized the car of the principal of our school. While we’d thought it was hilarious to paint a picture of a nude woman on the hood of his Maserati, he hadn’t.
Hell, the artwork was fantastic, every detail utter perfection, but alas, he didn’t think it would be right to drive down the road with a naked blonde lounging on the hood with her legs spread wide open and her pussy lips glistening.
To make matters worse, the woman in question was a real person and had just happened to be the woman the principal was having an affair with. Depicting the vivacious chick half his age didn’t win us any brownie points.
If it hadn’t been for my father’s influence in town, my guess is I’d still be locked away if the principal had made good on his threats.
What few people knew was that my father had paid him a personal visit to… encourage him to keep his mouth shut. Barrett Masters wasn’t immune to using mob tactics when necessary.
This was different. This was being caught with my pants down. Literally. Not only was there a morals clause in my contract with the Gators that outlined the worst offenses, and they didn’t include Jell-O wrestling, one thing was clear.
I couldn’t get arrested. If I did, it meant automatic dismissal from the team. I guess I hadn’t thought through the possibility of getting caught. Then again, my desire for the beautiful if not troublemaking Christine had caught me off guard.
Especially after what she’d said about shifters.
