Crank (The Gibson Boys 1)

Grabbing her hips and pulling her down the hood, I position her calves on my shoulders. Her tits bounce as I drive into her. “You feel so good,” I tell her, my brain getting fuzzy as I get lost in the rhythm.

My balls slap off her ass, her body squeaking against the car as I deliver us both higher and higher towards climax. Her blonde hair with faded purple streaks looks like a halo against the black paint of the ‘Vette, her porcelain skin like an angel.

Digging my hands into the dips of her hips, I hold her in place as I drive into her pussy. Each thrust, each penetration into her delectable body, brings me closer to the edge.

“I . . .” she says, trying to warn me she’s going to come. But I know. I can feel it. “Ah . . .” She moans, lifting her hips even higher.

Stroking as deep as I can get, hitting the back wall of her body, I feel the gush of her orgasm just as mine hits.

Her legs stiffen against my shoulders, her back arching off the car. She shouts my name, along with a stream of unmentionables, as I unload into the condom.

The orgasm feels like it’s ripping me apart, decimating every cell in my body, yet the best part might be watching her fall to pieces. The way her full lips part, her cheeks flush, a gloss of sweat dots her forehead. Knowing the contented look on her face is because of me is, quite possibly, the best thing I’ve ever witnessed.

And then it’s over.

My blood still roaring through my veins, unable to find its equilibrium, I pull out with a gentleness so as not to hurt her. Still, she gasps, sitting up and looking mildly embarrassed.

I want to tell her not to be, that she just gave me the best orgasm of my life. That I’ll never look around this building and not think about the way she looked on the hood of this car. But I don’t. Because I’m a dick. I have to be.

Guilt hitting me head-over-fist, I know what I have to do, even if I really don’t want to do it.

“Need a hand?” I ask, offering her one.

She takes it and scoots off the car. Looking back at where she just lay, she bites her lip. “Can we, like, buff out where my body was?” she says, peering up at me.

“I’ll do it later.”

“I’d rather no one sees that, you know.”

Instead of telling her there’s no fucking way I’d let anyone see that, I shrug. “I’ll get it tonight. No worries.”

Sienna watches me for a long moment. “So, what now?”

“What do you mean, ‘what now’?” I ask, even though I know exactly what she means. I also know what I need to do. I have to turn away from her to do it. “Now you leave.”

I cringe as the words fall out of my mouth, hang my head as I say them. She doesn’t say anything and I close my eyes and wait for it.

“Well, okay then. Now I leave.”

“Sienna . . .” I swing around on my heel, my heart striking so hard I think she has to hear it. There’s nothing I want more than to pull her against me, hold her, tell her how amazing she is. But what good would that do? None. “Um, thanks again for helping me tonight.”

She smiles, but it’s not the sweet grin I’m used to. It’s cold. Angry. Embarrassed. “Sure. No problem.”

She scoops up her clothes and disappears into the lobby. I see the light flip on in the bathroom as I get dressed. After a little bit, the door opens and the light goes off and I make out her shadow as she heads to the front door.

She pauses, maybe waiting on me to stop her. My hand reaches for the door, maybe to take her up on that. But for the first time in a while, my body and brain are on the same page and I do us both a favor and don’t. I just watch her go to her car, making sure she makes it safely inside, and then pick up a hammer and chuck it against the wall.

“I HATE THIS FOR you.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t love it for me either,” I laugh, looking across the table at Delaney.

Shoving the food into my mouth, I settle back in the cozy chair of Peaches, a warm buzz settling over me from the glass of wine I’ve already consumed.

Peaches is a quaint, oddball place in Merom that serves a little of everything. Want pizza? They have it. Mexican? There are offerings. A sandwich? Some of the best I’ve ever had. It was the first place Delaney brought me when I got here last year and it’s remained my favorite spot, especially on the weekends when I can people-watch.