Page 78 of Filthy Little Pretties

“Holy shit, Grey! This car is fast!”

I don’t answer, opting to shift the car, and keep my lead foot on the pedal.

“Grey,” Laura squeals, “maybe we should slow down.”

“Shut up, Laura.”

“What?”

She can’t hear me over the wind, or my mumbling, but I don’t care. I don’t care about anything. I’m ready to explode. I take a turn too quickly, and Laura jerks toward the door, reaching out to grab my arm.

“Grey!”

“Shut the fuck up, Laura.”

“What?”

For fuck’s sake.I dart the car quickly onto an embankment, pulling to a hard stop, and pull up the brake, causing her body to rock forward harshly.

“What the fuck, Grey!”

My body twists to hers, my face soaked in irritation.

“Stop. Talking. Laura.”

Her eyes grow wide as she stares at me in shock. “Rude! Don’t be a dick. If you weren’t driving like a lunatic, I would’ve heard you.” She brushes her wild hair out of her face. “Why are you so pissed anyway? You won tonight. You’re acting as if you lost.”

I did fucking lose. Something bigger than my pride. Lesson learned, Cherry. Fuck her, she’s just a chick.Stop giving a shit, Grey.

“She’s nothing,” I whisper to myself, focused on the steering wheel.

“Is this about Donovan? Because that girl is a bitch.”

“What does that mean?” I bark, facing her.

“What I said,” she answers haughtily.

“What did she say to you before you got in my car?”

“What does it matter, Grey?”

Laura’s hand reaches out and strokes my sore thigh, dipping in between my legs to rub my cock.

“Fuck.” My head drops back, pushing my pelvis forward. “Mmmm.”

“Let me help you feel better. I want to. Fuck that girl.”

Fuck that girl.Laura’s hand rubs harder and faster as my hips buck.Fuck that girl.I press myself into her hand, wanting more but feeling a void. What the hell? This isn’t happening. My eyes spring open, too scared to look down and see that my dick isn’t cooperating.

Fuck that girl. That’s the problem. I want to fuck, steal, and keep that girl. Goddammit.

“Do you like that?” she purrs, trying to kiss my neck, but I push her face away and undo the string of my grey sweatpants to give her room as I shove her hand in.

“Jerk me off.”

She wraps her hand around my soft cock and starts to beat it up and down, brushing her tits against me, but it does nothing. Fucking nothing. Come on. Are you fucking kidding me? This asshole dick of mine is going to lie there at half chub and pretend we aren’t about to get worked over. Traitor. I could sit here and power through—instinct will take over and I could fuck Laura until I’m spent—but goddamn, I don’t want to.

This is Donovan’s fault. Motherfucker.