Page 60 of Not Her Day to Die (Star-Crossed #2)

G rayson’s hands clench on the wheel as his attention flicks to his stiff cock in his pants before returning to driving.

Does she think I don’t know what they’re doing? Does he?

Grayson finds another bump in the road accelerating onto it at just the right angle. He hears the small gasp Sunday releases.

Grayson is essentially helping his brother fuck Sunday, but that isn’t how he thinks of it.

He is getting her ready, because as soon as they get home, she will be his .

His eyes flick to Darius, to the one that decided to feign sleeping.

He wishes he could have gone that route, too, because forced to drive? Without his eyes finding Sunday in the mirror? Listening to the sounds she releases as Grayson helps to find her pleasure? As the road bumps her up and down? The anticipation of what he plans to do to her?

It is nearly torture.