Chapter 20

Tanner scrawled his name on the electronic screen and returned the pen. The delivery man twirled it as he headed back to the commercial transport truck. The engine rumbled to life, and he skillfully backed out of the driveway, leaving deep indents in the gravel.

When did Tanner have time to get this here?

Tanner crouched in front of his delivery and squinted. His long finger rubbed across the white paint as he swiped off an invisible scuff.

“God forbid it’s a scratch,” I muttered, crossing my arms. The first time I’d ridden in his pristine white Tesla, he’d driven me to the mall. And he’d almost had an aneurysm when I’d reclined the seat. “Wait, this isn’t the same one.” The front of the slim body was thinner, and the headlights were different.

“I upgraded,” he answered, patting the hood and standing.

I pursed my lips and smoothed a finger along the front panel, backing up toward the passenger side. Tanner watched me with an eyebrow lifted.

“Does that mean it needs to be broken in?” I smirked and popped the passenger door open.

He’d never go for sullying his clean, pristine?—

Tanner stalked close, so fast that I reeled. The lip of the car’s frame dug into my calves.

“Empty threats, if you can’t deliver.” He bent his tall body, overwhelming my senses with eucalyptus. My mouth dried up and I couldn’t look away from his teasingly quirked lips.

It took me a second to collect myself. I scoffed. “Me? Not deliver?” I scoffed again and wrapped my fingers around the base of his tie. With a sharp tug I had him low enough to press my mouth against his once. Then I licked his plump lower lip.

He hissed between his teeth. “Fuck, Maya.”

His palm cupped the back of my neck, and hemaneuvered me down, simultaneously gripping my thigh and curling it around his waist. I gasped when my back hit the seats. My knee smushed between the leather cushion and his body while he held the other at his waist.

“Someone’s going to see us,” I complained, peeking at the opened car door. His knees braced at the edge of the seat.

How dare he quirk that blond eyebrow at me? I huffed, but he cut me off with his mouth, curling his tongue with mine. Electricity flared through my veins and making my heart pound like hummingbird wings.

Oh. Okay, he won, bluff called.

I met the soft caress, twinging my fingers in his hair. Mussing it up like he never kept it. I draped my arms behind his neck. His minty breath brushed my cheek.

“You shouldn’t have teased me.” He smoothed my hair back, scrunching it in his fist. Pinpricks of pain and pleasure traveled through my nerve endings.

I tugged my leg from his grip. With some gymnastics level maneuvering, I wiggled my sweats down my hips.

Air cooled my wet pussy.

“So what are you going to do about it?”

His nose flared. The fastener on his slacks popped free, and he yanked down his zipper. Fisting himself, he dragged the tip of his damp cock against my entrance.

I sucked in a breath, tensing up.

He dragged it up and down my wet core, stopping to pay special attention to my clit.

“I’m going to fuck you Maya Rios.” A sinister smile lifted the corners of his mouth.

Whimpering, I jerked my hips, but he didn’t allow me to spear myself on him. Shit. Hell. I really shouldn’t have teased him. His chuckle spiked straight to my clit, and I shuddered. Fucker knew what he did do me.

“Do you deserve a good fuck, naughty Maya?”

I licked my lips and nodded. Tease.

His lips quirked, and his finger pressed against my lower lip. Trailing downward, he caressed my chin and passed the edge of my nipple poking from my shirt. My toes curled, and I wiggled my hips, trying to get pressure on my clit, but his hips lifted further from me each time I twitched.

His grin drove me crazy.

“Tanner,” I breathed.

Tensing, his gaze tracked my features. I held my breath, suspended on the edge of pleasure. No moving or he’d pull back again. I gritted my teeth, not breaking eye contact.

“Damn me,” he hissed between clenched teeth.

His jaw muscle jumped, and he slammed his cock into me, thighs slapping against mine. Shoving my knee high, he flattened it against the leather seat. My other leg curled around his hip. A tremble worked its way up my spine.

He rammed into me again, jolting the car.Creaks and groans from the metal echoed around us, but he didn’t stop fucking me. Hard, fast, and claiming.

My chest bowed toward the roof, and whimpers spilled from my lips. An orgasm rocked through my pussy, and I curled up from the intensity.Tanner cupped the back of my neck and claimed my lips. His soft, silky mouth caressed mine. He sucked in a breath as if taking some of my soul through the kiss. His cock jolted in my channel.

Watching me behind half-lidded eyes, he laved his tongue across my mouth. I shivered, and my pussy squeezed in reflex. The corner of his mouth twitched.

“So reactive,” he murmured, cupping my jaw. I blinked up into his brown laughing eyes without the energy to even glare at his gloating. He kissed me once more then released his grip.

My back thumped on the leather seat while he tucked his glistening cock away and zipped up. He untangled himself and straightened outside of the passenger side door, blocking me from any potential cars driving by. I hurriedly shoved my foot into the dangling pant leg and stood, hiking the sweats up. Clearing my throat, I tucked my hair behind my ears.

“Let me know whenever you want to christen something,” he said, grinning.

I pressed my lips together and shuffled around the hood of the car which sat at the end of the drive. Someone could have seen him straight up railing me if they’d driven by. But no one had . . . at least, I certainly hoped. Clearing my throat nervously, I walked back toward the manor and talked my embarrassment down to nonexistence by the time I crossed the threshold.

Elliot sprawled on the livingroom couch, scrolling through his phone. The three boys hovered around him, but they kept leerily glancing toward the window. Their conversation floated to my ears, blending with Tanner’s heavy footsteps as he entered the front door.

“ Oui, petite freres? ”

“I’m serious, the car’s haunted,” Bear whispered, but the comment seemed to boom off the living room walls. “It was moving up and down.”

I coughed into my fist and ducked my head, careening down the hallway.

Tanner’s laugh echoed.

I cupped my hot face, hurrying to the kitchen. Fucking jerk.