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Kota

N ote to self: never drink rumple minze around Crew ever again.

When Jett handed me the shot earlier, I thought it would be a good idea. Wasn’t sure why.

I hadn’t drank rumple minze since high school, when my friend and I finished the last half of her parent’s bottle while they were out of town.

Within twenty minutes of downing it, we were forced to split up because we couldn’t fit both of our heads in the same toilet. She took the upstairs bathroom and I took the downstairs one.

I wasn’t currently feeling sick or anything, but I did indeed forget how strong that shit was. The one-hundred proof liquor that was circling through my veins was heightening my arousal every time I looked at Crew, and I was making a conscious effort to stand a solid three feet away from him on our walk home.

For the most part, we were both quiet on the walk, and I let Crew lead the way through the apartment complex parking lot.

As we were passing his car, he stopped mid-step, causing me to nearly run into him. When he turned, I immediately spotted the gleaming need in his eyes, lit by a single streetlamp nearby.

The longer he looked at me, the longer I knew the look in my eyes mirrored his.

And suddenly, everything, including logic, was wiped from my mind.

Crew’s voice was a mixture of a demand and a plea. “Kota.”

“Yes?” I said quietly.

His eyes scanned the length of me, and I was glad it was dark, because it felt like my skin was getting lit on fire, and I didn’t want him to catch the flush.

It was cold out, freezing honestly, but between the liquor in my system and the heat that Crew’s gaze was igniting all over my body, I couldn’t feel a morsel of the cold air.

Crew stiffened, his spine straightening. He stepped closer, and there was the lightest breeze that blew by, sending his cologne wafting towards me.

Sandalwood.

His voice came out scratchy. “Say the word and I won’t touch you.” His eyes dropped to my lower half, his thumb and forefinger lightly pinching the hem of my red dress. “But I want to rip this dress off,” he admitted. “Immediately.”

Gosh fucking dammit.

It was hard not to get turned on when he said shit like that.

I hated repeating mistakes, but it felt like this one was bound to happen.

My greed came out as sass. “Here in the parking lot?” I questioned, but I didn’t doubt he caught the breathy note in it.

His head snapped towards our apartment building, and I assumed he probably had the same thought as me.

It was too risky.

Crew planted a hand on my hip, giving it a light squeeze as he used his other hand to fish his keys out of his pocket.

His car gave a light beep when he hit the button on his key fob, and as if he’d done this hundreds of times before, he had the backseat down in seconds.

A hot shiver rolled through me as he helped guide me inside his car.

For a moment I considered stopping this. From talking myself and my body out of it. But I didn’t have that kind of time. Or the motivation to do so.

Crew hit the button on the car door, and just like that, I was locked in. I scooted backwards to allow him some space, before leaning back on my elbows.

It didn’t seem like he’d been having the same second thoughts as I had just moments prior, or if he did, he didn’t seem to show it.

Because there was no hesitation as his mouth settled on mine and his hand snaked underneath my dress. His fingers found their way into the space between my panties and my clit, and I could feel him smile against my mouth in appreciation of how wet I already was.

Thumb hooking atop my panties, Crew gradually pulled them down, exposing me. He flicked them away, and they disappeared into the darkness of the car.

Keeping the promise about my dress, his mouth left mine, and he pulled away just enough to grab the bottom hem of the red fabric with both hands and yank it over my head.

In the blink of an eye, I was entirely bare, waiting and wanting the same way I’d been daydreaming about for weeks now.

After Crew slipped out of his own clothes, his large hand gripped my thigh, big enough to practically wrap all the way around me. He seemingly pulled a condom out of thin air; I had no idea where it came from, but I didn’t care enough to ask. I was too eager to feel him.

Fingertips digging into my skin, Crew calmly guided my legs open.

I was already wet enough for him to effortlessly slide inside me, a sigh escaping my lips as he filled me. After weeks of thinking about our last hookup, it felt like more than just pleasure right now— it was also relief, greed, and lust rolled into one.

