Secret Obsession: Chapter 50

The Colorado Titans win in overtime. It’s getting dark by the time we head out of the arena, and while we’d love to be able to stay another night, we have class tomorrow.

Missing class could very well equal grades low enough to kick us off the hockey team. And with everyone else being seniors, on the verge of making it to the playoffs, there’s no fucking way we’re risking our grades.

Willow leans into me. I wrap my arm around her shoulders, enjoying the willing affection. I have no problem taking it from her—but it is nice to see her want the contact.

Greyson takes the keys to Violet’s car. Aspen and Steele follow them, leaving us with my brother.

Maybe not the best decision, but… if there’s ever a time for a test, I suppose it’s now.

Knox rented a car for us to get home. He slips into the driver’s seat, and Willow automatically goes to the back.

Well, fuck that, I’m not going to choose him over her. I slide in next to her, pulling her across the middle seat to cinch her to my side once again. Her expression seems caught between lust and guilt.

Knox drives behind Greyson, getting on the highway and picking up speed. He puts on the radio, loud enough to drown us all out, and I smile to myself.

This is my brother on his best behavior.

Night falls. We’ve got another few hours of driving, but it seems Willow is wide awake. She’s scrolling through her phone, head bent. Her blonde hair swings in her face.

I reach around her and unbuckle her seat belt, then pull her onto my lap. She tosses her phone down on the seat next to us and loops her arms around my neck.

“What’s your plan?” she asks in my ear. Her voice is breathy and perfect.

“Hmm.” I palm the apex of her legs through her leggings. “Maybe you should demonstrate how a real man makes you come?”

Her eyes narrow.

But therein lies the challenge.

Knox won’t care. He’s already brought home puck bunnies, and I know he screwed a girl from Bexley University last night. It’s not in his nature to stick with one girl, and that’s going to be his MO for a while. Fuck and pretend he doesn’t have emotions.

Okay, maybe he’ll care a little, in the territorial sort of way, but I can promise that he’s never made Willow scream the way I can.

Because I know her, inside and out. All the ugly, fucked-up shards of her. The pieces she’s convinced will slice us to shreds.

She forgets that I like pain. That I want to bleed with her.

“Straddle me,” I order in her ear, adjusting my position.

Her lower lip is caught between her teeth, but she swings her leg over. She settles on my thighs, the heat between her legs so close—and so far. I kiss her and only vaguely hear Knox’s groan in the front seat.

She might not hear it at all, because she doesn’t react to him. She does react to the way my tongue takes possession of her mouth, though. Her hips roll forward, grinding against my tented jeans.

I cup her face with both hands. My fingers ease into her hair, dragging her closer. Until we’re flush from chest to groin.

The music gets louder. A loud bass thumping in my ears, matching my rapid heartbeat.

Willow tears her lips from mine, kissing my jaw. She dips down, her lips trailing across my throat. I hiss when she bites me, and my dick gets even fucking harder. It strains against my jeans, but neither of us go to free it.

My hands leave her face, her neck, and go to her waistband. She sucks in a breath when I slide my hand in, cupping her pussy. My middle and ring finger push inside her, thrusting with shallow little pushes. The heel of my palm rubs her clit.

“Ride my hand,” I whisper.

She lifts her head and meets my gaze. She’s so fucking sexy like this, eyes wild and hair messed from my hands. I slip my other hand under the jersey, and I squeeze her breast. I tug her nipple, then skate my thumb over it.

Willow’s lips part, and she moves her hips again. Pressing harder on my hand, absorbing the friction. She’ll be marked there soon enough. Thinking about that makes me want to sink into her—but I don’t want my brother to catch an eyeful of her ass.

Hearing her come is gift enough.

I look over her shoulder and meet his gaze in the mirror.

“You asshole,” he mouths.

I grin and turn my attention back to the squirming girl on my lap. My balls are tight, my cock so fucking swollen I might come in my pants from the sight of her. Like a teenager.

Wouldn’t that be embarrassing?

Willow glances over her shoulder at Knox, and anger surges inside me. It’s white-hot.

“His fingers feel better than your dick ever did,” she tells him on a gasp. “I hope you find a girl who gives you the best sex of your life—and then she never lets you inside her again.”

Knox laughs. “If you think that’s you—”

“Get off your high horse,” she interrupts. “I don’t.”

I shake my head and release her breast. I tug her face back around by her chin. “Eyes on me.”

“Okay,” she moans.

I curl the fingers inside her, rubbing the spot that I know will make her explode. Her eyes roll back, and she moves faster. Riding my hand like it’s my cock, her bouncing swaying her breasts right in my face.

I shove her shirt up and lean forward, biting her breast through the thin fabric of her bra. Her back bows, pushing them into my face, and I yank the cup down. I suck and bite her nipple and palm the other one.

She comes with a cry, burying her face in my shoulder. I keep moving my fingers, milking her orgasm, until she goes lax on top of me.

“What about you?”

My cock is so hard, I’m two seconds away from exploding. She looks down.

“If you suck him off, I’m going to throw you both out of this car,” Knox swears.

“And leave us on the side of the road?” I laugh, although it’s strained.

Because she’s tracing a path over my jeans.

“Okay,” Willow says instead. “We’ll let you handle the cleaning fee when you drop the car off.”

She unbuttons my jeans and reaches in, past my briefs, and wraps her slim fingers around my shaft. My head falls back.

Do I think of my grandmother?

Or do I let this happen?

But then she’s bending over, practically folding herself in half, and her lips wrap around my pierced head.

“Fuck,” I groan.

She strokes me, sliding her hand up and down. Squeezing and twisting like she’s given a million guys hand jobs before.

I don’t love that thought, but I do love whatever she’s doing to me right now.

Her tongue laps at my slit, her lips only closed around the tip of my dick. She’s not sucking, but damn it, her tongue is doing magical things.

Magic cunt, magic tongue. What part of this girl isn’t special?

“You two are the worst,” Knox grumbles.

I jack my hips up, but the movement is almost involuntary. I slide farther into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. This is the throat fuck I promised her earlier.

I grip the back of her head and push her down. She cups my balls, kneading and tugging, and my hips move again on their own. It’s like I’ve lost control, and I lean back as I fuck her mouth. She’s off my lap completely, only her knees on the edge of the seat and her ass pressed against the seat in front of us keeping her steady.

“Swallow, baby,” I order, my attention locked on her body.

I wait for the flinch, or the reaction, but there is none. If anything, she opens her throat wider, and I shoot deeper inside her.

My balls retract, and my orgasm rushes forward. My cum spurts down her throat, which automatically works and contracts around me. She swallows, and swallows, and swallows.

Until I pull out of her mouth and drag her face up, kissing her hard.

I taste myself and her saliva on my tongue, and she slides back onto my lap. She loops her arms around my neck, holding me as tight as she can.

“I love you,” I say in her ear. Words just for her. Because anyone who convinced this girl she doesn’t know love can fuck off right to Hell.