Page 166 of Secret Obsession
Her eyes narrow.
But therein lies the challenge.
Knox won’t care. He’s already brought home puck bunnies, and I know he screwed a girl from Bexley University last night. It’s not in his nature to stick with one girl, and that’s going to be his MO for a while. Fuck and pretend he doesn’t have emotions.
Okay, maybe he’ll care a little, in the territorial sort of way, but I can promise that he’s never made Willow scream the way I can.
Because I know her, inside and out. All the ugly, fucked-up shards of her. The pieces she’s convinced will slice us to shreds.
She forgets that I like pain. That I want to bleed with her.
“Straddle me,” I order in her ear, adjusting my position.
Her lower lip is caught between her teeth, but she swings her leg over. She settles on my thighs, the heat between her legs so close—and so far. I kiss her and only vaguely hear Knox’s groan in the front seat.
She might not hear it at all, because she doesn’t react to him. She does react to the way my tongue takes possession of her mouth, though. Her hips roll forward, grinding against my tented jeans.
I cup her face with both hands. My fingers ease into her hair, dragging her closer. Until we’re flush from chest to groin.
The music gets louder. A loud bass thumping in my ears, matching my rapid heartbeat.
Willow tears her lips from mine, kissing my jaw. She dips down, her lips trailing across my throat. I hiss when she bites me, and my dick gets even fucking harder. It strains against my jeans, but neither of us go to free it.
My hands leave her face, her neck, and go to her waistband. She sucks in a breath when I slide my hand in, cupping her pussy. My middle and ring finger push inside her, thrusting with shallow little pushes. The heel of my palm rubs her clit.
“Ride my hand,” I whisper.
She lifts her head and meets my gaze. She’s so fucking sexy like this, eyes wild and hair messed from my hands. I slip my other hand under the jersey, and I squeeze her breast. I tug her nipple, then skate my thumb over it.
Willow’s lips part, and she moves her hips again. Pressing harder on my hand, absorbing the friction. She’ll be marked there soon enough. Thinking about that makes me want to sink into her—but I don’t want my brother to catch an eyeful of her ass.
Hearing her come is gift enough.
I look over her shoulder and meet his gaze in the mirror.
“You asshole,” he mouths.
I grin and turn my attention back to the squirming girl on my lap. My balls are tight, my cock so fucking swollen I might come in my pants from the sight of her. Like a teenager.
Wouldn’t that be embarrassing?
Willow glances over her shoulder at Knox, and anger surges inside me. It’s white-hot.
“His fingers feel better than your dick ever did,” she tells him on a gasp. “I hope you find a girl who gives you the best sex of your life—and then she never lets you inside her again.”
Knox laughs. “If you think that’s you—”
“Get off your high horse,” she interrupts. “I don’t.”
I shake my head and release her breast. I tug her face back around by her chin. “Eyes on me.”
“Okay,” she moans.
I curl the fingers inside her, rubbing the spot that I know will make her explode. Her eyes roll back, and she moves faster. Riding my hand like it’s my cock, her bouncing swaying her breasts right in my face.
I shove her shirt up and lean forward, biting her breast through the thin fabric of her bra. Her back bows, pushing them into my face, and I yank the cup down. I suck and bite her nipple and palm the other one.
She comes with a cry, burying her face in my shoulder. I keep moving my fingers, milking her orgasm, until she goes lax on top of me.
