Page 48 of Broken Promises

Did I like this?

Ander hit a button and the garage door opened, forcing him to slow down and wait until we could pull inside.

He yanked the emergency brake on, making sure the garage door closed behind us before letting out a breath. “Will you hurt me if I say I enjoyed that?”

“Yes,” I practically panted, my body buzzing from the adrenaline rush.

“Worst experience of my life then,” he joked. “Cruz? Thanks, bro.”

“I’m going to start charging you per hour for bodyguard duty soon,” he replied with amusement. “I’ll drop Zav home in a few hours in one of our random cars to avoid someone following us.”

“See you later then,” Ander answered before hanging up and turning to me with a sinful grin as he switched the engine off. “Told you I wouldn't kill you.”

I unbuckled my seat belt and threw myself at him without a word, a needy feeling building inside me that I hadn’t experienced before. He was surprised but didn’t shove me back, one of his hands gently going to the back of my head to stop me from smacking it against the roof of the car.

There wasn’t much space in here, but he blindly reached for the lever to put the seat back a little more, tugging me into his lap to straddle him as I devoured his mouth.

“Bluebird, slow down,” he groaned, holding my hips to stop me rocking on him. “I don’t think?—”

“I don’t need you to think,” I answered as I kissed down his neck, my hand sliding towards his pants. Annoyingly, he stopped me.

“Yes, you do,” he huffed, fisting my hair and yanking me back a little harder than necessary. “Look at me. You hate me, remember? I have no problem fucking you, but I don’t want you to come down from this rush you’re on and accuse me of taking advantage.”

I leaned back and bumped the horn, startling myself, but he just grinned again as I tried to get control of my heart rate.

“I’ve never?—”

“Adrenaline rushes are wild. Racing and fucking kind of go hand in hand for a lot of people, just like fighting and fucking.”

I ground on him a little to try and relieve the feeling between my legs, a groan leaving me. “Can you die from being too horny?”

He laughed, his hand sliding to the back of my neck to tease my skin. “No, or everyone you know would be dead. Do you want me to get you off?”

I nodded, unsure what he wanted me to do. I felt stupid for wanting to ask, but he just slid a hand into my pants and teased my clit, encouraging me to lean back slightly. My hips jerked as he slipped a finger inside, a soft curse leaving him.

“You’re dripping, Bluebird. You liked going fast with me?”

My pussy clenched around his finger as I tried to find relief, but it wasn’t working fast enough. I ached, wanting more as I let out an annoyed moan. “It’s not working.”

“It’s been two seconds,” he said with amusement, grabbing the door with his free hand and shoving it open. “Hold onto me.”

He shifted to climb out, and I held on as his hand left my pants, my legs wrapping around his waist. He sat me on the edgeof his hood and tugged my pants down my legs, almost making me slip right off the damn thing.

“What are you doing? I’ll dent?—”

“No, you won’t,” he said like I was crazy. “Lie back for me.”

I did without question, a thrill racing through me when he dropped to his knees and buried his tongue in my soaked pussy. This was exactly what I wanted.

My fingers tangled in his hair as I forced him closer, grinding against his face as I chased my orgasm, and a shriek left me when he grabbed my thighs firmly and practically motorboated my clit.

I came so fucking hard that I literally felt it shoot out of me.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he exclaimed as he stood and wiped his mouth, staring at my pussy. I glanced down, finding wetness running down the hood.

“How’d you do that?” I panted, a cocky smirk taking over his face.

“You haven’t squirted before?”

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