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He nodded. “Let’s go then.”

I followed him, jerked out of my lust haze when he stopped by a monstrous yellow Hummer. “Seriously?”

“Please don’t judge me for the car.” He took out a key fob and hit the Unlock button. The taillights flashed. “I didn’t choose it. It’s just the only car my parents will let me borrow.” He rolled his eyes, looking younger suddenly. “That makes me sound pathetic, doesn’t it?”

I grinned. “Well, it got you here, so I’m not complaining.”

He pulled open the back passenger door. “Then get in.”

I hesitated. “I feel like I should at least ask your name before getting into a car with you.” I held out a hand to shake. “My friends call me Kit.”

He took my hand and squeezed it once. “My friends call me Joyride.”

“Joyride?” That was an odd nickname. “Is that because of how you drive or how you fuck?”

“Only one way to find out,” he said.

I climbed into the car embarrassingly fast. All thoughts of strange nicknames gone in the flood of hormones demanding that yes, I wanted to find out.

He followed me in, and I realized—belatedly—that he’d ushered me into the back seat. We weren’t driving anywhere, were we? The car was parked in a dark corner of the lot. The windows were tinted.

Joyride crawled over me, caging me in beneath his body.

“You good?” he asked as I looked up at him.

Stubble dotted the underside of his jaw and I lifted my head, unable to resist grazing my lips over it. He shivered.

“Yeah,” I said, my voice full of gravel. “I’m really fucking good.”

I slipped my hands under the tank top, pushing it up and up, and reveling in the smooth, supple heat of sweaty skin. Joyride yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. I caught a glimpse of a tiger face and some Latin script tattooed on his chest, but then he cupped my dick through my jeans and everything grew hot and urgent. I pressed my lips to his chest, flicking out my tongue to taste him wherever I could reach, while he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans.

We hadn’t talked yet about where this would go. I should have probably cared, but I’d be up for anything he wanted. I slid my hands down the back of his jeans, cupping his ass, and flipped us.

He gasped, looking stunned, and it was about time I put that look on his face. “Where do you stand on kissing?”

“I’m all for it.”

I took his mouth in a bruising kiss, drawing a groan from him as our tongues brushed. He tasted delicious. No wonder he liked those sweet drinks. I sucked the flavor from his tongue while he worked my jeans open.

He curled his fingers around my cock, tugging it from my briefs and out into the cooler air of the Hummer. My breath stuttered, and I broke the kiss to breathe hard into his neck.

“Take my mouth,” he said.

I raised up, thinking he meant another kiss, but then he licked his lips, gaze flicking down to my dick, and I understood. Goddamn, no wonder this club was called Ignite, because I was going to burn the fuck up.

I shimmied up his body, hunched over to avoid the ceiling, but luckily Hummers were pretty roomy. If someone had told me I’d be getting a hummer in a Hummer tonight, I would have laughed them off. Life was strange sometimes.

Joyride’s lips were soft and glistening from the tongue he’d run over them. I couldn’t resist. I took hold of my cock and ran the tip over his bottom lip. His licked me, stealing a taste, as his eyes locked with mine.

Fuck.

I surged inside, sliding over his silky tongue, eyes rolling back at the sweet heat that swamped me. Joyride groaned throatily. I rocked my hips, pushing a little deeper. He seemed to have mastered his gag reflex, though. He took me into his throat and swallowed around me.

“Joy,” I gasped. “Fuck.”

He grabbed my ass, pulled me deep. Encouraging me to take everything I wanted. I threaded my hands through his hair to hold him still and ravaged his mouth, thrusting deep and fast—pulling back only long enough for him to suck in a breath—then plunging right back into that sweet mouth.

His arm jostled my thigh. I glanced down. He’d worked open his jeans and was jerking his dick, the tip drooling precum because he was so turned on.