He fell down to his elbows above me and rested his lips against my shoulder as we each caught our breath.
But as my breathing slowed, my heart began to pound.
What the hell did we just do?
Chapter 3
Abraham
I fucked Ani.
Ani.
The words ran over and over inside my brain as I lay there on top of her, her body still clasped tightly around mine.
I needed to pull out. I really did.
I didn’t want the condom to come off or leak or something—not that I saw that happening anytime soon since I seemed to still be hard as a fucking rock.
I’d just come so hard I’d practically blacked out, and I was still hard.
Jesus.
I couldn’t tell if I should be dancing a jig or crying into a beer over the fact that I’d just had the best sex of my life in the back of a Toyota 4Runner with my foster sister.
But was she really my foster sister anymore? I mean, she had been at one point, but that was years and years ago. I’d never even lived with her, if we were going to get technical about it.
I groaned as I felt her hands run tentatively up my back and then slide into the long hair at the nape of my neck, and I couldn’t stop myself from canting my hips forward, making her squeeze my dick in response.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a shadow move, and when I glanced up, the homeless guy who’d been hassling us earlier was standing a few feet from the back window.
“Motherfucker,” I hissed, pulling out of Ani quickly and ripping the condom off my dick. “Get dressed. We’ve got company.”
I buttoned and zipped my jeans as Ani squeaked and pulled frantically at her tank top. Shit, I hadn’t even taken it off all the way. Her hands were shaking as she tried to pull her jeans up her legs.
“Hey, it’s fine. You’ve got tinted windows,” I assured her, reaching out to help her. She was freaked the fuck out, and I felt like an asshole for fucking her on a public street where anyone could have seen her.
“I’ve got it,” she barked, slapping away my hands as she got the jeans around her hips. “Just go.”
I rocked back and stared at her as she found the flannel she’d had tied around her waist in the bar and pulled it up over her arms.
“Go,” she said again, pushing my shirt into my hands.
For less than an hour, I’d forgotten what a bitch she was, but within minutes of getting her off, I remembered exactly why I couldn’t stand her. At least I didn’t feel like an asshole anymore.
I picked up and tied off the condom I’d dropped on the carpet, then used my other hand to find the keys I’d set in the armrest, unlocking the doors when I found them. I watched in satisfaction as our Peeping Tom noticed the lights flashing and raced back to his spot down the street.
“Don’t get out, just climb over the seats,” I said to Ani as I climbed out of the backseat, still holding her keys. I didn’t want that dumbass seeing her get out of the car. Usually, I could keep my temper at bay, but I knew if the fucker said anything, I’d go over there and beat his ass.
There was something vulnerable about a woman after sex. A softness that I didn’t want anyone seeing on Ani that night but me.
I closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side to open her door and hand her the keys.
“Ani—” I called when she wouldn’t look at me.
“It didn’t mean anything,” she blurted, glancing at me and then away. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone about your weird little hang-up with biting.”
I was trying to be nice. I was trying to be a good guy. But the moment those words came out of her mouth, any fondness I’d felt about her and the sex we’d just had completely vanished. There was nothing wrong with asking someone not to bite you during sex—but I knew she must have caught on that it wasn’t just a preference. It made my damn skin crawl.
“Thanks for the fuck,” I spat back, feeling nothing but satisfaction as she flinched at my words. I tossed her keys into her lap and slammed the door shut. Fuck her.
I didn’t turn back around as I walked away, but I listened closely for the sound of her SUV starting and pulling away. I wasn’t about to leave her ass in the middle of Portland after some guy had stood next to the car listening to us have sex.
I rounded the corner and almost ran straight into my friend Jay.
“What the hell are you still doing here?” he asked in surprise around a lit cigarette. Then he pulled the cigarette from his mouth and inhaled deeply through his nose. “Never mind. Know exactly what you were doing. Might want to clean the pussy off your beard if you’re goin’ back inside.”