Page 126 of Shade
“You got a seatbelt in this thing?”
I laugh. “You don’t need a seatbelt.”
You’re probably wondering how I got her into my side-by-side with me, aren’t you?
Easy. Gave her more drinks after she covered herself in Ninja Turtle Band-Aids.
Panic widens her eyes. “Uh, yeah, I do, actually.”
“Nope.” She’s just drunk enough she doesn’t realize she’s sittingonthe seatbelts. “Completely safe.”
She shrugs, trusting me completely. “Okay. So now what? Are we going out there?” She motions to the motocross track behind the shop.
It takes me a minute. I can’t believe this chick. “I’m kidding. Why the hell would you get in this with me without a seatbelt?”
Her mouth opens, then closes. “I don’t know. You said—”
I shake my head and start the side-by-side. “Don’t listen to me.”
“Fine.” She puts on the helmet that I gave her, placing her beer between her legs. “Don’t kill me.”
I’m jealous of a glass bottle. “I’ll try not to.”
Is it dangerous to have her in the side-by-side? Maybe. Okay, probably. We’re trying to jump it over motocross jumps. Completely fucking stupid. She doesn’t care. Her infectious laughter floats through the machine along with her hair.
It’s whipping around with the subtle winds and into my mouth. She has a lot of fucking hair, that’s for sure.
At some point and I’m not sure how, okay, Iknowhow, but whatever, Scarlet ends up on my lap because Auden wants to drive and there are only two seats.
Let me ask you a question. Give me your honest opinion. Would it be wrong to grind my erection into her ass?
She needs to know the effect she has on me.
Too much?
Okay. I won’t.
I clearly don’t listen.
Probably because Scarlet is on my lap and with every movement of the vehicle, I can feel her muscles shifting and tensing against my thighs.
Every time we hit a bump or turn a corner, her bony ass drags with exaggeration over my lap—and my dick. The small amount of fabric provided by my board shorts and her bikini bottoms is the only barriers between my cock and Scarlet Rose’s ass.
She notices, immediately and glances back at me, but says nothing. I don’t either. I do know I don’t want her to move. Iwanther to move, just not off me.
Or my cock.
Especially my cock.
She doesn’t move. Not an inch. She freezes, all rigid and quiet. Her back is slightly arched as she holds her breath. She feels it. She feels me.
What the fuck am I doing?
Oh, my God, did she just grind on me?
She does. The motion is small, teasing, but enough, and I’m starting to sweat because she’s grinding on my junk.
I lift my hands, gripping her hips and raise my hips up. She quivers under my touch, practically melting into my chest. Sighing deeply, I can feel the tension drain from my body in the rhythmic pushing and pulling of her back against my chest.
