Damn Anniston and her gloating. She’d already pissed me off by choosing Cade for her teammate.
“You’ll be fine. Don’t be a crybaby,” she said.
A crybaby? Ha! I am not a crybaby. I just didn’t want Thad’s slow ass on my fucking team.
And how dare she tell Cade to block me. That sort of dirty play deserves punishment. It got me completely hard watching her blonde tresses whip around her shoulders like angry tentacles so that it is exactly what she is going to get. Punishment.
Driving that car with precision and skill thickened my cock within the first ten seconds of racing. When she threw it in gear and gunned that last quarter mile?
Had. Me. Rock. Hard.
Her gloating? Yeah, that sealed the fucking deal. I’m going to fuck that victory dance out of her right here on the hood of her car. Let Cade and Thad get their fill. Fuckers.
I see them eyeing her. I see their disguised looks, their overeagerness to help her with anything. Well, not today boys.
This is what Dr. McCallister likes: dirty, filthy, rough, and violent victories. And I aim to please. Watch and learn, gentlemen.
I smash her body against the hood. She’s smirking at me, taunting me. My anger and jealousy simmer under the surface, waiting for the green light.
“Do it, Teddy,” she goads, trailing her finger over the lace lining her breasts.
Deep breath, Theo. Do not allow her the upper hand.
Her hands continue to move across the lace, caressing each junction of fabric. She moves one hand slowly down the ridges of her toned stomach toward her heat.
Fuck.
I’m losing control. She knows it, too, because my eyes follow that hand farther down of their own accord. Her fingers dance inside the black scrap of fabric until her eyes close. A breathy moan starts deep in her throat, climbing until she gasps it out in the air between us.
She’s about to come already. I know that face. And as she furiously moves her fingers under those panties, I realize she will alleviate this ache with or without me.
Jumping into motion, I snatch her hand and flip her onto her stomach, the force of her impact making a loud thud. “Did I fucking tell you that you could do that?”
She turns her head, goading me some more. “I figured you’d forgotten how. I was just guiding you.”
That mouth. That fucking mouth makes me want to do dangerous things.
Restraining her hands behind her back like she’s some kind of criminal, I yank her panties down, her body slick with sweat, catching the fabric at her thighs. A hard tug, and I free them enough to get them to her knees.
Hastily, I unzip my jumpsuit and free my hardened cock. It springs to life, eager to get this show on the road. I force myself between Anniston’s legs, spreading her wide across the hood.
Grazing my finger over her soaked slit, I whisper, “Scream when you can’t take any more.”
Her tongue sweeps across her smiling lips, accentuating the triumphant gleam in her eyes. With a firm squeeze, she traps me between her legs and whispers, “No.”
Adrenaline spikes as she challenges me for control. I fucking revel in the sickness of this game we play.
“I’m going to be rough with you, Anniston. I’m not going to stop until you’re hoarse, begging for mercy. But there will be none, not for you. You’re mine, and when you’re limping back to the car, Cade and Thad will know it, too.”
“You, promise?”
I yank her up by the wrists, forcing her face-first into the hood. I don’t need to check if she’s ready for me. I can still feel the wetness she left on my stomach as she squeezed me to her, holding me captive. Anniston’s chest heaves against the cool metal, her anticipation growing evident in her ragged breaths.
“You want me to fuck you, Ans? You want to feel what you do to me?”
Switching to one hand, I keep her pinned, weaving my hands through her thick, sweaty tresses.
She laughs.
