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brITT

DEAD FROG

S kating in front of Jack might’ve been the most exhilarating thing I’ve ever done in my life.

I didn’t set out to show off for him. I did this for Bean. I wanted to cheer her up and make her day better, but when he drove through his gates and simply stopped and stared, I may have been concentrating harder than usual – going faster, harder, higher – just to impress him.

I’ve been skateboarding for as long as I can remember. My brothers, especially Scotch, have been into it since before I was born. He and the guys would be in our backyard on our own homemade ramps, and as soon as I could walk, I was on a board beside them.

I grew up with the band holding my hand, teaching me tricks, bandaging scraped knees and elbows, then dusting me off and putting me back on the board.

Scotch was always my wilder brother. He’d let me fall, then dust me off. Alex was the worrywart; he’d watch over my shoulder and try to snatch me up before I had a chance to scrape my knees.

But I had no clue I’d one day use my skills to impress a boy.

I spent hours skating with Bean and the kids tonight. Hours rolling along the smooth timber like a human pendulum. I spent hours with the wind in my hair, and deep blue eyes trained on me.

Just like now.

Back in the Mustang, windows down, music on, wind in my hair, Jack’s eyes flick between me and the road constantly. He has to drive, he has to be safe, but he can’t stop his eyes drifting back to me.

I felt sensual tonight, like my skating was a different type of slow dance, a strip tease, fooling around of the best kind.

And I’d almost wonder if Jack felt the sexual tension that I felt, like my skateboarding and showing off for him was our foreplay, but ten minutes ago, when I legitimately wondered if I would come without him doing anything more than watch me move, he literally picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, tossed me in the car, and here we are.

So yeah. I’m going to assume he feels it, too.

Not even Annie is chaperoning tonight. Not because she wasn’t waiting by the car, but because Jack gruffly told her no and sent her inside to hang with the kids.

Smiling as the warm breeze whips hair around my face, my skin tingles with anticipation. Electricity surges in my blood, through my veins, throbbing in my heart and… other places.

This man is about three seconds from that blowjob he was so desperate for. My mouth waters at the thought. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve tasted him, but damn, it might be the most exciting.

Jack’s long fingers draw circles on my thigh between gear changes, and the goosebumps race around on my skin, following his movements.

“You have fun tonight?”

I smile and lean toward him. “I had lots of fun.”

“I didn’t know you could do that.”

“Surprise…?”

He laughs and brings our joined hands to his lips. “Definitely a nice surprise.” He licks me from knuckle to wrist and has me almost convulsing. “It was the kinda shit teenagers dream about. You got me all hot and bothered and coming in my pants.” When I giggle, his eyes turn serious. “Don’t freak out.”

“Uh oh.”

“I got you something.”

Sexy convulsions leave me, and instead, my stomach flip-flops. “Huh?”

He nods toward the glove compartment. “In there. A gift.”

“Why? It’s not my birthday.”

He shrugs and releases my hand. “I saw it in the window. Made me think of you.” He turns and flashes a nervous smile. “Surprise…”

My hands shake. “I don’t know, Jack.” I don’t dare reach toward the glove compartment. “You don’t have to buy me things. I’m not that kind of girl. You never have to buy me things.”

“It’s cool, Bambie. Just open the glove compartment. And relax,” he chuckles. “I can feel your anxiety in the air. It’s not a big deal.”

It is a big deal.

It’s a huge deal.

Leaning forward and shakily opening the latch, I watch it slowly lower until the interior light illuminates a small white gift box. Pandora glints along the soft packaging, and despite expecting my heart to slow, it speeds with exhilaration and nerves.

Taking the box from the compartment, I close the door and sit the package on my knee.

“Open it.” He brings his hand to my neck and massages the tension. “It won’t bite you, I promise. This isn’t something to be scared about.”

I’m not sure why I’m freaking out so damn much. I intend to take this guy to meet my family tomorrow, and I spent most of today with his family while we built a semi-permanent structure that takes up a good portion of their street.

Taking a deep breath and forcing a smile to help lessen the anxiety I put in his heart, I flick open the lid and sigh at the beautiful silver bracelet and dangling charm.

“Did you know Pandora has a Disney range?” His words slide through the shadowed car. “Like the jeweler just knew I’d be walking by, he put a little Bambie in the window. I couldn’t walk away without it.” He strokes the back of my neck. “It’s cute, just like you.”

Pulling up in our parking spot on top of the hill, Jack’s hand leaves my neck to work the gears and pull on the handbrake. Switching off the engine, but leaving the radio on low, he unfastens his seatbelt and turns to take the bracelet from the packaging.

His large hands appear so much larger in comparison to the delicate jewelry, but his thumbs and forefingers work the latch, undoing it, then secure it around my left wrist.

Studying his handiwork, his dimple pops with approval. “Perfect.”

I smile and try to tamp down the flutters in my stomach. “Thank you, Jack.”

Leaning forward, he presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “You’re so welcome. It looks good on you.”

