Page 215 of Deadly Sweet

“If you say you died in a car crash and came back to life again, I'm going to spank you.”

She laughs, and fuck, even that goes straight to my dick.

“Fine. I won’t. But there's an easy fix to this problem.”

“Yeah, and what is that?”

“Pull over and fuck me on the side of the road,” she suggests seductively.

My eyes snap over to hers. “We can’t do that. It’s the middle of the day?”

“Find a back road.” She starts to jerk me off through my pants, and my brain goes blank.Fuck, we really will crash if she keeps going like this.

I don’t have it in me to say no. I don'twantto say no.

“Damn it,” I growl, yanking the car to the left down a dirt road. The country club is away from the city, so once you're off the main road, it’s pretty dead in these parts except for the odd house here or there.

After we’re a little ways down from the main road turn off, I pull the car off onto the shoulder. The thick trees that surround us provide a little bit of cover, so we should be fine.

“Straddle me, Omega.” I look over to her

“I don’t think so.” She grins, removing her hand from my dick.

“What do you mean?” My brows furrow.

She bites her lower lip and watches me as she opens the door and gets out of the car.

“Savannah!” I shout. She just grins and shuts the door.

“Fucking hell,” I grunt, undoing my seat belt and throwing the car door open.

“Where are you going?” I call after her as I watch her walk into the woods. “Savannah, I don’t want to play games right now.”

“Who’s playing games?” she calls out.

“Savannah,” I warn, but she only laughs and keeps going.

I run after her, grabbing her by the waist when I finally catch up to her. She squeals as I spin her around, pinning her against the nearest tree.

That's when I see her eyes. They’re glazed over.

“Are you okay?” I ask, brows furrowing in concern.

“I’m more than okay,” she moans as her hands run over my body, grabbing at anything she can. “Fuck me,” she whimpers. “Please?”

My eyes dart between hers before lifting a hand to her forehead. “You're hot.”

“Mhhm.” She smiles up at me with a dopey look. “You're pretty sexy yourself.”

I snort a laugh. “Thanks, but I mean you’re burning up.”

“I do feel a little warm,” she says with a frown.

“Savannah, baby, are you sick?”

“No.” She smiles. “I’m horny. So horny.” She whimpers, grabbing my hand and shoving it under her dress.

“Fuck, baby, you’re soaked.”

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