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“Why do you have to let your intrusive thoughts reign free all the time?”

Vince lifted his hand and ran the back of his fingers over her hot cheeks as she tried to hide her blush by bowing her head. “We enjoy spoiling you as much as you spoil us. Our next hunts won’t be this intense nor will we leave you for that long ever again.”

“I didn’t mean to make you feel bad for going out. I still want you to do your thing. I don’t want you to change your entire lives just for me.”

“We know that, and just want you to know this was not an ordinary hunt,” Mateo chimed in.

“I hope not because if this is your stress level during every hunt, my blood pressure will kill me before any supernatural creature.” Scarlett laughed and fed Vince a piece of chocolate before eating one herself. “Or you just have to work on masking your stress better.”

“Whatever you’re thinking, keep it to yourself,” Mateo warned Ezra, who responded with a low grumble.

Scarlett’s cheeks blushed again, clearly sensing that Ezra was rather horny. Then again, when wasn’t he? “I missed you too,” she softly admitted.

“Maybe you should let me take Vince’s seat and I’ll show you just how much I missed you,” Ezra purred like a depraved wild cat.

Vince’s hand reached out before Ezra could even finish the train of thought.

He had her chin between his thumb and index, turning her head towards him.

Scarlett gnawed that bottom lip again, and Vince couldn’t help but tug it free and replace it with his thumb.

The second the wet heat of her mouth surrounded his finger, he was hard as a brick.

“No one is taking my seat,” he growled—again.

Scarlett’s breathing was heavy, her chest rising and falling unnervingly as she stared at him with those wide, doe eyes.

Ezra chuckled his mind full of jealousy, but also in a way satisfied. Maybe this had been his plan all along. “Enjoy, princess. Our mute has finally found his possessive side.”

Then the line went dead.

“D-do you mind when he calls you that?” she stuttered around his finger.

He smiled and shook his head, pulling his thumb from her lips with a soft pop . Keeping his focus on the road, Vince dropped his hand to her thigh and slipped beneath the hem of her dress. “Take your tights off.”

“You want me to take my tights off?”

“That’s what I said. And the panties.”

Scarlett hesitated for a moment, checking their surroundings. Then she shuffled, making sure the dress covered her the entire time.

He groaned and let his fingers dance over her inner thigh the moment she sat upright again. “Crisscross your legs on the seat like you did earlier.”

When Scarlett obeyed, Vince’s cock throbbed behind his zipper. He loved how eager to please she was, trusting his guidance no matter how unsure she was.

“Ezra told me you used our little gift.” He slid his fingers through her wetness and rubbed his palm against her clit. “Did you make yourself come thinking of us?”

“I did,” she admitted breathlessly, her voice barely audible. “I didn’t enjoy it as much as I did you though.”

“We’re here now, Scarlett, and all eager to please all of your needs.” Scarlett ground against his hand, making him grip the steering wheel tighter. “Nothing you wish for is too much.”

Her head rolled back against the headrest, her hand reaching over to press down on his erection.

Fuck , maybe this hadn’t been a good idea after all.

He spat on his fingers and quickly returned to her pussy.

She took two of his fingers easily, her lips parting in soft sweet moans as he added pressure to her clit.

“Unbuckle me.”

“Vince,” she protested.

“It’s alright, Scarlett.”

She didn’t obey right away, but when he curled his finger inside her pussy and circled his palm over her clit faster, she did as she was asked.

“Now pull me free.”

Vince’s cock practically jumped into her hand, precum already dripping from the slit. Her nails dug into his wrist, her body melting into his hand each time he curled his fingers inside her.

“Don’t be shy. Tighter. Harder,” he demanded his voice thick with desire and his palm increasing pressure on her clit. “You won’t hurt me.”

Scarlett squeezed, lighting his body on fire, his thigh muscles twitching beneath his skin.

Her head still rolled back and her body arching into his touch, she watched her own hand please him through her lashes.

The lazy smile on her face had more precum dripping down his length and over her fingers.

Scarlett whimpered, her body shivering. She was close and he had a hard time keeping his eyes on the road as he fucked her with more pressure on her clit, keeping the same rhythm as before.

“Vince,” she begged, falling apart beneath her orgasm.

He desperately wanted to watch her become a slave to her climax, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the road. He didn’t relent, fucking her through the orgasm until she nearly drew blood from his wrist.

She’d dropped his cock in the height of her climax and once Vince licked his fingers clean, he guided her to keep stroking. She let him use her to his needs, watching eagerly as he showed her exactly how he liked it. How she could make him come.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” he groaned, his whole body stiffening.

He nearly lost himself when she unclipped her seatbelt, shifted in her seat, and leaned over him. The second her lips touched his cock he exploded, pulsing his cum over her tongue.

“Scarlett!” he cried, unsure if it was a protest or a plea for more. He brushed her hair away, giving himself an unobstructed view as Scarlett licked him clean.

When she sat back up, she avoided his gaze, her cheeks a hot shameful pink as she straightened her dress and rebuckled. He reached out and cupped her cheek, turning her face to him and allowing himself to take a quick look at her.

“You did so well,” he praised, letting his head fall back briefly. “Breathtaking.”

Scarlett didn’t answer, only smiling at his compliment and lacing her fingers with his the moment he dropped his hand into her lap. She started to watch the rain again, her eyes falling shut and her smile turning dreamy.

Fuck, he loved her.