Take (Need #2)(43)

Brayden exits first and turns to stand in front of the door, blocking me from exiting. He reaches down to slide his dick back into his pants and pulls on the zipper. I reach up to adjust my boobs, making sure they’re covered by my bra-top, and his eyes flicker down to watch. “I’m going to take a separate way out of the house. My car is parked a block away, but I’ll drive around and meet you at the end of the driveway.”

But of course. We can’t let anyone see us leave together. How could I have forgotten?

More importantly, why does knowing this bother me so much?

“Kira?” He leans toward me, eyes wide and questioning.

“I heard you.” My voice comes out a lot harsher than I expect it to.

Brayden eyes me warily. “You’re coming, right?”

Swallowing nervously, I nod.

He kisses my forehead, lingering for a few seconds, then turns to head out of the room.

I wait by the closet, watching him stop at the entrance and look both ways before walking out. Less than two seconds later, I’m following the path he took, my heart pounding at the fear of discovery.

Sneaking out of the room isn’t the hard part. The hallway on this side of the house is just as empty as it’d been earlier when Brayden caught up to me. I already know I can’t head down the main staircase. Too many people. Besides, Brayden turned to head in that direction.

Thankfully, I find another set of stairs heading down toward the back of the house. It’s packed here as well, especially the kitchen as I pass, but I don’t see anyone I know.

Don’t give a f*ck if they see me.

I don’t care about anything, actually. I just want to get out of this house and into Brayden’s car so he can get me to his place and f*ck me again.

Analyzing that thought is dangerous, therefore I don’t allow myself to even try.

I keep my head down as I walk outside. Like most parties I’ve ever been in, there’s almost as much people lingering outside as there are inside. Dodging past them, I make my way down the seemingly never-ending driveway.

A part of me still can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m sneaking out in plain sight to meet up with Brayden.

Because I f*cked him.

Because I’m planning on doing so again. Several times, in fact.





At the end of the driveway, I pause, my heart dipping. There’s no one here. No car . . .

A blur drives by me, slowing down to a stop half a dozen feet away from the entrance to the driveway.

Seeing Brayden’s car makes me way more excited than it should.

With one last look over my shoulder, I run out of the driveway, turn right, and run to the passenger side of the car. Yet another look to make sure no one’s around to see me open the door.

Emerald eyes lock on me as soon as I’m inside the car.

I clench my thighs together, ignoring how every inch of me is shaking. The sound of my seat belt clicking fills the car, almost as loud as his harsh breaths. I expect him to take off driving immediately.

He doesn’t.

“Spread your legs.”

God, how can his rough voice be enough to make my clit tremble?

“Now, Kira.”

Shifting in my seat, I open my thighs. He reaches between them, pushing my tutu out of the way and sliding my thong to the side. My swollen, wet * is exposed to the air.

“Stay like that, baby. I want to be able to see what’s mine while I’m driving.”

He waits until I give him a shaky nod before taking off at full speed down the road. At every red light, he practically has to slam on the brakes to stop the car in time.

And at every light, his head turns back in my direction, his eyes eating up the sight of my exposed *.

By the time we hit the fifth light, I’m a quivering, wet mess, my * begging for more of his attention. Uncomfortable, I try to close my legs.

Brayden’s hand slaps around my thigh, squeezing down. “Ah, ah. Keep them open, baby.” The light changes, and he takes off like a demon again.

“But you’re driving. You can barely look anyway,” I mumble, beyond f*cking horny. He was inside me less than fifteen minutes ago, wrenching soul-shattering orgasms out of me. This kind of hunger doesn’t make any sense.

“That’s my *. If I want it exposed, you’ll leave it exposed for me.”

I should be aggravated by that kind of possessive comment.

God help me, I’m not.

When I spread my legs open once more, he hums under his breath, sounding pleased.

“How far is your apartment?” I ask once he merges onto the highway, my temple now throbbing like the rest of my body.

“Usually an hour. On the way here, I made it in forty minutes.”

It hasn’t even been ten minutes yet.

Angsty, I wiggle on the seat, two seconds away from rubbing my aching * into the leather beneath me. “That’s so far.”

His left hand tightens around the wheel. His other hand tightens around my thigh. I don’t even try to close my legs since his hold makes it damn obvious he won’t let me. “I know. Fuck.” He speeds up even more.

We must be past eighty, possibly pushing ninety by now.

I can’t even find it in me to be worried for our safety. Faster. Faster. Brayden must pick up on my silent urging because he presses down on the gas even harder.