Page 105 of Losers, Part I
“Well? Sit your ass down,” he said, when I didn’t move. I certainly hadn’t thought he’d opened that doorforme. I blinked rapidly in surprise, lowering myself into the passenger seat as I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Are you…are youblushing, Lucas?” I couldn’t believe it. It had to be a trick of the light or something because there was no way his face was red right now. He scowled deeply, waiting forManson to sit down in the passenger seat before he slammed the door and stomped around to the driver’s side.
“He was blushing, right?” I whispered quickly. “Don’t tell me I imagined that.”
Manson laughed again. “Careful, Jess. Getting Lucas flustered is risky business.”
“I don’t even know how I flustered him!” I said, but then it was too late to discuss any further, as Lucas wrenched open his door and got into the driver’s seat.
He cranked the engine to life, shaking his head as I kept staring at him. “It’s a hot day out, fucktoy, so you can stop gaping at my face being a little red. Here.” He handed me the auxiliary cord connected to his radio. “You pick the music.”
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Lucas
Wretched biological mechanisms giving me away. I would have rather bled out than have my face go red, but there I was, hot and bothered, as Jess’s clever little brain tried to work out what she’d done to cause it.
I’d be damned if she figured this one out. Manson would be too, because it was all his fault.
We had about an hour of driving ahead of us, and since we were towing the Z, we couldn’t simply haul ass to get there. Still, I couldn’t resist pushing the El Camino a bit. I raced ahead of the Bronco, swerving around the slower cars in my path. Every time I picked up speed, Jess’s smile widened. I had a radar detector on the dash so I wasn’t worried about cops, and pushed my speed even more to see what she would do.
The sudden acceleration caught her by surprise, and her hand darted out to clench around my thigh. She had a new color on those pointy claws of hers, the same deep purple as Manson’s Mustang. I had to wonder if she’d done it on purpose.
I slowed down, and Jess sighed softly as she settled back into her seat, staring out the window at the open fields. She moved her hand away from me, but I reached over and brought it back, leaving my hand on top of hers as it rested on my leg.
“You haven’t run away from us yet,” I said, glancing at her to try to gauge the reaction on her face. “Enjoying yourself a little too much?”
“Of course I haven’t run away. I still need my ride back,” she said, as if that was the only reason in the world. “Maybe I should have you guys give me a little speed boost too.”
“That sounds like trouble,” Manson said. “We need to work on getting you to change your oil on time before we move on to giving you any extra acceleration.”
“Ugh, boring,” she groaned. “I want a fast car too.”
I barked out a harsh laugh. “Already trying to add on more to your debt? That woulddefinitelycost more than you can afford.”
Her fingers squeezed slightly around my thigh. “Are you sure about that?”
If this little vixen wasn’t careful, we were never going to make it to the damn speedway, because I’d be pulled over on some back road, fucking her silly. I glanced over at Manson, but he was too busy staring at Jess’s ass nudged against his side to be paying attention.
“What do you need more speed for?” I said, my cock rising to the occasion far too eagerly. “You trying to start racing too?”
“No. I just like going fast,” she said. “Although I wouldn’t mind getting to beat you in a race.”
“Not a chance of that. Not with that BMW, no fucking way.”
She gave me a saucy smile. “Sounds to me like you’re scared of me winning. Don’t you think he sounds scared, Manson?”
This time, Manson caught my eye. Our little toy was feeling feisty today, and I could see from his face how much he enjoyed it. He leaned closer to her, warning her, “I think he sounds like he’s about to spank your ass if you don’t start behaving.”
“You need to occupy that bratty mouth of yours before it gets you in trouble,” I said.
Her hand tightened on me, and then her other hand came tojoin it. She pushed up the hem of my shirt, tracing her finger along my belt buckle.
“How should I do that, sir?” she said. She didn’t fool me with that sweet, simpering tone. I didn’t need to look at Manson again to know he was excited, eager for us to put on a show. I was happy to give him some entertainment.
I adjusted my position, pulling open my belt one-handed as I said, “You know what to do, girl.”
I was nearly choking on those words in a moment, because goddamn, shereallyknew what to do. After twenty seconds with my cock in her mouth, I was seriously regretting that I had to watch the road instead of her. Manson was the lucky one, and he leaned against the door with one leg up on the seat as he observed her, smirking all the while.