“I thought you said your car was out front,” she murmurs as I settle her into the passenger seat.
“I lied.” I pull the buckle across her limp form and fasten it. “You might as well sleep because I plan to fuck you into tomorrow when we get home.”
Chapter 11
Mj
The drive back to my place seems to take an eternity. Cullen’s hand rests on my knee with his finger stroking back and forth. Even after I came so hard on his hand in the back alley, my body still craves more. He knows exactly what he’s doing each time those fingers caress my skin. My body is wound so tight, causing me to squirm in the passenger seat. I really don’t think I’m going to scratch the itch that is Cullen Castile. It doesn’t help when he keeps on saying the sweetest stuff to me. He is going to make me think this could be more.
His jealous words laced with the I’ll deal with it somehow were sweeter to me than they should be. His way of dealing with it is all too appealing. I’m still shocked over his display of it to begin with. This was supposed to be a no strings fun affair. He shouldn’t care about other dicks around me.
This was a no hearts and flowers involved fling but I am slipping. Each time he says something about me being his I am pushed closer to the edge of falling right into Cullen. I need to remember this isn’t for keeps.
“You bringing a date to the wedding?” My voice comes out higher than I mean it to. His hand on my thigh tightens.
“You and I will both be at the wedding.” His gaze shifts over to me for a moment. “Together,” he adds before the light we’re stopped at flicks green, signaling for him to drive.
“I won’t take attention away from Luna’s wedding. We can’t go together.” The excuse rolls off my tongue. It’s a lie. It wouldn’t take anything away from Luna’s big day. She’d probably be down for all of this. That’s the problem. She’d love this idea of us being with brothers. She’d be so smitten with it that she’d get hurt too when Cullen and I decide to part ways. She is also loyal to the bone, so that means she’d probably be angry with Cullen. Even if I told her shit was cool she’d still harbor negative feelings toward him. The thought of being without him makes my chest ache. This is not good.
“Then we go alone and I’ll fuck you in a dark corner where no one can see.” His grip on my leg doesn’t loosen. I nod in agreement, unable to find words because my panties are once again flooded with desire. How does he keep doing this? He’s more in control of my body than I am. He’s digging his way into these dirty desires I hadn’t known were there and plucking them out. Am I so easy to read?
At my agreement he goes back to stroking me with his hand. We pull up outside of my building. I go to open the door but he stops me. The hold he has on my leg tightens again. I’m thankful for the darkness of the night to hide the heat flooding my face. I enjoy the firmness of his hold there. I look back down at his big hand on my leg, realizing that I couldn’t get away from him if I wanted to. I lick my suddenly dry lips. The only thing that is dry on me at this point.
I am going to let my body make the decisions when it comes to Cullen. It hasn’t steered me wrong yet. I’ll deal with the emotional consequences later. When I look up, Cullen’s eyes are on my mouth. He leans over, brushing his lips against mine.
“Stop getting into your own head. Let me take care of you.” My whole body stills at his words. I guess I am easy to read. “Let’s go inside, shortcake. I need your mouth on my cock. You’re going to let me come in that sweet mouth and then you’re going to climb up on me and ride my cock until that sweet pussy remembers who it belongs to.”
I audibly gasp at his dirty words, clenching my thighs together.
I hurriedly open the car door because I don’t think I can wait another second. I hear Cullen chuckle behind me. A moment later he’s next to me.
“Don’t steal my privilege of opening the door for you.”
I peek over at him, fighting a smirk. When he says it like that it’s sweet. I can’t even throw back that I can get my own door. God, he isn’t only smooth in bed; he is out of it too. He really is a unicorn.