Page 25 of Battered Moves

He pulls out of me, and we take a few moments to catch our breaths. I glance down at him, definitely seeing a piercing through the head of his cock. I look back to his face and find him smirking, eyes filled with amusement.

“You’re fucking crazy, you know that?” I say with a laugh, andhe nuzzles my throat.

“And you love it,” he replies.

“I can’t believe we just did that on the side of the road,” I say, giggling. “We should probably get back in the car before Jaxon arrives and catches us.”

He nods and helps me up, giving me my panties back and pulling them up my legs before smoothing down my dress. Only after I’m dressed does he pull up his pants.

I feel his cum already leaking out of me and into my panties, causing me to squeeze my thighs together.

“Fuck, I’m going to make a mess,” I say. His gaze shifts down to my thighs, and he groans, closing his eyes.

“That’s so fucking hot,” he says, but I playfully push him away.

“Don’t come at me when there’s a wet spot on the seat of your beloved car,” I tease, and he pulls me back to him.

“I’m going to fuck you raw in the car next time, and you’ll see how little I care about getting your sweet scent all over my seats,” he whispers.

I shudder at his words, and he laughs before letting me go. We get back in the car, grinning at each other like two teenagers who just got away with something naughty. Jaxon calls to tell us he’s going to be there in two minutes, and we both burst out laughing, wondering what his reaction would’ve been if he’d arrived just five minutes earlier.

CHAPTERTEN

Liv

It’s early Sunday afternoon, and I’m sitting on my bed with my laptop open, studying for an upcoming dance history test. The subject matter is quite dull, but it doesn’t help that the weather outside is gorgeous. My mind keeps wandering back to the day I spent with Ryder yesterday. Currently, he and Jaxon are out getting Ryder’s car to a repair shop, while Chase is minding the studio. I haven’t heard from River, but Ryder told me that’s because he’s studying hard himself, so I don’t worry too much about it. I find myself once again gazing out the window instead of focusing on my laptop when there’s a knock on my door.

I get up to answer it and take a quick glance in the mirror. The upper half of my hair is styled into two mini buns to keep it out of my face while studying, and the rest hangs loosely down my back. I’m dressed in jean shorts and a long-sleeve white Henley, which is unbuttoned and reveals a hint of cleavage, but I opted not to wear any makeup since I was just at home by myself.

When I open the door, I’m surprised to see Gunner standing there. He’s wearing navy shorts and a tight, dark red T-shirt, which is a more casual look than I’ve ever seen him in before, aside from the oversized shirts he wears to bed.

“Hey, bun bun,” he greets me with a grin, reaching out to flick one of my mini buns, but I quickly swat his hand away.

“Hey, Hulk,” I say with a smile, and can’t help but admire his muscular biceps. “Have you been hitting the gamma radiation lately?” I tease.

Although I was aware that he’s built like a brick wall, I’ve never truly seen the extent of it because of his suits.

“What are you up to, Livy? Want to get out of here for a bit?” he asks with a smile.

“I’d love to, but I have to study,” I say.

“You can study outside. Just take your laptop with you, and we’ll head down to the beach. It’s depressing to stay cooped up inside on such a beautiful day,” he insists, and I chuckle at his persistence.

“Not that I’m complaining, but why are you in such a good mood?” I ask.

Gunner walks inside my apartment and spots my beach bag, which contains my towel, sunscreen, and sunglasses. He closes my laptop and puts it inside my bag before grabbing my sandals.

“Can’t I just be happy to spend my day with my best friend?” he says, looking over at me with a grin. “Is there anything else you need?” he asks, and I chuckle.

“No, I think you’ve got everything. I just need to put on some makeup real quick and grab my car keys. If we go anywhere today, we’ll be driving topless,” I inform him.

He comes over to me, grabs my keys from the desk, and hoists me over his shoulder.

“Gunner!” I squeal in surprise.

“You’re pretty enough already,” he says, and I hear the smile in his voice.

He closes my door and locks it, all while still carrying me on his shoulder. Gunner only lets me down when we are in front of my Mini and I feel the blood rush back down from my head. I put our stuff in the trunk before I walk up to the driver's side again.

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