Adrenaline (Speed Series Book 2)(60)

Peter pointed to me. “Yes! How did you know?”

With a fake smile, I replied, “I was his physical therapist during his recovery.”

His tongue moved over his bottom lip. “Why is that so f*cking hot sounding?”

Heat surged to my lower stomach as I focused in on his lips. “Peter, how would you feel about skipping that race and heading back to my place to catch up a little better?”

“What race?” he replied as he stood and reached for my hand.

I packed up my things. “I walked here.”

His breathing picked up a bit as he said, “My rental is right around the corner.”

Pulling in a deep breath, I slowly let it out as I tilted my head and gave him another once over. Making sure I eye f*cked the hell out of him.

“Lead the way.”

Twenty minutes later and we were all over each other in his car that was parked in front of my apartment building.

“Fucking hell, I don’t want to screw you in my car, Paislie.”

I crawled over him and began grinding myself against his hard dick. God he felt big. It had been too long since I had an orgasm and my body was screaming for relief.

“You haven’t changed at all, baby. So responsive.”

I ignored his comment and focused on giving myself the much-needed orgasm. The thin layer of my panties was soaked as my relief built.

“Peter . . . oh God!”

He grabbed onto my ass and pulled me closer to him and kissed me. It was nothing like Malcolm’s kisses. My body didn’t tremble, my stomach didn’t flutter, and I felt absolutely nothing.

Just like before, mindless sex to hide the pain.

His fingers pushed my panties out of the way as he slipped them inside of me. Before Malcolm, I would have been pumping my hips against Peter’s hand. Guiding him on how to f*ck me with his fingers.

“Fuck waiting,” Peter mumbled as he pushed me off some and unzipped his pants.

“Condom?” I gasped.

Peter magically made one appear in his hand as he placed it in his mouth and rubbed the tip of his dick against me.

Instead of it turning me on more, it made my stomach turn.

Everything felt wrong. Me on him, his hands on me, his dick pressed against my body.

No.

This isn’t what I want.

“Wait,” I panted as I placed my hands on his chest.

Stopping him now would be a total bitch move and I knew it. I slid off of him and wrapped my hand around his dick, moving it up and down slowly as he dropped his head back.

“Jesus . . . you’ve gotten better at hand jobs.”

I smiled as I fought to keep the bile down.

“Suck on me, Paislie. Show me what you’ve learned.”

I swallowed hard. I hated what I was doing and I sure as hell didn’t want to put his dick in my mouth. It dawned on me it was the middle of the morning and anyone could walk by and see us.

Looking around quickly, I sped my hand up as he pumped his hips. “Oh f*ck.”

Twisting and pulling, I quickly had him calling out my name as he covered his dick and came in his hand.

“Fucking hell, that was nice.”

Nice? What a dick.

When he opened his eyes he looked at me. “Your turn.”

I shook my head and chewed on the corner of my lip. “Peter, I’m sorry I led you on. I . . . well I recently broke up with my boyfriend and I thought I was ready to do this, but I can’t. Hell, I mean . . . I want to . . . but I’m not ready.”

His eyes softened. “Is that why you finished me off with your hand?”

I slowly nodded. He grabbed a shirt that had been in the back seat and cleaned himself up. When he was finished, he placed his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me closer to him. His lips softly kissed mine. I wanted to feel something so desperately, but I felt nothing.

Peter sat back and searched my face. “He really hurt you?”

With a shrug, I winked and said, “Should be used to it, right?”

He slowly shook his head. “No. And I’m glad you stopped us, Paislie. I would never want you to do something you didn’t want to do.”

With a weak grin, I shook my head. “I wonder what would have happened if you hadn’t left.”

His face grew into a huge smile as his cheeks flushed. “I would have gone to college, struggled to pay my way, asked you to marry me and you probably would have said yes because we are the only thing we ever knew. Maybe had a kid or two and probably would have ended up divorcing by the time we hit thirty.”

I couldn’t help it as I busted out laughing. “You’ve thought about this?”

He shook his head as he chuckled. “Nah, but I have thought about you a lot.”

“Be careful out there fighting for our country,” I whispered as I leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Enjoy the race.”

On that note, I quickly got out of the car. “Wait. At least let me walk you up to your apartment.”

I narrowed my eyes as he held up his hands. “I honestly only want to use your bathroom super quick and I swear I’ll behave.”

Before motioning for him to head in, I caught a glimpse of a man standing across the street.

Ugh. He probably just got off by watching us in the car.

Turning quickly, I shut the door and silently made a vow that I’d never try public sex in the daytime ever again.