Good Game (The System, #1) (36)

And that’s when I hear a car speeding quickly up the road, its engine roaring obscenely loud. Sounds like it’s been heavily modified, and not in a good way.

Stevie gasps, her hands flying off my dick and up to clutch her top to her chest in an attempt to shield herself.

The engine roars again in the distance with a piercing screech—like the car is attempting a round of donuts—and the sudden noise shocks me, making me pause, delaying my reaction time. So much so that when Stevie goes to push us apart, I fail to grab her and she quickly goes tumbling off my lap and onto the ground. Her eyes go round as she stares at me from below. She didn’t even attempt to break her fall, too afraid to let go of her shirt. She doesn’t even bother to retie her top or brush herself off, she just scrambles to her feet and does this little crouch-run to my bike, mumbling, “fuck, fuck, fuck,” the entire time.

I’d laugh at how cute it is if I wasn’t still in a half-delirious state. My dick is raging against itself at the tease show it just experienced.

My heart rate is sky high, and I just slump against the hard back of the bench, its wood digging into my skin, and let my head hang back for a few seconds. The engine gets loud enough that I know they are probably only a minute or two out. I snatch my shirt and tug it back on. I push up from the bench just as the car comes into view.

They swerve hard when they reach the top, their half circle burning rubber. Tsk. What a waste.

Three guys file out of the car, giving each other pats on the back and talking loudly. I don’t pay attention to what they’re saying and grab my helmet and Stevie’s purse from the bench before making my way to her. Her cheeks are still flushed red, the blush leaking down her neck to her chest.

“Are you okay?”

I hand her purse over.

“Yeah, sorry,” she takes the purse from me and slips it over her head. “I just wasn’t expecting that. Thank you.”

“No worries.” I reach forward to brush some of the gravel off her arms, and she shivers in response.

“I—” she pauses, playing with the strap of her purse, “it’s not like I didn’t want to, like…” She trails off and somehow her blush deepens. She was five seconds away from whipping my dick out for all of California to see, but now she gets shy. She really is the cutest thing ever.

“Stevie, it’s fine. I know.” I use my free hand to grab one of hers and give it a squeeze. She looks up at me with doe eyes, worry bleeding through them.

Fuck that. She shouldn’t be embarrassed.

I bring her hand up to my lips and give it a kiss. “I’ll just have to wait until next time to learn if your pussy tastes as sweet as your lips do.” Technically, it’s a lie since I’ve had her arousal slick around my fingers. But it is true that I haven’t had the honor of drinking her pussy in, having her suffocate my face with every fiber of her being.

Her eyes widen further at the comment, but a smile breaks out across her lips, and mine raise to match.

“You’re absolutely adorable, Stevie.”

“Thank you, you aren’t half bad yourself.”

I laugh, tugging her into my body for a small hug.

“Alright, let’s get you home.”

“Are you sure you can ride with—” She bumps her hip into my still-hard dick, and I groan. “—that.”

“I drove here with it half-hard already; just try not to wiggle as much.”

She chuckles at me as I hand her the helmet to put on and slip onto the bike.

“I can’t guarantee anything.”

She swings on behind me, with more ease than before but still with a tight grip on my shoulder.

“Where did you leave your car?”

“In the parking ramp by Credence Mall, fourth floor. But you don’t have to take me there, you can just drop me by the café.”

I shake my head and turn to look at her over my shoulder. “Now what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t see you home safely?”

I can’t see her lips with the helmet on, but her eyes smile through the visor.

“I didn’t realize you were a gentleman,” she teases.

“You’re right. I’m not. If it were my choice, I would’ve kept you pinned down to that bench no matter who came rolling up this highway. I would’ve let your moans and screams of pleasure fill the air for anyone who dared come near so they knew your pussy belongs to me.”

“Oh.”

I just smirk in response. For all the sass she throws my way and as much as she likes to be a flirtatious tease, she gets flustered whenever I throw it back. I live for it.

“Come on, babe. I want to get you back before it gets dark. You holding on tight?”

Her arms readjust slightly and tighten under my ribs.

“Yup, I’m ready.”

I turn the engine on and kick my bike to life. Revving the engine, I take one last look at the view before speeding back down the highway. Stevie screams a little at the quick intake of speed, and all I can think about is that I was so close to having her screams of pleasure in the palm of my hand.

***

I drive up to the fourth story of the parking structure, slowing down so she can direct me to her car. Her left hand gives my ribs a death grip as her other hand comes up to point in a vague direction on our left, so I slow to a stop. When the engine turns off, she slings herself off the bike with grace. Damn, she got a handle on that quickly.