Kissing Killian (Face-Off Legacy/Campus Kings 5)

“We had a deal, Killian. You said you would talk to me.”

He flashes a fake, closed-mouth smile. “I’m talking, Jade. What more do you want from me?”

“You’re so hostile.”

“And you’re annoying.”

“Hey,” I yell, waving my hand in front of his face in anger. “I did you a favor by lying to my dad, the police, and the insurance company… and I hate lying.”

Killian snickers. “Your dad sent over a new Mercedes the same day you told him.”

“You’re missing the point, Killian. You stole my fucking car. And I let you get away with it. You owe me. You owe me big time.”

“I still don’t get what you want.”

“You!”

A beat passes between us where nothing more than cars whooshing by us fills the awkward void. And then he does something I least expect. Killian pushes up his navy hoodie and flips open the button of his jeans. I stare in awe as he lowers his zipper, and my jaw just about unhinges as he pulls out his very hard, very big cock.

Why is he hard? And what the hell does he think he’s doing?

With his left hand on the wheel and his right hand fisting his cock, he glances over at me with an evil grin. “You want me? Prove it.”

What’s with Killian telling me to prove things to him?

First, it was the fact he stole my car. And now… this.

“No.” I want to look away but I can’t. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Killian?”

He laughs in response, still stroking his cock. “You gonna suck it or what?”

“Wow! You’re such an asshole.”

He smiles so wide it reaches up to his eyes.

“I can’t believe you.”

Another evil cackle escapes his lips.

I hate him so much right now I want to slap him across the face, but I’m afraid he will crash the car if I do. “You better put that away before I bite it off.”

He shakes his head, laughing. I wish he would stop doing that. It’s driving me insane.

After a few seconds, he does as I ask, and I can finally breathe once he’s fully clothed again.

“You need help,” I growl.

“And you need to take the stick out of your ass and learn to live a little.”

“That’s what I thought I was doing tonight.”

He fumbles with the button of his jeans, holding his fingers there. “It’s not too late.”

“You’re such an animal. Why are you hard, anyway?”

“Racing turns me on,” he admits. “I could fuck for hours after a race.” He winks at me. “You can find out for yourself if you want.”

“I don’t want,” I lie.

After seeing him, all of him, every part of my body wants him. My panties are drenched, my juices sticking to my inner thighs. Even my nipples are pointed like daggers. I’m so horny I can barely sit in my seat without squirming.

“Right,” he hisses. “Keep telling yourself that.”

Killian moves his hand to the center console and then drops it onto my thigh. My heart slams into my chest, pounding so fast I can barely catch my breath.

“What are you doing, Killian?”

“You say you want me, but I think you just want the rush.”

“What’s your point?”

He drags his fingers along my leg, moving them to my inner thigh. “Take off your pants.” Speechless, I stare at him in shock, and he continues, “You want a rush, and I can give you one. Just do as I say.”

In some ways, I guess he’s right. His stupid logic is winning out because I do as he requests, tugging my jeans over my hips until they’re bunched at my ankles.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I look at him. “What now?”

He quickly shifts gears, and then his hand is back on my leg, the car moving faster down the highway. Killian’s hand slips beneath my panties, his fingers sliding along my slit.

“Now, I know you lied when you said you didn’t want to suck my cock. Bad. Girl.” His voice is deep and gravely and so damn sexy my juices pool between my legs. “Close your eyes, Jade.”

“No,” I mutter.

“Do it,” he orders. “Stop thinking.”

As I close my eyes, I lean my head back against the headrest. Killian pushes two fingers inside me, ripping a scream from my lips. I. Could. Die. He hits every pleasure point, taking me to new heights with his fingers.

“Good girl,” he mutters, breaking through my inner walls, his pace matching the speed of the car. “Just relax, Jade.”

We’re driving so fast I’m afraid to take a peek at the speedometer. I have no idea why I’m letting him do this, but it feels too good to stop. Killian is way too hard to resist. When I said I wanted him in the alleyway at school, part of me meant in a sexual way. But I also want to know the truth about why he stole my car.