Smiling, I fuss with the charm and try not to freak out about what I want to ask him. I don’t know where Jack and I stand, but I know I like him, and he likes me. There’s no reason to be nervous. No reason to freak the hell out over commitment and meeting the folks.

It’ll be okay.

My brothers won’t murder him.

Oh my g–

“I can hear you thinking.” He presses a kiss to my jaw. “I can literally feel the bad juju you’re pushing out through your pores. Spit it out. Share the load.”

“I want you to meet my brothers.”

Freezing, he pulls back and fractures my heart. “I already met them. I met them before I met you.”

His serious words imply diversion, but his popping dimple says otherwise. “I want you to meet them… officially . Dinner. My house. Minimal guns. An escape plan.”

Chuckling, he leans in and presses a kiss to my neglected jaw. “I can do that. Anytime.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Anytime. I’ll make time for you.”

“Are you…” I haven’t felt so incredibly dumb since I was in seventh grade and crushing on a boy at school. “Are you my boyfriend, Jack? Is that what we are?”

He nods softly. “I’m anything you want me to be.” He kisses me again. “I’ll meet your family. I’ll be respectful. I’ll brush my hair. I’ll work on damage control to smooth over that time my brother hit yours.”

My stomach flips. “He threw him across a club. And knocked him out. Over a girl.”

“I’ll bring chocolates. And sedatives.”

“Jack!”

“I’m your boyfriend, Bambie. And you’re my girl.” He kisses the corner of my mouth. My jaw. Then he begins nibbling on my earlobe. “I’ll fix it. Whatever needs fixing.” He bites down on my ear and has the air bursting from my lungs. “Watching you do that tonight was so fucking sexy.”

Smiling, shivering, with my work done here, with the answer I was hoping for, I relax into the leather seat and let him work my body. “I might’ve been hamming it up for you.”

His fingers come down to the hem of my shorts. “It was sexy.” He walks them along my skin, then dips them just below the leather to play and tease. “It was so damn sexy. If my family wasn’t there, I might’ve figured out a way to fuck you on a skateboard. I’m thinking we could definitely fuck on the halfpipe.”

Shivering in his arms, I melt under his lips, his words, his fingers. “We could probably make that happen.”

“Ever had sex in a car before, Bambie?” He slides his tongue along my lips, but freezes and looks into my eyes. “If the answer is yes, then lie to me. This is gonna be one of those relationships; you can lie about that stuff. Make me feel better.”

My laughter turns to a hum as his hand comes up to cup my breast. “No, I haven’t had sex in a car before.” Truth . “But it’s on my bucket list.” Also true.

He smirks, so sexy he has my thighs clenching. He’s barely even touched me, and yet, the moisture pools between my legs. “I could help you with that. Any other bucket list items I could help you with?”

“Let’s start with this one. Fuck me in your car.”

“Yeah…” He kisses my neck again.

“Fuck me on your car.”

“Mmhmm.”

“Fuck me against your car.”

He nods and bites my chin. Squeezing my tit in his big hand, my breath starts coming faster.

“Yeah Bambie. In, on, against.”

“Uh-huh,” I hum blissfully.

“Now.”

“Yeah.”

In what seems like the blink of an eye, Jack has his seat moved back and his hands on my hips. Picking me up as though I weigh nothing more than feathers, he sets me on his lap so my legs squeeze into the gaps on either side of him. Straddling him, I dive in and take his lips with mine.

“These teeny tiny shorts,” he mumbles. Squeezing my ass, he pulls me against his hard as steel cock. “You had me rocking a boner for hours tonight, Bambie. I’ve wanted to sink my dick inside you for aaaaaaages .”

Groaning, my mind is already half convinced he’s inside me. Just the mental imagery alone is enough to have me groaning and panting and grinding down on to his lap.

Still in training shorts – no belt, no jeans, nothing more than cotton and ease – I grind against him and pleasure myself.

“You wanna start in the car, Bambie? Out? On? Fuck, I’ll take you under the car if that’s all you’ll offer me. ”

Giggling, I slide a hand between us. Using just two fingers, I dip them into his shorts and stroke the tip of his cock.

“We’ll start in.” Palming his cock, I groan when his hands tighten on my ass to the point of pain.

Such pleasurable pain.

Rocking beneath me, he fucks my hand and bites my neck. Today was our foreplay. Now I’m ready for the best part. Already wet and waiting, I pull him out of his shorts, move the crotch of my shorts aside, line him up, and slide down over him in one single glide.

“Fuck!” He throws his head back against the headrest and scrunches his eyes closed.

The dash lights illuminate his stubbled jaw, and the streetlights from town create a halo in my hair.

Music continues to play through the car stereo, but his breathing is all I hear.

It feels like we’re the only people in the whole world.

Placing my hands on his shoulders, I bring my lips back to his and begin sliding along his cock.

“Jesus.” I slump forward when he slams up from beneath.

Pleasure zings through my stomach and has me clenching around him. “Again.”

He lifts me by the hips, then slams me down and pushes the air from my lungs. “Fuck, Bambie. You feel so fuckin’ perfect.”

