Page 16 of Furious
“More than ok. I—” she lowers one of the spaghetti straps of her dress, baring her perfect, round breast.
The milky skin of her tit is the softest thing I’ve ever felt, and I massage it slowly, feeling its weight in my hand.
My mouth leaves hers to glide down the column of her neck, joining my hand.
I swirl my tongue around Zara’s pink nipple and the noise she makes is almost enough to make me blow my load.
She shuffles around until I’m pressed down on the reclined passenger seat and she’s straddling my hips.
Zara cups the bulge in my jeans and my cock responds with a needy pulse that sends pleasure and need to every nerve ending in my body.
I sit up and look around to make sure that we’re still alone in the empty parking lot.
There’s no one in sight, and I know I have a condom in my wallet. I always carry one.
My stepsister kisses me hard, leaning over me. Her dark hair is like a silky curtain that hides the rest of the world. All I can see is her.
It would be so easy to suit up and take her. I’ve been dying to know how she feels. How it feels to be inside of her.
“Ares.”
I tuck her hair behind her ear. “Are you begging, princess?”
She makes another one of those needy noises and I fucking snap.
I flip us over, burying my face between her perfect tits, lifting the cotton of her sundress up to her hips as I lift my head to look into her eyes.
“I don’t think we should.” I say.
Zara shakes her head, visibly confused. “What? Why? Do you really want me to beg?”
“No.” I chuckle. “If you beg me, I’m not going to stop until you scream my name so loud, they’re going to hear you three miles away all the way to the hospital.”
She hides her face in the crook of my neck. “Then tell me why I shouldn’t just beg you and get what I want.” She grumbles.
I trap her chin between my fingers, forcing her to look up at me. “Because I want to take my time with you, princess. I want to take all your clothes off. I want to feel your skin against mine. After I make you come over and over, I want to hold you all night and see how beautiful you look while you sleep in my arms.”
She frowns at my words. Maybe I over shared.
“Creepy, I know.” I admit, kissing the corner of her lips. “I’m sorry if that weirded you out. But this isn’t just a fling for me, Zara. I was always too focused on my racing career first, and on my grief later. I’ve never really felt the need to share more than a casual night of fun. With you, it’s different. I want to share everything about myself with you. I can be all in if you want me.”
Her frown turns into a full-blown scowl.
“You didn’t weird me out. It’s just… you sound like Lev.”
Ah, fuck. Jealousy rears its ugly head and for a second, I think fuck it. Does she want a quickie in my dad’s old Jeep? I’m going to give her exactly what she wants.
I know that Zara slept with Lev and with Chance, too. She hinted at that when she came to bring me cookies last week. They didn’t say it in so many words when we talked after my run in with Fox, but they were awfully smug about their chances of being the last man standing.
On one hand, I want to fuck Zara, and then go home and tell Lev and my brother that this deal we have about all dating Zara while we figure things out is off. We can’t coexist and I want them to back off.
On the other hand, I’m glad Lev treated Zara right.
That tells me that he isn’t lying when he says that he cares about her.
“So Lev got to hold you in his arms all night?” I ask her. “Did Chance?” I add when she nods.
“Yeah.”
