Page 50 of Midnight Racers

“We can’t keep doing this,” I tried to argue.

“We’re both consenting adults.” His hand wrapped around my hair to tug my head back, angling my head. His lips descended on mine.

Part of me hated that my body betrayed me and sank into his heat. That I needed this connection with Flynn on such a basic, visceral level that was instinctive. Yet, I couldn’t deny the way our bodies moved together, that magnetism drawing us together again and again.

“Stop overthinking this,” Flynn said, his lips lifting to hover over mine. “We fit together.”

How could I not overthink it, considering that there was a life expectancy put on it? What if he woke up tomorrow and decided his itch was scratched?

“Still overthinking it,” he said. “Just listen to your body.”

“My body is confused and worried and horny.”

He spun me around to face him, and all my worries dissolved when his eyes locked with mine. The tip of his right index finger trailed down the side of my cheek. “Go with the horny, definitely go with the horny.”

“I thought you were going to be hurt today,” I said, chewing the side of my mouth.

His hands locked around my wrists to pin then above my head. “I’m not that easily hurt and I’ve avoided being killed over the years.” His forehead rested on mine, his tenderness decimating the barriers around my heart. “No one ever worries about me.”

“You’re going to break me,” I whispered.

He pressed a deep kiss to my open lips. “I want to break you but not in the way you mean. I need to fuck you until the only name you remember is mine. I want to fuck you up the way you’re fucking me up.”

Instead of horror at his words, my body sparked into life, an electrical current vibrating through me with erotic static energy that matched Flynn’s. It felt like he had poured petrol over us and ignited the flames to lick over us.

“Show me,” I said, my back arching to press me against him.

His mouth crashed into mine with suppressed violence and I descended into the darkness of our desires.

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Chapter Seventeen

Flynn

Charlotte wrapped her arms and legs around me, her body enveloping me while our mouths clashed. She said she thought I was going to be hurt in that crash. That was nothing to the terror that expanded in my chest when I saw the threat emerging from her ex team members.

She was far too innocent for our world, but that didn’t mean I could walk away even if I wanted to. She drew me to her like a helpless moth to her flame. I craved the heat of her affection, the way no matter where she started in the bed, she always ended up wrapped around me.

I’d never experienced anything that resembled what we had, and I only realised what I wanted in my life when it arrived in an unexpected five foot five parcel of curves and blonde curly hair. Now, I was a devoted worshipper that would do anything to protect her.

“Flynn.” Her arms tightened around my neck to drag me closer.

My mind was fully focused on the woman slowly eroding the last fragments of my sanity. I jolted at the sensation of something landing on my back, my hazy mind trying to catch up with the situation. It was only when Charlotte leaned back against the wall, her laugh washing over me, that I understood Pixie had jumped up since she hadn’t been fed.

“I had a different plan to feed your pussy,” I grated out, my erection digging into my zip. The cock blocker stalked off toward the kitchen with her tail straight up in the air.

Charlotte shimmied out of my arms, her hand deliberately ghosting over my painfully hard dick. “Why don’t you order something from the menus beside the phone in the hall?”

“Do they supply orgasms?” I huffed.

“Depends on the restaurant. That Thai place is pretty orgasmic.”

“I doubt they suck dicks,” I muttered, throwing her a filthy look when her giggle echoed from the kitchen.

Her head popped back around the door. “I’ve never tried to order that, but you could ask?”

I glared at her before pointing to my groin. “This isn’t funny. Women don’t understand the pain of an erection being strangled by a zip.”

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