I nod against his shoulder and slide up his cock. “Uh-huh. So good.”

He picks me up, slams me down, and like a flash fire, has the pleasure pulsing through my blood. Like striking a match, the fast slide ignites me, but as soon as it’s over, my pleasure is doused and goes out.

“Faster, Jack.”

“Yeah.” Groaning, he slides a hand between us and roughly presses the pad of his thumb over my clit. With our lips fused, he easily lifts my weight, then slams me down. “Fuck, Bambie.” Grunting, he plays my body like an instrument. “I love you wrapped around me.”

Nodding, I lean forward and hug his face to my chest. Taking that as invitation, he pulls my top forward and plays with my nipples through my bra. Arching up tall, I feed him and work to stoke the fire deep inside my body.

My shorts are in the way. The whole damn car is in the way.

Reading my mind, Jack releases my breast and pushes the car door open. Picking me up off his lap, I cry at the lost contact and try not to fall on my face when he sets me on my feet on the gravel outside the car .

Following me out, he spins me so fast, it almost reminds me of the Jack I first met. “Turn around.” He presses my hands against the top of the door frame. “Hold on. I’m gonna fuck you, Bambie. I want the whole town to hear you scream my name.”

His demands and rough hands send me to the edge of insanity. He simply has to touch me and I’ll explode. The sounds of a tearing condom wrapper tease me, then as he rolls it on, my mouth salivates.

Taking my shorts, he roughly tugs them down my legs and slaps my ass so hard, I cry out. “Sexiest thighs I ever saw.” Mindlessly, he plasters his chest to my back and bites down on my shoulder. “Said you don’t work out, but you’re practically Tony Hawk’s cousin.” Shorts and panties lowered just enough, he takes my hip in one hand, and places the other beside mine.

Lining up, bending me low, he slams into me from behind and has me crying out on a whimper. He pistons against me, so fast and fluid, my release instantly teeters on the edge.

“Jack…”

“Gonna fuck you hard, Bambie.”

“Jack,” I whimper.

“Gonna fuck you every day.”

“Oh my God, Jack. You feel so good.”

He pushes my shoulder down low so my hands rest on the driver’s seat. “Gonna fuck you every day for the rest of my life.”

“I’m gonna go.”

“Go.” He slams into me again. “Go, Britt. I’ll build you up again.”

Crying out, the release washes over my body and sends tiny licks of fire scorching through my toes, flooding my calves, my thighs, my belly.

Like tiny electrical currents that run just below my skin, the heat runs from my toes to my hair. My pussy clamps down around him and slows his movements every time a fresh wave rolls over me.

Without stopping, he slams into me as I ride my orgasm. His hands mark my hips. His hips mark my ass. With my eyes closed and my arms straining to hold my weight, I whimper and let him use my body in the most amazing way.

“I’m gonna come, Bambie.” His fingers come down to play with my clit. “Jump with me.”

“Yeah.” I can feel it building again.

“Get ready, Bambie.”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, shit! ”

I attempt to cry out, to ask ‘already?’ but before I get the chance, I find myself flying into the car and landing face first against the leather of the passenger seat. In an instant, Jack’s gone, the driver’s side door is slammed closed, and red and blue lights illuminate the sky.

Oh, God. Oh, no. Oh my fucking God.

Staying low against the leather, I work to pull my shorts up and not make a sound. I don’t dare look out the window, though they’re open, so I hear everything.

Everything .

Including the cop shoes in the gravel.

Please, don’t let it be Alex. Please no Alex. Please, please, please! Give me Oz. Give me anyone else.

“I should arrest you, Reilly.”

Oh fucking fuck!

“Deputy Alex.”

“That’s Chief, to you.” I can hear the laughter in my brother’s voice. I legitimately want to hurl everywhere. “You shouldn’t be up here doing that, Reilly. Kids could be driving by.”

“I wasn’t doing anything,” Jack argues lightly. Stepping in front of the window, he blocks my view. Or Alex’s view.

“I’m not stupid, kid. I know why people come up to the lookout. You think I’ve never been up here?”

Oh. My. Fuck. I don’t wanna hear this.

Jack laughs, but I swear, it sounds like he’s mid heart attack.

“Who you got in there, Jack? She’s legal right?”

“Um–”

“You can come out, darlin’. I won’t arrest you… this time,” he laughs. “You Kincaids, always indecent in public. Don’t let me catch you twice.”

“Alex, no…”

Boots crunch in the gravel and come closer. “Who you got in there?”

“Turner, stop! I wouldn’t do that if I were–”

The passenger door swings open, then a police issue flashlight blinds me. Accepting my fate, I simply close my eyes, bite my lip, and lay here like a dead frog.

“What the fuck?” Alex blows up.

“Ummm…” Gritting my teeth, I turn my face into the back of the seat. “Hey, X.”

Jack snorts. “I’m sorry, Bambie. I tried to stop him.”

The flashlight leaves my face, then Alex’s eyes snap up and glare at Jack. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you can’t afford one, I will happily provide you with the dumbest piece of shit I know…”

Fuckkkk.