Page 47 of Strike & Score
Her eyes narrow even more. “I feel like this is a trap.”
“How would it be a trap? You were questioning me. Inicelypacked up the car for us to go to our parents’ house for the holiday.” I fold my arms across my chest, and lean against the car.
“Ew.” She grimaces. “Don’t sayourparents it makes this sound so incestual.”
“What isthis?”I question with a raised eyebrow.
“You know.” She points to me, then herself, then back and forth. “This.”
“Us? Like us together?”
“Mhm.”
“Like the fact that you’re impaled on my cock every single night, screaming my name while I make you come harder than you ever have before?”
She slams the trunk closed, grumbling, “Go away.”
I bark out a laugh at her mini outburst because I love how she still gets weird about the thought of us together. I don’t know if it’s because she’s still trying to convince herself she hates me, or because we’re step siblings. Or because she only likes my dirty talk in the bedroom. And she fuckinglovesit in the bedroom.
We get in the car, and she immediately takes over themusic selection, which I’m fully prepared to argue about, but the first song starts to play, and it’s one I actually like.
“What?” she asks, already defensive.
I shake my head. “Nothing. But if you start playing Taylor Swift, we’re changing it.”
Mayson tries to hide her smile, but I catch it before she looks away, mumbling, “You know you like Taylor Swift.”
I drive us away from campus, and neither of us say anything initially, just the sound of the music that sounds like it could have been taken from one of my own playlists. Part of me wonders if she really did take some of these songs from me, but I doubt she would admit it if she did.
“What do you think of road head?” I ask once we’re off campus, and headed toward Mercer Island.
“Uh, sounds dangerous.”
“You don’t trust me?”
She laughs loudly. “No. I do not trust you. In no world do I trust you.”
“That’s too bad because I trust you.” I glance over at her.
“Yeah, okay. We’re literally in a prank battle because ofyourteams tradition. You shouldn’t trust me.”
“Well I do, because what’s the worst thing you’re going to do to me?”
“I could think of a few things,” she grumbles, sinking lower in the seat.
“Yeah? I told you to do your worst, babe, and yet I don’t think you have.”
She huffs, and I can tell I’m getting to her, so I push harder because that’s what I do.
“You could really get me back by coming over here, and taking my cock in your hot mouth.”
“I’ll pass,” she grumbles.
“You’d rather wait until we get home? That’sfine too, baby deer. I may want to finish in your pussy rather than your throat anyway.”
“We are not having sex this weekend.” She’s trying to be stern, and it’s cute.
“You are so quick to jump on me every day, and you really think I’m not touching you all weekend?” I can’t hide the humor in my voice at the thought.
