Stunt Doubled: A Movie Star Standalone - Page 55

I was, too.

And still really turned on.

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I opened Ronnie’s door, ready to hop in the back of the cab, but the bench seat was full. “What’s all that junk back there?”

“Training equipment so that Ronnie can practice stunts back at the house,” Ford said.

“Can I put it in the bed of the truck?”

“It’s filthy back there,” Ronnie said. She slid toward Ford and patted the seat next to her. “There’s room up here.”

Only if she straddled the gearshift. I climbed in and scooped her into my arms, settling her in my lap. She squealed, a very un-Ronnie sound, but it was one I hoped to hear again. Preferably in a bedroom someday.

I pulled at the seatbelt, sliding it between our bodies, and Ronnie squirmed when my knuckles grazed her ass. She had on a denim skirt. The thick fabric made me miss those tight, stretchy shorts she wore when she worked out.

Once the seatbelt was on, I nodded at Ford, but he’d zoned out, a strange expression on his face.

“You okay?” I asked. He nodded. “You’re good to drive, right?” I hadn’t thought about whether he'd had a lot to drink, but he didn’t usually overindulge. He was one of those ‘my body is a temple’ types.

“Yep,” he said. “I’m fine. But she doesn’t have a seatbelt.”

I snaked my arm around her waist. “Now she does.”

Ford sighed and started the truck. It was bumpy as we drove across the hard ground. Ronnie bounced around on my lap, and I held her tighter to steady her. But it was like she couldn’t stop squirming. Her warm body pressed against my chest, stomach, and thighs. She wiggled around a lot, evidently trying to find a comfortable position, and I couldn’t say I didn’t enjoy it.

One part of me in particular liked it a lot, and I could feel my cock harden. Hopefully she was moving around too much to feel it, plus there was the thick material of her skirt.

Ford turned from the dirt road onto a paved one, and the truck cab bounded on its shocks. Caught by surprise, my arm flew up, inadvertently grazing Ronnie’s breasts.

Her nipples were as hard as pebbles.

Suddenly, I thought of another explanation for why she was writhing around so much—she was turned on. More blood filled my dick as I thought about that. Was she grinding against me on purpose? Whatever the reason, it felt amazing and made me want more.

However, I didn't dare do anything—much—with Ford right next to us. But maybe I squeezed her a bit tighter, pressing her harder against me. She certainly didn’t seem to mind.

God, the scent of her hair was so intoxicating. Her dark, gorgeous mane was right next to my mouth. I wanted to feel it in my hands, to lift it and to attack her throat. I bet her skin tasted as good as she smelled.

I wished so badly that we were alone. Or that Ronnie would decide she didn’t care that we weren’t alone, lift up her skirt, sink down onto my cock, and ride me until we both screamed. I couldn’t remember ever being this turned on while both me and the object of my lust were fully clothed.

We were about a mile from our turn-off when I managed to take my attention off of the hot and horny young woman on my lap long enough to notice something else. There weren’t many other cars on the highway, but one passed us and I just happened to be looking over at Ford when the headlights swept over him.

There was something, some kind of mark, on the side of his mouth.

Was it blood? Had someone taken a swing at him? I couldn’t imagine anyone getting past his guard, but if they had, they’d soon be dealing with me and Aiden as well.

I pondered who could have done that when another possibly occurred—and made my stomach sink like a submarine.

Lipstick.

It could’ve been lipstick, like the color that Ronnie sometimes wore.

Crap, had I interrupted something?

Shit, shit, shit.

My arms loosened around Ronnie’s waist. She felt it and immediately wrapped hers around mine, staying them. “Seatbelts should be tight,” she said in a playful tone.

But that playful voice wasn’t for me—it was for Ford.

Shit.

I should’ve thought of that possibility. After all, they ran or trained together almost every day. And Ford was a great guy. Plus, he didn’t come with all the baggage that Aiden and I did. We were her stepbrothers, after all, and I couldn’t blame her if she still harbored resentment toward us.

Ford exited the interstate and when he turned onto the road that would lead to our temporary home, Ronnie’s ass shifted against my erection again. A minute ago, it would’ve felt great. Now, I was just numb—or at least my mind was numb. My cock hadn’t gotten the message yet.

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