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Chapter Eight

Travis

I pull the Impala into the clubhouse parking lot, thanking God that it seems quiet as I glance over at Rowan in the passenger seat and slip into the last space in the lot, the one furthest away from the clubhouse door. My mind has been running crazy on me since I hauled Rowan out of the diner over my shoulder and the quick kiss she pressed against my lips once I set her down next to the car only made me want more. If it hadn’t been for the little old lady giving us some serious side-eye as she climbed out of her car, I might have just pressed her up against the Impala and fulfilled my need right there but instead, I held her door open for her and tried to come up with anything to calm myself down. It didn’t work. Since we got in the car, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about all the things I want to do to her and the idea I had this morning about locking us both in my room for a week is becoming more and more appealing. Just the thought makes my cock ache and I shake my head. She’s fucking addicting and like any good addict, I need my next fix. Throwing the car in park, I turn it off and turn to her as she pulls my hoodie over her head. Her tits come into view, pressing against her thin t-shirt and I have to bite back a groan. Once it’s off, she balls it up and hands it to me with a smile on her face. I take it from her and toss it in the back seat as my gaze falls to her lips, remembering how fucking perfect they looked wrapped around my cock last night.

I need her again.

Before I can even think about what I’m doing, I reach across the car and grab her, pulling her into my lap as she lets out a squeal of surprise but she doesn’t fight me. Giggling, she straddles my lap in the cramped space as her skirt rides up around her waist and our eyes meet. Her breath hitches and in an instant, we collide. Neither one of us made the first move but it was more like we were pulled together by an unstoppable force, like there was no other option. We’re almost feral as we go at it like animals, all rough, desperate touches, and the sound of our heavy breaths filling the car. Her lips sear themselves into my memory and I groan as her tongue darts out to tease mine as she grinds down on my lap.

Fuck. Yes.

“We should stop,” she whispers in between frantic kisses as her hands creep up under my shirt and I nod as I grip the back of her neck to pull her closer.

“Mm-hmm.” Yeah, we should definitely stop this… just as soon as I get my fill… or hell freezes over. Whatever happens first.

Reaching down between the door and my seat, I find the recline lever and pull it, sending us backward but it barely even slows us down as she slowly rocks her hips against mine and sinks her teeth into my bottom lip. My cock swells, pressing against my jeans and I groan loudly as I fight the urge to flip us over and fuck her like my life depends on it. Instead, I grab a chunk of her hair and pull it, forcing her head back as I leave a trail of kisses down her neck. She arches her back, pushing her chest out as her nipples press into the fabric of her t-shirt and my cock jerks, desperate to get inside her again.

“My brother could come out here,” she says, panting for air as her hips continue moving on top of me, making me hard as a goddamn rock, and I’m not sure who exactly she is trying to convince - me or her. Either way, it’s not working. I glance down and have to fight off another groan when I see the white lacy panties covering her perfect little pussy and an image of pulling them to the side and slipping inside her fills my mind.

“Let him,” I growl, grabbing the front of her shirt and lifting it above her chest before sinking my teeth into her tit. She gasps and rocks her hips against me again and again, faster now, as she plants her hands on my chest. Is she…? Her fingers dig into my skin and she picks up the pace, rubbing against my hard length to get herself off and my eyes widen in disbelief.

Holy shit.

It’s so, so hot but I’m fucking torn.

On the one hand, I would love to watch her use my body to make herself come and I’m pretty sure the memory would be primo spank bank material for the rest of my goddamn life. But I also can’t wait to get inside her again. I fucking want her like I’ve never wanted another girl, fucking ever, and my body is strung tight, in a constant state of need and I don’t want to pass up any opportunity to get another taste of her. My mind rages, warring between the two options, and I honestly can’t make up my mind.

“Oh, God,” she moans, her cheeks heating and her eyes squeezing shut as she rocks a little faster and my decision is made for me. All I can do is stare at her and try not to blow my load in my pants like a fucking fourteen-year-old as her moans get louder and louder. Grabbing her hips, I help her rock against me as I thrust up and she starts to shake as she gets closer, desperately clinging to me as the pleasure mounts.

“That’s it, Princess, use me. I want to see you come.”

“Travis,” she cries out, lowering her head and meeting my eyes as she reaches forward and wraps her fingers around my throat. Fuck me, that’s the hottest shit I’ve ever seen in my life and if she’s not careful, I’m going to fuck her right in the middle of this parking lot. I don’t give one single shit who sees us. Her mouth hangs open as moan after moan echoes through the car, her eyes burning into mine and my cock throbs. She holds me captive with her gaze, fire burning in their depths and I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to. Digging my fingers into her hips, I press her down harder into my lap as I thrust up into her, eager to watch her shatter on top of me. She rocks back and forth and her eyes widen, giving me the warning I need to pull her lips to mine so the entire clubhouse doesn’t hear her screams. She cries into the kiss as her entire body shudders in my arms and her release ignites my own, sending me spiraling through the haze of an orgasm so intense I almost black out.

Jesus fucking Christ.

“Rowan,” I groan, burying my face in the crook of her neck as my cock throbs and she continues shaking in my arms, trying to catch her breath. We lie in silence for a few seconds before her body melts into mine and she releases a breath.

“That was fucking insane.”

I nod. “Fuck yes, it was. What the hell was that choking thing?”

“I don’t know,” she answers, turning just enough that she can meet my eyes. “I just did what felt right in the moment. Did you not like it?”

“I didn’t say that,” I shoot back with a grin and she smiles, her eyes twinkling and just like that, I’m thinking about going again. This fucking girl, man… she’s dangerous to my health because I’m pretty sure I would forgo any other bodily need as long as I was inside her.

“I’ll remember that for next time.”

Groaning, I lay my head back and close my eyes. Fuck, I swear I can still feel her fingers around my throat and I can’t wait to do it again. She sighs, laying her head on my shoulder and I wrap my arms around her, enjoying this one perfect, peaceful moment before we have to go back in the clubhouse and pretend like none of this happened. I don’t know how the hell I’m going to stay away from her, though.

“We should probably go inside,” she whispers and I nod. She’s right. If they haven’t noticed that we’re out here yet, someone will soon and the last thing I want to do today is get into it with Kodiak.

I nod. “Yeah… dunno how I’m going to get up to my room without people seeing the wet spot on my fucking jeans, though.”

“Tell ‘em I spilled a soda on you.” She laughs and I scoff as I dig my fingers into her hips. She squeals and wiggles in my arms, trying to bat my fingers away from her.

“Stop. I hate being tickled!”

Smiling, I smack her ass. “Come on. Let’s go but you better come up with another story besides you spilled a soda on my goddamn pants.”