Page 42 of Black Flag

I needed to think ofsomething else.

Clearing my throatbefore speaking, I told her, “So...Icalled for a reason.”

“Ohyeah?”Sway hedged but her voice was marred by vibrating.

“Sway, what’sthat noise?”

She didn’t answer rightaway but when I heard her moan, I fell back against the wall, sliding downuntil seated on the floor.

“Sway,” I warned. “Idon’t have time to take care of the problem you just created. Stop that.”

“Ah...Jameson...feels so good...mmmm...”

“Fuck, stop that. Ineed to tell you something,”

I made a noise that wassome sort of guttural growl. “Sway,please...” my voice trailed off once my hand slipped inside my suit.

Sway’s moans turnedinto throaty sexy fucking gasps, my hand continued to palm my erection. Icouldn’t do much with my racing suit, and I was about to rip it off to take ofthis when Spencer barged in.

Feeling like a teenagerwho just got caught bleeding his pressure valve, I tried to adjust myself to gounnoticed.

“I need to go.”

She didn’t respond andfor the life of me, I couldn’t hang up the goddamn phone. I was utterly fixatedon this, even though it was pure torture.

“I’m not sure mybearings are aligned properly.” Sway moaned. “I think some boring needs done ormaybe some deburring...”

Oh my god!

You could have heardthe sharp intake of breath I took outside.

Sway’s moans grewlouder and she began a very explicit portrayal of the way she was touchingherself and the things she wished I was doing to her.

I’m not sure if Spencercould hear her but when he sat down in the booth with a smirk, I began to thinkhe had an idea of the cruelty. Moving from the floor, I sat in the booth acrossfrom him, using the table to conceal my erection from my brother.

“Sway,” I warned againwhen she told me how she was slipping the vibrator over her ignition switch.She knew damn well I loved dirty car talk just as much as she did. I bit downhard on my fist and threw my head back against the wall when she told me heroil pump was lubricating all the right areas.

Spencer laughed at myexpression, Sway continued and I almost cried at how evil this all was.

Finally, her incrediblysexy moaning reached a climax as my entire body became rigid. When she wasfinished we were both panting, I was leaned forward, my head slammed againstthe table, shaking it back and forth.

Spencer of course foundthis hilarious.

When Sway startedlaughing, I snapped.

“Sway,” my tone wasbrusque. “Youwillpay for that.”

“Ah sweetie, don’t belike that.” She giggled. “I didn’t mean to get you worked up.”

I still hadn’t moved aninch because at that point, if anything even rubbed or brushed against me, I’dbe changing before driver introductions.

“I hope you have a goodrace.” Sway chimed.

“Yeah...with no thanks to you,”

“Don’t be like that.”

“I’ll be how I want tobe. That was mean.”

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