Page 49 of Midnight Racers

“If it’s premeditated, then it isn’t an accident,” I pointed out.

He narrowed his eyes at me. “Smartass.”

“Dick.”

“What was that?” he queried, his lips twitching. “You want my dick in your ass?”

“Exit only!” There was no way that thing was going up my poop shoot. “And don’t even try convincing me that you’re really not that big.”

He threw his head back and laughed. “I’ll use plenty of lubrication.”

“If it needs that much lubrication, then it doesn’t belong there.” I folded my arms across my chest to reinforce my point.

Flynn chuckled and put his Range Rover into first, narrowly missing Dale as he swung in a wide arc before leaving.

“Feel better?” I asked.

“I would have felt better if I drove over the sanctimonious twat and then reversed just to be sure.” His dark expression said he was telling the truth.

“He’s not worth it,” I replied. “Dale is a master at riling people up. He learns your trigger points and then uses them against you.”

His gaze flicked over me. “Did he do that with you?”

I looked away to stare out the window. “Too many times to count.”

His fingers wrapped around mine and squeezed, and it felt like he’d just squeezed my heart instead of my hand.

“I’m sorry. Families are strange creatures that claim parts of you that they’re not entitled to. Next time he upsets you, let me know and I’ll shoot him in the ass.”

“And I know you have a gun since you pointed it at me the first time we met.” It seemed like a lifetime ago now. It was hard to remember a time that Flynn wasn’t in my life.

“You can play with my gun anytime you like,” he said in an exaggerated tone that made me giggle.

“You have a filthy mind,” I chastised him.

“What?” he queried innocently. “I was worried about your safety and was going to teach you to shoot a gun.”

“The only gun you’re thinking about me handling is the one currently in your jeans. I’m not giving you a hand job while you’re driving!”

“What about a blowjob?” He flashed that wicked grin that made smart girls make stupid decisions. Like falling for him a little more every day. Like wanting to fall asleep beside him and wake up in his arms.

For Flynn alone, I was breaking all the carefully drafted rules that had kept my heart safe in a world dominated by men. It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

Pixie wandered out of her usual room to greet us. She used to stare at me with a mixture of disdain and hopeful anticipation for dinner. She rubbed herself against Flynn like a hussy, purring and arching her spine.

“Traitor,” I muttered and he laughed.

Flynn’s arm wrapped around my waist to haul me against him. He kissed the side of my throat and a shiver rippled through me. “I’ll rub your tummy too if you wrap yourself around me and purr.”

I couldn’t stop my lips turning up and my body melting into his. “You’re a very bad man,” I whispered, all my willpower evaporating as his fingers slowly trailed over me.

That magical touch made goosebumps rise on my flesh, pulses of electrical energy coasting over my skin.

“I’m only bad for you,” he said, his lips creating a trail of devastation along my throat.

“You’re destroying my sanity.”

He smiled against my skin. “Sanity is overrated.”

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