Page 210 of Redeemed

“God, you’re adorable like this.” He opens the car door. “Get in. We gotta get you home and into bed.”

After making sure I’m buckled, Xander slides into the driver’s seat and pulls onto the road. I watch him as foggy thoughts of kissing him swim around in my brain. He’s really good at it, and he’s really, really hot.

I wonder if he’d let me suck his dick.

The moment the thought pops into my head, I latch onto it. I want to take every inch of his beautifully long cock down my throat until he comes. I want to choke on it and taste his cum on my tongue. It’d feel so—

“Christmas is right around the corner,” Xander says.

My train of thought comes to a screeching halt. “It is.”

“What do you think of coming home with me? I was gonna ask Colt, too.”

I sit up straight. “Wait, really?”

Xander nods. “He always spends it alone. I think if you come, he won’t turn me down like he always does.”

“Then yes. I don’t want him to be alone. That’s so sad. Don’t tell him, but it’s why I didn’t go home with Athelia for Thanksgiving. I thought of him in that gigantic house all by himself, and it broke my heart. No one should be alone for the holidays.”

Xander barks out a laugh. “Is this all I have to do to get you to open up? Get you high and start talking?”

“Oh.” I giggle. “Oopsie.”

Keeping one hand on the wheel, Xander places the other on my thigh. “I like you like this. I’m gonna do this to you more often.”

“Mmm.” I sink down into my seat and close my eyes. “I think I’d like that. I feel so… nice.”

“Anxiety is gone, isn’t it?”

I think for a second before realizing with surprise that he’s right. “Yeah.”

“Good,” he says quietly.

I’m also unbelievably turned on. My body is practically buzzing. When Xander moves his hand up my thigh an inch, I open my legs without a second thought. He takes it as an invitation and brushes his fingers along the seam of my jeans until he reaches my pussy.

With a sharp inhale, I push my hips forward, searching for friction. I need it. Needhim.

Xander groans. “You can’t make sounds like that and expect me to concentrate on the road. You’re gonna get us into an accident.”

Another whine slips free. He presses his palm against me and roughly rubs my clit through my pants.

“Xan,” I gasp.

“Goddammit, Haven.”

The car jerks to the side, and I realize he’s pulled off the road. He yanks off his seatbelt and marches around the car. When he opens my door, his eyes are blazing. I’m about to ask him what he’s doing when he grabs me by the throat and slams his lips to mine.

With his free hand, Xander undoes my jeans and shoves his hand down my panties. I choke on my next breath when he pinches my clit between two fingers.

“I knew it,” he mutters darkly. “I knew all I had to do was get you high, and you’d turn into a desperate, whiny little slut. Look at you. Spreading your legs on your own. You’re not even protesting.”

Whimpering, I grab at his jacket. He’s rubbing my clit now, and maybe it’s the weed, or maybe it’s because anyone could see us, but the tiny bursts of electricity coming from his fingers feel better than ever before.

Or maybe it’s because it’s him.

Maybe it’s because you’re falling for your bullies.

The usual guilt and self-hatred that follow thoughts like that don’t come. All I feel is desire. I want him to be as dedicated to me as he was when we were eighteen. I want him to turn feral the way he did when Brad looked at me earlier.I want him to own me.

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