By no means was the car big, but we managed, Crew rocking into me as if we had all the room in the world.

A deep, dark groan saturated the air, sounding like music to my ears. I wasn’t sure why it was so satisfying to hear Crew moan while he was inside me. Given our track record, I should’ve hopped out of the car and hurled, but instead, the harmony punctured my core, turning me on more.

I could smell the liquor on his breath, and I wondered if he’d only made a move as a result of it, similarly to when I did.

But as quickly as all the thoughts were coming, they managed to vanish even quicker. With how good he felt, there wasn’t much room left in my brain to be thinking about anything else.

Crew’s mouth found mine in the darkness, kissing me hard, giving me the chance to taste the leftover rumple minze that tainted his lips.

His teeth latched lightly onto my lower lip and pulled, not too hard, not too soft. It was just enough pressure to make me moan against him. In return, his hot breath fanned across my face, and he drilled into me harder.

When his thrusts tilted to a different angle, I bit my lip, trying to hold back from yelping, but the sounds still managed to slip through.

Suddenly, Crew paused inside me, and instinctively, I let out a whimper in protest. He didn’t resume, and just as I was about to let out a loud cry, Crew’s hand shot up over my mouth as if he knew it was coming.

“Shh,” he hushed.

Our eyes locked, and the silence made it all the more sensual.

It wasn’t until I heard Lane and Bridget’s voices passing by the car did I realize why he’d stopped.

Once they were out of earshot, he began pumping into me again, starting at a slow pace and gradually quickening like a car accelerating.

The windows were fogged, the air thick and humid like desert air. I was practically panting, my heart hammering dangerously against my ribcage.

As his hand found its way back to my vulnerable area and began rubbing tenderly, a desperate moan escaped my lips and echoed throughout the car.

My insides were tightening, and by the groan he let out, I could tell he felt it as well.

When his mouth grazed past my ear, my white-tipped nails dug into his back. “Come,” he demanded.

His voice penetrated through me and as if on cue, my entire body shuddered beneath his and I rode the high until every muscle within me relaxed.

“Mmm,” I hummed, closing my eyes.

He didn’t seem like he was close to being done though. His tempo hardly slowed, and he started thrusting deeper. At this point, my lungs were on fire; I was impressed that he was still going.

Perks of being an athlete, I guess.

With how wet I’d become, he felt even better. Pinching my nipple, he rubbed it between his fingers, sending a jolt throughout my body.

Every time I closed my eyes, I could’ve sworn I could hear a growl rippling out of his throat, demanding for me to open them.

I wasn’t going to lie— he was the greatest fucking sight right now.

Sweat dripping off his body. Brown eyes on fire. Focus and hunger creasing his features as he fucked me with all the hatred in the world.

Naturally, I wanted to look at him. Of course, I did.

But I didn’t want him to know how much he had me held in the palm of his hand right now while he was buried deep inside me.

“I’m...” I reluctantly let out, eyes threatening to roll back again.

“Finish,” Crew snarled. “Be fucking good and finish twice for me.”

As if he just hit an on button, my body released, hands latching onto Crew’s biceps like he was my lifeline. If anyone was anywhere near the car, they most definitely heard my shrieks as I soaked in the moment of pleasure, feeling it roll through my whole body.

With a grunt, Crew’s body twitched inside me, his head tipping towards the ceiling of the car. “Fuck,” he muttered, giving a few slow rocks as he came.

Crew collapsed beside me, and I could feel the thin layer of his sweat glide across my arm.

Heavy breathing filled the car, along with the scent of sex and sandalwood.

We both stared at the ceiling, allowing our bodies to come down from the mind-blowing high.

Once our panting slowed, a long, awkward moment of silence treaded between us.

“I still hate you,” I finally said.

“That’s fine,” he responded, looking at the ceiling. “I still hate you too.”