Page 71 of Rayne

"Absolutely not. You'll ride with Hawk. Enjoy the front seat. Just don't touch the audio—he hates when his settings get changed," Jett grins, heading toward my car.

Hawk sighs at his brother, motioning for me to follow to the Porsche. "I'll let you change it if you want. But no girly ass music. It's not a good look for the Porsche."

"Damn. I was going to play Barbie Girl really loud and you've just killed my dream," I mock, climbing into the passenger seat.

I sink into the comfortable space, putting on my seatbelt.

As Hawk slips into the car, my little Mazda zips past with a squeal, my mouth falling open in disbelief.

"He better not crash my fucking car," I scowl.

"It will be fine," Hawk laughs, the Porsche revving to life. We fly out of the parking spot, my body shoved back into the seat as Hawk takes chase. I squeal, grabbing anything I can for support as we fly out of the underground garage into traffic, giving chase.

My heart races faster than we're traveling, and Hawk puts his hand on my thigh, giving it a tight squeeze.

"Don't pretend you don't love it," he teases, fingers dancing on my skin. "I bet I could make you soak the seat before we get home."

"Keep your hands on the steering wheel," I scold loudly.

He ignores me, fingers dancing under my summer dress. One of them had gone to my apartment last night and grabbed some clothes for when I woke this morning, and I wasn't blind to the fact it was mainly things that had easy access.

"Do you really want me to stop?" he asks, waiting for the okay.

I glance down at his hand on my bare leg, stomach tightening. "No."

"Good," he muses, slipping under the fabric as he pulls my underwear aside. "When we pull up alongside Jett, I want him to see your face."

His finger slips inside me just as the car comes to a stop. Hawk puts the window down, nodding at Jett who does a double take.

"That's not fair," he yells back through the window.

Hawk laughs, curling his finger, making my back arch and my mouth fall open. "You're going to lose twice, brother. See you at home."

The tires squeal loudly as he hits the gas, launching us forward when the light turns green. And Hawk wasn't wrong—we did beat Jett home.

And I came twice before we reached the garage.

Chapter 24

I'm already naked in Hawk's bed, his cock buried deep in me, when Jett comes barreling through the bedroom door.

"You're a fucking asshole," he growls at Hawk, pulling his clothes off. "I was at a disadvantage."

"Too bad, so sad," Hawk says, the sound of our skin smacking together.

Jett walks over to the side of the bed, gazing down warmly at me. I peer at him through half-hooded eyes, breasts bouncing and legs nearly by my own head.

"You look nice and comfortable," he muses.

I nod, reaching for him. He steps closer, my hand wrapping around his hardening cock. "It's okay. Second place still gets rewarded."

Hawk heartily laughs, hands digging into my thighs as he slams into me.

"Oh, shut up, my pretty little slut," Jett grunts, pushing his cock between my lips.

I happily let him, humming on his shaft. He strokes my hair as he rolls his hips at my face, groaning.

"Are you ready to re-negotiate those limits?" Hawk asks.

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