Page 65 of Fatal Fantasy

“I’m not kidding, you know. I may not have dreamed about my wedding day as a little girl, but there’s nothing I want more than to meet the two of you at the end of an altar. Even if we have to kidnap a fucking priest,” she says matter-of-factly, the sternness in her voice attempting to be taken seriously, but I’ve never doubted what’s reserved in her heart for not only myself, but Tyson, too.

“Kidnapping a priest sounds like the perfect foreplay, Principessina,” I tease, meeting her gaze in the mirror, and I’d recognize her flared cheeks and shifty eyes anywhere, the mere idea of behaving outside the lines igniting a fire in her bones.

“You two are going to spend eternity driving me fucking crazy, aren’t you? We can’t kidnap a fucking priest!” Tyson joins in the madness, playing Angel to our devilish games, but we wouldn’t expect him to be any other way, filling his place and balancing out the twisted shit that lives in our minds.

“Why the fuck not? It’s not like they’ll deny our access to Hell for such a villainous act,” she snarks, earning herself a harsh spanking from Ty, and I can feel the strain in my jeans, hating the fact that I’m driving, and the sounds of ecstasy rolling off her lips aren’t of my doing, or participation.

“You two better not start fucking around back there, I’ll drive with my feet if I have to,” I warn as if I’m yelling at two little kids in the backseat, threatening to turn this damn car right around, a stark contrast to how Carter and I usually fall into mischief together, with Tyson normally taking on the role as the clear-minded adult.

Carter’s sweet giggles fill the silence, both of them ignoring me as she crawls up his chest, tangling her tongue with his, and while his hands roam along her curves, she drags her hips along his crotch in deliciously slow thrusts, my eyes glued to the mirror as I watch them devour each other like horny teenagers.

This is nothing but a losing battle, but I’ll be damned if I don’t step on the gas a little harder, driving this fucking car as if it were on fire, except my desire is the only thing burning, the urge overwhelming to get my hands on the little temptress in the backseat.

If I thought this was a game before, she sits up ever so slightly while Tyson drags his tongue along her collarbone, a devilish smirk on her face like she knows I’m watching them, but when her eyes meet mine, all I get is a quick wink before she returns her attention to him, furthering this war she’s conjured.

Little does she know, I’d lose a thousand battles just to witness as she writhes in pleasure, screams out in euphoria, or cries from the new heights she conquers, and the only one who wins each time we play is her.

THIRTY-FOUR

CARTER

I’ve been playing with fire, so much so, that I can feel the heat of a million suns radiating through this car, but when my strip tease is complete, and I’m only covered by a sliver of lacy fabric, the flames dance along my skin, lighting me up like I haven’t felt in ages.

I’ve always harnessed the power within me, and while losing that spark catapulted me into a vicious depth of depression, rediscovering the drug that courses through my veins like a lethal injection of heroin has been the highest I’ve ever felt.

Jasper may be driving, but he’s barely hanging on by a thread, all because of the moans escaping my chest, and the loss of my clothes, each and every piece of me feeling worshiped by him from afar.

Tyson has been my partner in crime, assisting me in the games I usually play against him, and when given the chance, he followed my lead like a loyal puppy, but I’ve barely tossed him a bone, the white-hot energy of his pent up release burning my skin with every touch.

I’ve got these boys on my tether, dancing along the ropes I’ve laid, and as fun as the game has been, the second we arrive at the cabin, I know I’ll be in for it, which only enhances the high I’m riding.

“These are utterly soaked … I think I’ll take them off, too,” I tease, keeping up the sex-kitten purr I’ve mastered, and I swear, Jasper’s eyes roll back into his head, the icy silver irises that have always felt like home barely leaving the mirror since I started playing.

After all, what’s a road trip without a game or two?

Sure, most people play I-Spy, or read license plates, but I’ve never fallen into the mold of what’s normal, and I sure as hell don’t plan to start now.

The idea of working these two boys up to their max – and knowing that I’ll reap all the benefits once they unleash those animalistic urges directly at me – is my driving force, the promise of it all feeling so fucking good the one thing propelling me forward.

“You’ve been such a good boy, Jasper. Being patient and driving without even laying a finger on me,” I groan, twirling my panties around my index finger, only letting them drop once my hand reaches over his shoulder, watching as they fall right into his lap.

“Fucking hell, Principessina. I’m going to put you right through the next fucking mattress I find, and you’ll become one with the bed until I decide you’ve had enough,” he barks, a growl erupting from his chest as the primal urges spill onto his words, and shots of lust flow through my veins, electrifying my moves while Tyson trails his fingers along my thighs, inching closer to my center.

“You know, Tyson, after all the games we’ve played, there’s only one thing you’ve never done to me,” I challenge, my curiosity finally reaching a head as he’s only ever ordered Jasper to eat me out, never doing the job himself.

“And what might that be, baby girl?” He muses, a sly smirk on his face that proves I’ll have to use my words, something he’s always been a stickler for, and one of the million reasons why he never fails to make me feel safe.

“You’ve never made me finish with only your mouth,” I say, our eye contact locked as he lets a deep sigh escape his chest, and in the front seat, Jasper’s grip tightens around the steering wheel, his breathing intensifying with the heat I’m unleashing back here.

“Well, our little Tyson’s never eaten a girl out before,” Jasper chimes in, and when I catch a glimpse of him in the mirror, his icy silver irises are blown out, a devilish grin painted on his face.

“You know I’m happier on the sidelines,” he defends, but that ends today, because if we’re driving straight off a cliff, we’re all doing something brand new before we go.

“Will you try? For me?” I plead, looking up at him through my lashes, but he folds instantly, using two fingers to push my chest until my back lands on the leather seat, and his head is between my thighs.

“Jesus fucking Christ! You two are quite literally killing me,” Jasper groans, but I pay him no mind, locking eyes with Tyson as he spreads my legs open until they touch the seats, and I’m fully on display for him.

Without a word, he dives into my core like it’s his last meal, and his tongue flicks against my clit slowly at first, the scruff of his facial hair tickling my skin as we both adjust to new sensations.