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Pulling it from his mouth, he shifts, tossing it into the trash can. Pulling something from his pocket, I realize it’s a vibrator. I start to shake my head while he places it in his mouth, getting it wet.

“Lesson one,” he mutters, pulling the thing from his mouth. “Don’t ever tell me to bring it on.” I can barely focus on his words, not when he places the bullet vibrator against my clit, slipping it through my folds.

“Lesson two.” Glancing up, he smirks just as he thrusts the bullet into me. My mouth falls open, the air caught in my lungs. “Being a brat has its consequences, remember that.”

Bending forward he places a single kiss against my clit, swiping his tongue along my slit. Dropping my head against the wall, my hands grip his hair, begging him to keep going. Only the fucker stops. Dropping my leg, a new sensation goes through me, feeling full and warmth spreads through my body. Ryker grabs my leg, helping me back into my leggings.

“Come on, I’m sure Jace is freaking out by now.” Ryker stands, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the bathroom. Each step causes a new rush through my body, and every time Ryker glances behind me, I try to mask anything I’m feeling.

If he wants to play this game, he has another thing coming.

Jace stands by the restaurant door waiting for us. Bypassing him, I storm towards the car with Ryker hot on my heels.

“She doesn’t look happy,” Jace mutters under his breath.

“She’s just mad.” Ryker chuckles. Rolling my eyes, I stand by the back door, waiting for Jace to unlock the door. The moment he does, I climb inside, slamming it shut. Ryker and Jace both share a look before Jace gets back into the driver’s seat and Ryker in the passenger.

“Get to the states and then we’ll stop,” Ryker says. Leaning forward, I squeeze between their large shoulders, turning the volume up on some country radio. While I’m not a fan of country, it’s better than the blood rushing in my head and the pressure between my legs.

Fuck Ryker.

After hours of driving, my clit throbs, and Ryker hasn’t turned the damn thing on. I shouldn’t beg for him to torture me, but I know the moment the thing goes off I’m going to cum. But he hasn’t touched the damn remote. He and Jace just talk amongst themselves, acting as if I’m invisible back here. Maybe I should have ridden up front and annoyed the both of them.

Scooting to the middle, I spread my legs, biting my cheek.Fuck them.If they want to play, so can I. Slipping my hand into my panties, my swollen clit thanks me the moment I slowly rub it in circles. Keeping my eyes on the rearview mirror, I catch Jace’s eyes as he realizes what I’m doing.

“Blake,” he warns. That catches Ryker’s attention, who turns around in the seat, seeing what I’m doing.

“Remove your hand, pet,” Ryker orders.

Shaking my head, I add pressure to my clit, rubbing harder. Ryker narrows his eyes at me, and I bet if he weren’t wearing that mask his jaw would be ticking.

“Remove. Your. Hand.” He growls out each word. It’s a warning. I know this, but I don’t care, and I won’t stop.

Something wild takes over my body as the bullet vibrates through me. I rip my hand from my pants, gripping the edge of the back seat. My head falls back, the pressure building until I’m just there. Then it stops.

Picking my head up, I glare at Ryker, biting down on my cheek so hard I break the skin.

“Brat,” is all Ryker says, turning back around.

Holding my breath, I imagine stabbing him in the eye. Plucking his eye out, chewing it up and then spitting it at him. Fuck him.

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After hours of traveling, we finally stop at a motel. Ryker had turned the damn thing on twice more, but for only seconds before stopping. I am going to murder him. It’s official. I hope Jace doesn’t mind turning this three-way into just a two-way, because Ryker is going to die slowly and painfully.

Neither of them even spoke to me. I thought the country music would have annoyed them, but Ryker sang along most of the time. Jace banged his thumbs to the beat against the steering wheel. All while I sat in the back, squirming and clenching my teeth so hard my jaw is aching now.

I even tried telling them I had to pee, multiple times, but Ryker refused to let Jace pull over. Telling him I was a brat and didn’t deserve to relieve myself.

And fuck Ryker and Jace.

The moment they made sure the motel room was safe, I practically ran to the bathroom.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Ryker growls, catching me around the waist.

To the bathroom, you stupid fuck.I did my best to sign, but it was useless with my hands being caught against my chest.

“Sorry, baby, I didn’t catch that,” Ryker mumbles into my ear.

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