Page 13 of The Cauldronball Run (Outlaw Country #2)

F arrah

Western Colorado/Utah border

Farrah shifted in the driver's seat for the tenth time in as many minutes, trying to find a position that didn't remind her that she'd been thoroughly fucked by a seven-foot orc with a ridged cock practically the size of her forearm.

Every bump in the road sent aftershocks through her still-trembling thighs, and she could feel his cum slowly leaking despite her hasty cleanup attempt with gas station paper towels.

Zeus’s balls, I'm never going to walk normal again.

She gripped the steering wheel tighter, hyperaware of J.J.

's massive presence in the passenger seat.

He kept shooting her these satisfied looks that made her want to either kiss him or smack him.

Maybe both. The marks his tusks had left on her throat throbbed with each heartbeat, and she knew without looking that they were vivid enough for anyone to see exactly what had happened.

I smell like orc cum and bad decisions. Everyone who sees me will know I just got railed.

"You're squirming," J.J. observed, his voice carrying that rumbling satisfaction that made her pussy clench involuntarily. Which hurt. In the best way.

"I'm fine," she lied, shifting again and immediately regretting it when her tender flesh protested. "Just getting comfortable."

"Mhmm." The smug bastard actually had the audacity to smirk. "Let me know if you need to pull over. I could check on those marks."

"You've done enough checking," Farrah muttered, but she quivered at the memory of his mouth on her. "Besides, we're supposed to be racing, not playing doctor."

"I am a medical professional."

"You're an EMT with a monster cock who just ruined me for human men, so maybe shut up and let me drive before I accidentally crash us into a mountain because I'm thinking about your ridges."

The words slipped out before she could stop them, and J.J. made a sound that was pure male satisfaction. Through their tentative bond, she could feel his arousal spike again, which was absolutely not helping her concentration.

The CB radio saved her from further embarrassing herself.

"I still can't believe Glitter Twin One tried to bribe that toll booth operator with actual fairy dust."

"It's legal tender in three dimensions, " came an indignant reply.

Farrah grabbed the radio, grateful for the distraction from the steady throb between her legs.

"All teams, this is... uh..." She realized she didn't have a handle.

"This is Witchy Woman and Green Machine. Who’s in the lead?

" As much as she had enjoyed the mind-blowing sex, it wasn’t worth a quarter of a million gold in prize money.

"Witchy Woman?" J.J. murmured, and she could hear the smile in his voice. "I like it."

"Well hello there, Witchy Woman," came a smooth voice that made her skin crawl. "This is Lightning Rod. That's a sexy little handle for a sexy little voice. How about you and I discuss some private coordination when this race is over?"

The change in J.J. was instantaneous. His entire body went rigid, a growl building in his chest that she could feel through the floorboards.

The temperature in the cab seemed to drop ten degrees, and through the still developing bond, she felt his rage spike so hard it made her hands tighten on the wheel.

Oh shit. He's about to go full caveman.

Before she could respond, J.J. had ripped the radio from her hand with enough force to pull the cord taut.

"Lightning Rod," he snarled, and his voice had dropped to something that would make demons reconsider their life choices. "This is Green Machine The witch is mine. My mate. Try talking to her again and I'll show you what happens when you hit on an orc's bonded female."

The radio went completely silent.

Holy shit, he just publicly claimed me. That's somehow both mortifying and the hottest thing I've ever heard.

"J.J.?" she squeaked, her voice going up an octave. Between her legs, she felt another pulse of arousal despite the soreness.

J.J. had the grace to look slightly embarrassed, though his eyes still blazed green. "Sorry. The bond makes me—"

"Territorial? Possessive? Ready to tear apart anyone who looks at me?" She shifted again, wincing slightly. "Yeah, I noticed. Especially when you were marking me with your tusks while fucking me so hard, I forgot my own name."

His pupils dilated, and she felt his arousal through their bond. "Farrah—"

"Green Machine, please be advised," came Bondo's embarrassed voice over the radio, "we can all hear you."

Farrah's face burned. "Oh my god. The radio was broadcasting."

"Good," J.J. growled. "Now they all know you're taken."

Despite her mortification, she wanted him again. Even though she was sore, marked, and would probably be walking funny later, she had just been claimed over public radio to a bunch of supernatural criminals.

And she'd never been more turned on in her life.

"Zeus, everyone heard that," Farrah muttered. "Now they all know I just got—"

"Properly claimed," J.J. finished, his voice still carrying that possessive edge. "As it should be."

She shot him a look. "You're not even sorry, are you?"

