Page 106 of Fuckboy Psychos (Scarlett Force 1)
I crawl back into his lap and maneuver over his shaft in the tight space, his back to the driver’s side door, my leg wedged between his big body and the back of the seat. There isn’t a ton of room, but somehow, it makes the whole interaction that much hotter. Like, he can’t wait. He needs to make sure that he’s still got the advantage over Aspen Kelly.
“You know,” he whispers, yanking me roughly against him as I ease down his length with my tight wet pussy, inch by careful inch. “I’d kill Ash Kelly for free.”
And then he’s shoving my hips down so hard that I cry out, curling my hands around his broad shoulders as our pelvises meet with a loud smack. My right hand fumbles out and manages to turn the radio back on. “TRRST” by IC3PEAK and ZillaKami is playing. It’s half in Russian, half in English.
For the briefest of instances, my mind turns to the weird rich guy with the gloves, Alexei, but I quickly forget about him when Bohnes settles his huge, hot hands on my waist, encouraging me to rock against him, my bare tits in his face.
He finds one of the marks that Aspen left and bites right over the top of it, claiming me yet again, even if he has no right to. And damn me for it, but I love it anyway.
This is why I need to be careful with Bohnes.
If he keeps offering me up severed fingers, I might start falling for him.
And that, it’s a very dangerous thing indeed.
It’s a quick dirty fuck that ends with me wrapping my arms around Bohnes’ head and yanking his face into my breasts. The sensation of him biting at and suckling on my nipples very quickly throws me over the edge, and I come, soaking his bare cock just the way he wanted.
He unapologetically finishes inside of me as I rock through my climax, and we sit there joined together for an inordinate amount of time.
Without a word, I push away from Bohnes, and he withdraws his legs from my seat, putting his feet back on the floor in front of him. I yank my pants on, but I’ve probably already dirtied up his seat.
That’s his problem though, am I right?
“Are you going to tell anyone about me and Aspen?” I ask, and something about that question makes him go still. He turns to look at me, his hand on the ignition.
“Oh, no, Scarlett Force,” he breathes out, like some sort of night-dwelling demon. While the rest of his face is carved of shadow, I can see his pale eyes and white hair easily enough. “I think I’ll keep this one to myself—just in case I need leverage against you later.”
And then he’s laughing at me and starting the car, his headlights cutting through the dark, and he takes me back to the track as I stay slumped in the corner, staring at him.
Somehow, I can’t help feeling like I’m being played. Between Bohnes and Aspen and Ash … I’m missing something. And I don’t like to miss things. I bite down on my thumbnail, nibbling at the bright red until we get back to the track.
Neither Bohnes nor I offer up any tearful goodbyes as I climb out and slam the door behind me. Part of me wonders if he might have peeled outta there and sprayed me with mud, but another guy pulls his car out in front of him before slamming on his brakes as he realizes his mistake.
Bohnes lets the slight go this once before rolling past the idiot and cruising down the road as I turn back to see Widow watching me.
He shakes his head at me and scowls, getting into his ‘Vette without a word and taking off after Bohnes. I do not, however, miss the way his eyes take in the dark shape of my bra beneath the still-wet fabric of my white top with the black polka dots.
“Shit.” I rub at my face for a moment, acting as if I don’t see Nisha and Bastian standing on my left, the former with crossed arms, the latter with his hands on his hips. At the very least, coming back with Bohnes has erased any possible suspicions about me fucking Aspen.
Although, I lied by omission to my friends once before when it came to Bohnes. Can I really do it again?
“Well?” Nisha asks, her voice tight with annoyance. “You let Aspen outmaneuver me and take you wherever the fuck he took you. You’re lucky I respected your privacy and didn’t track your damn phone.”
I drop my arm by my side before turning to look at her. Nisha, Basti, and I all have the power to track each other’s phones. Lemon used to be in that rotation, too, but not anymore. She blocked each and every one of us from seeing her location—even Bastian, and she’s not pissed at him the way she is with me.
