Page 38 of Wrapped in Silver

“Now or never,”I text her from a burner, and already see the blinds rustling from her room. A grin crawls up my face at that.

When I say jump, you say how high.

Her eyes are wide and she’s already almost bundled up when her face scans out the window.

I picture her perfect lips parting in my shed. Feeling her lust for me ignited a primal urge I thought had been snuffed forever. It’s a good thing I fucking restrained myself… or God knows what would’ve happened...

Trying new things with her… dirty things… she strikes me as someone who might play.

That fantasy might be over soon, though. Let’s see how she handles herself in what’s to come.

I stretch my hand over the steering wheel, pushing out the nerves of wading into, as Donny says, uncharted territory. My little cousin is right… I’m moving dangerously.

I pull down the street now that she’s spotted me, and make her walk another block to make sure the cop won’t be able to pin me without leaving the house.

My eyes narrow as I scan her in the rearview mirror. Love the way she walks—a bit pigeon-toed, yet confident.

She opens the back door, and I can suddenly taste her saliva again. Every part of me wants to prowl into the back seat and rip off her coat.

Crcht.

The door shuts, and I pull away.

“Where’s the plyers I gave you?” I growl.

“Oh, crap.”

“Fucking child.” I clench my jaw.

“What the hell, Silver? It’s not like I’m going anywhere. I’ll give it to you next time.”

It’s not even a sexual innuendo, yet a fresh vial of blood just unloaded into my cock. Should’ve jerked off before I came to pick her up.

“It’s not about that. I need to be able to rely on you,” I say.

She leans forward, grabbing the front seats to come inches away from my face. “I prioritized. Made sure Officer Jacob didn’t suspect a thing, made sure I was on time when you texted. Had to turn my spam filter off just to receive the text. I was careful. So you…shut it.”

She glares at me with that fire, refusing to pull her face away.

I glance at her lips. Perfectly plump. Pink.

She exhales like she’s in heat, so I grab her by the back of the neck and force our lips together. The moan coming from her mouth instantly makes me want to take her, but I pull back.

“What now?” She smirks angrily at me, trying to catch her breath with reddened lips.

I turn forward in my seat, grunting. “Shut up, kid.”

She’s hovering over my shoulder as I reach for her blindfold. “Wait.Are you serious?”

“Dead serious. You want to see your dad, don’t you?Put it on.”

“Letting your tongue down my throat didn’t earn me vision rights?”

“Get up here in the passenger’s seat. Can’t trust you for shit.” I reach for her hand and help her climb up.

She smells like honey again. The fuck does she bathe in?

I glance over at her angry face as she begrudgingly puts the blindfold on, and we drive for the next five minutes in comical silence. Her folded arms and pouty face are ridiculous. She couldn’t hide her glee if she tried.

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