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“Lube?” I rasped, offering my free hand.

The cool liquid touched my fingertips, and I breathed a string of curses. Should we chance it and just pull over right here on the freeway? Because that was tempting. So, so tempting.

But… no. Partly because it was in public, and partly because I wanted to be peeling Cam off the ceiling by the time we got home.

I reached across again and slid my hand between his thighs. He rutted against my fingers, spreading his legs wider. A harsh breath escaped his lips as I started teasing him with my slick fingertips, and the seat creaked as he arched and squirmed.

I was definitely out of breath now, and it was a struggle to keep my gaze fixed on the road as I wound him up. I drew slow, light circles that had his breath hitching and his hips pushing against my hand, and I wondered more than once if I was going to come in my damn pants before we got home.

“God, Trev…” He pressed back against the seat. “Fuck…”

“Oh, we’ll get there.” I circled a little faster with my fingers, and I reveled in his helpless moan as he arched off the seat. “I want to make you come first.”

He made a choked sound. Then he grabbed my wrist, but he didn’t pull my arm away. His grip was painfully tight, and he kept my hand firmly in place as I was teasing him, as if he were telling me “don’t you dare fucking stop.”

The sounds he made were unreal. Fuuuck. My only regret in that moment was that I couldn’t look at him. A stolen glance here and there, yes, but I had to focus on the road. I couldn’t stare at him and drink in the sight of him unraveling from my ministrations.

As I followed a ramp off the freeway, I asked, “Is that good?” I sounded like I was pleading. Probably because I was. “Tell me, baby. Tell me if you like it.”

The response was a soft whimper. His grip tightened on my wrist, and he ground out, “You’re gonna make me come.”

“Yeah?” I panted. “That what you want?”

“Uh-huh. God.” He rubbed harder against my fingers. “Goddammit, as soon as we get home, I need your dick.”

All the air rushed out of me in a ragged exhalation. “You want to get fucked?”

“Hard,” he gritted out through clenched teeth. “God, I want…” He trailed off into a breathy moan. “Trev…”

Fuck it. I didn’t want to be a danger on the road, and I also didn’t want to miss this. So… I pulled over.

We were into one of the winding dark roads leading toward Sewickley, and there was no one else around.

With my hazards lighting up the night all around us, I turned to him.

He had his head pressed back against the seat, his back arching and his lips parted as he pushed out a ragged breath.

He was a wreck, and I was doing this to him, and I could not possibly get any more turned on.

“Come for me,” I begged. “God, baby, I want to watch you come.” I was almost there myself, and I wasn’t even touching my dick; just thinking about him climaxing had me this close to exploding.

“Trev…” He squeezed his eyes shut and arched off the seat. “Oh, fuck…”

I moved my fingers just a little faster, and I was rewarded with a throaty cry as he almost levitated off the seat.

I was mesmerized, loving the sight and the sound and the feel of Cam coming right there in my passenger seat.

He kept coming, kept crying out and shaking and gasping, until he finally tugged at my wrist. I got the message—back off before he got too sensitive.

I did, and he exhaled and sagged against the seat, still panting and trembling all over.

“Oh my God,” he slurred.

I grinned, and holy shit, in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to climb across the console and rail him until I was a shaking mess too.

Not out here, though. It would be just our luck that a cop would pull up and see my bare ass bouncing in the glow of their high beams, and nobody needed those resulting headlines.

Cam let his head loll toward me, and even in the low light, the fire in his eyes was unmistakable. “We should get home. Because you need to get off, and I need to get fucked.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice.

“Get those pants and shoes off,” I rasped. “Because we’re not going to make it into the house.”

I didn’t have to tell him twice.

It was maybe fifteen minutes from there before we pulled in my driveway, but it felt like days. Especially as Cam squirmed his way out of everything below the waist.

As the garage door opened, I growled, “Tilt your seat back.”

The seat’s mechanism clicked and clanked, and I was easing into the garage as Cam was easing back.

“Do we need more lube?” I asked as I put the car in Park.

“No. Just get over here.”

I shut off the engine and pressed the button to close the door. Then I unbuckled my seat belt and climbed over the console. As I settled between his parted thighs, I couldn’t help a soft moan. Almost there. Fuck.

“God, Trev,” he murmured. “Fuck me?” The trembling plea in his voice almost did me in.

“Absolutely,” I growled. His body heat radiated through our suits, and I wanted to strip it all away so there was nothing between us, but there wasn’t time for that.

I needed to be inside him more than I needed to be naked, and I was struggling enough with my belt and zipper.

With Cam’s help, I managed to get my pants open and pushed down enough to free my dick and?—

“Fuuuck…” I moaned as I buried myself in him.

Tight. Hot. Slick. So damn perfect. I let my head fall beside his as I pulled out and thrust in again.

This wasn’t the best position in the world—screwing in a car always meant a little contorting and adapting—but I didn’t care because I was moving in him.

I had him. His thighs around my waist. His arms around my neck. My mouth on his. My cock buried in him.

It was perfect .

“You feel so good,” I whispered. “Jesus… Cam …”

He moaned, rolling his hips to drive me on, and I thought he got even tighter. I squeezed my eyes shut and buried my face against his neck, absolutely lost in how incredible he felt.

Then he shifted a little, and he must’ve been resting his foot on the dash or something, because he found some amazing leverage.

Every thrust I took made the world spin faster.

I had no idea what I was saying, or if it was even words, only that I couldn’t shut up as I kept fucking into him and he kept driving me on.

I was distantly aware that my libido had been dead and gone very, very recently, but it was alive and well and on fire with need for this gorgeous, insatiable man.

“Oh my God,” Cam whined. “You feel so…” He trailed off into a whimper that had no right to be that sexy, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I roared as I thrust for all I was worth, trying to get as deep as he could take me as my orgasm crashed through me.

The release took my breath away, and for long, perfect seconds, all I could do was come.

With a heavy sigh, I relaxed, slumping over him. Cam wrapped his arms around me, and I let my head fall gently on his shoulder. Neither of us spoke as he stroked my hair and I caught my breath.

Little by little, the smoke cleared. My head stopped spinning. Reality came back into focus, and I lifted myself up to meet his beautiful eyes.

My words came out slurred as I asked, “Do you always carry around a bottle of lube?”

Cam’s grin was equal parts wicked and adorable. “When I’m going to be around a smoking hot hockey player who enjoys fucking me…” He half-shrugged. “Kind of seems like a good idea to be prepared.”

I snorted and let my forehead rest on his collarbone again. His suit jacket muffled my voice slightly as I murmured, “Feel free to be prepared like that in the future.”

He carded his fingers through my hair, sending goose bumps prickling down my spine. “I’ll keep that in mind.” Beat. “And the lube in my pocket.”

“Good idea.”