"Not even a little." He adjusted himself in the passenger seat, which made interesting things happen to his uniform pants. "Everyone should know you're mine."

The CB interrupted again. "Hey Witchy Woman and Green Machine, this is Flame Rider. We got a situation ahead. The Sparkle Twins just wrapped their Lambo around a guardrail. We need some medical assistance, if you guys aren’t all bullshit and bad ideas."

The playful mood evaporated. Farrah felt J.J.'s instincts shift from possessive to professional through their bond.

"Where?" she asked and, then plugged the information into the GPS when Flame Rider told her. “We’re only five minutes behind you. We’ll be right there. What’s going on?”

"Glimmer's trapped, and Shimmer's having a meltdown. Are you guys for real doctors?"

“EMTs and yes, we are.”

Farrah spotted the accident ahead. The glittery Lamborghini had kissed a concrete barrier hard enough to fold the driver's door like origami. She pulled over, trying to ignore how the seatbelt pressed against her tender breasts.

Focus on the emergency, not on how your nipples are still sensitive from his tusks.

"I'll handle extraction," J.J. said, hopping out with surprising quickness for a man his size.

"Copy that, I've got triage." Farrah grabbed the medical kit, wincing slightly as she climbed out. Walking was interesting. She could feel J.J.'s satisfaction through the bond and wanted to flip him off.

Shimmer paced beside the road, leaving a trail of sparkles and tears. "She's stuck. The door won't open and what if she's dying and—"

"Hey, breathe," Farrah said, falling into paramedic mode. "I'm Farrah. We're going to help."

Through the passenger window, she could see Glimmer was woozy and holding her shoulder. It looked like it might be dislocated, and she probably had a mild concussion from the way she was blinking.

"Can you get the door open?" she asked J.J.

He was already assessing the damage. "I’ll try."

Without thinking, Farrah placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed magic through their bond. The spell was strong, wild, and tinged with the sexual energy still thrumming between them. J.J.'s muscles expanded slightly, his eyes flashing brighter green.

"Fuck," he breathed. "That's—"

"Later," she said, though she filed away the reaction for future experimentation. Sex magic is apparently a thing now.

J.J. peeled the door open like a sardine can, controlling his enhanced strength perfectly. They worked in sync—him extracting, her assessing, moving like they'd been partners for years instead of days.

"Dislocated shoulder," Farrah confirmed, then let healing magic flow through her hands. The joint slipped back into place with an audible pop.

"Ouch," Glimmer gasped. "Are you a witch?"

"Paramedic," Farrah said automatically, then caught J.J.'s amused look. "Who happens to be a witch. It's complicated."

At least the fairies wouldn’t complain that she was healing them with magic.

As she finished up, Shimmer approached with tears streaming. "The car's totaled. We're out of the race."

"I'm sorry," Farrah said.

“At least we’re still okay.” Glimmer hugged her partner with her fixed arm.

"You guys get going now. You don’t want to lose the race because of us," Shimmer said, sniffing away her tears.

“Only if you’re sure if you’re all right,” J.J. said.

“We are. Go,” Glimmer said, shooing them. “We’ll be cheering for you back in New York.”

When they returned to the ambulance, Farrah settled into the driver's seat with a barely suppressed whimper. J.J. noticed—of course he did.

"Need me to drive?"

"I'm fine." She pulled back onto the highway, pushing their speed up to ninety. "Just marked. Thoroughly. As you intended."

"Good," he rumbled, and the satisfaction in his voice made her shiver.

The radio chattered with updates. They were making good time despite the stop, only three teams ahead of them now. The Utah state line was coming up fast, and then Nevada, and then—

"Farrah?" J.J.'s voice had gone serious.

"Yeah?"

"When we get to New York, when this is over..." He paused, and she felt his uncertainty through their bond. "Did you mean what you said? About completing the bond?"

She thought about the way he'd claimed her, the way his ridged cock had reshaped her pussy to fit only him, the way his tusks had marked her throat for everyone to see. The way he'd announced to every supernatural criminal in the race that she was his mate.

"Every word," she said firmly. "You're stuck with me now, orc."

"Good," he said, and reached over to squeeze her thigh. His massive hand engulfed her leg completely, and she had to concentrate on not swerving.

"If you make me crash because I'm thinking about your hands, I'm going to be pissed."

"My hands?" His thumb stroked along her inner thigh, just light enough to tease. "What about them?"

"You know exactly what," she muttered, pressing her thighs together and immediately regretting it when her sore pussy protested. "Behave."

"It’s hard to behave when all I want to do is fuck you again.”

"Oh my god, shut up." But she was grinning, and through their bond she could feel his answering joy.