She rocks down against him, saying, “I still have more prizes to collect.”
“Fuck yeah, you do.” Rath’s eyes are like magnets to her mouth. “You gonna let them watch?”
She nips at his bottom lip, right between the piercings. “Just watch?”
I don’t know what this prize is, but consider my attention piqued.
In my periphery, I see Killian glance in the rearview and do a comical double-take. “Hey,” he barks, whipping his head around. “No orgasms in my back seat. Upholstery is a bitch to clean.”
Rath makes an agreeable sound, reaching down to get two big handfuls of her ass, hitching her up against him. The roll of her hips is very deliberate. Rhythmic. Undulating. Jesus, I didn’t even know she could move like that. It’s pure sex, the way she’s grinding against him, and I know it’s gotta feel good, but there’s some part of it that just…feels like she’s putting on a show.
Rath sprawls out, legs spread so he can buck up into the movement of her hips. Her ass is facing me, and her shirt rises up, exposing the smooth skin along her lower back. The top of her thong peeks out of her pants, and it’s just. Like. Give me a break here. I’m only one man.
I reach over the distance to run a fingertip down that delicious peek of spine, plucking at the thong until it drags against her ass. She arches her back in response, which pushes her tits right into Rath’s face. He reacts immediately, cupping them in his hands, rolling his thumbs over her nipples.
My cock throbs in my pants and I say, “That’s it, sweetheart. You won big. Celebrate a little.”
“We should celebrate,” she says, taking a break from her obvious fucking humping to take a big swallow of champagne. She tilts the bottle toward Rath’s lips, and the alcohol spills out, dribbling out of his mouth. “It’s New Year’s Eve. I’ve got the Throw Down Crown and fifty Gs. We have champagne.” She plucks a bill out of her waistband and waves it in Rath’s face. “I’ll give you this if you let me see your cock.”
Killian snorts a laugh. “Save your money, little sister. He’ll give you his cock for free.”
“It’s true,” Rath agrees, smirking up at her. “My dick’s a non-profit, baby. Just call me UNISEF.”
There’s a beat of laughter, muffled against his neck, and then they’re kissing again. It gets heavy quick. Rath’s hands are all over the place—sweeping up her shirt, curled around her neck, tangled in her hair, stroking up her thighs. It looks like he’s down to fuck her right here, just like this, because soon they’re plucking at each other’s flies, arms all wedged between their writhing bodies.
Unthinkingly, I reach down to pop the button on my own jeans.
And then the truck comes to a hard, abrupt stop.
Before we can all get pissed about it, Killian says, “Let’s get inside,” in this deep, strained voice. He’s been watching them, too. I can tell from the grimace on his face when he slides out of his seat, reaching down to adjust himself. She doesn’t know it yet, but after what happened with her on Christmas, we talked about it happening again. It was so goddamn good, but also a bit disorganized on account of it being super fucking unexpected. We’re not getting caught unprepared for something like that again. Next time, everyone knows their role. I’m pretty sure we’ve all jacked off thinking about it. It’s rare we get Story like this, all hot and squirming with need. It needs to be capitalized on. Now.
“Baby, baby,” Rath is saying against her mouth, “we’re home.” He reaches for the door just as I hop out, jogging around the truck to watch Killian wrench their door open. The two of them are already glistening with sweat, and whatever she’s doing with her hips must work for her, because it’s like she doesn’t even realize we’re here. She keeps kissing him and rocking against his lap, and it takes him turning away to tear their mouths apart.
Rath gives Killian a glazed, helpless look.
Killian answers by reaching inside, winding an arm around her waist and wrenching her back. “Just a second,” he says at her plaintive cry, and it’s a good thing he’s basically spent all night peeling her away from people, because the way he throws her over his shoulder is quick and efficient.
“Hey!” she shouts, kicking out as her expression transforms to outrage. “I was busy.”
“You can get busy in the house,” Killian says, clamping his arm down on her swinging legs.