Chapter 34
Blaise’s POV
Cole is driving us to the airport, and our parents are in their own car a few vehicles ahead on the stretching country road as music drifts through the speakers.
Cole drums his thumb on the steering wheel in time with the beat, his other hand surfing the wind outside the open window while the warm breeze teases the dark hairs around his ears and nape. I regret my decision to wear a sweater so soon. We’re not even on the plane yet. Sweat beads on my forehead as I reach behind me to pull the extra layer off, messing up my hair in the process. I toss it beside me, my eyes clashing with Cole’s in the rearview mirror.
“Stay the fuck away.”
His words from earlier turn my stomach, and I look away first. Trees pass by in a blur outside as I listen to the guitar riff, jiggling my knee, restless as hell.
A soft touch to the top of my hand makes me stiffen. Mia smiles at me and trails her nails over my knuckles. The urge is there to pull my hand away, but I keep it on my thigh while she threads her fingers through mine. We’re traveling to a ski resort, yet she’s wearing a short skirt and heels.
She sneaks a furtive glance toward the front, then guides my hand to her smooth thigh, parting them in invitation. Unease twists my insides when she sucks on her lip. Why am I feeling this…confused? I’ve never hesitated to touch her before, yet when my fingers graze her damp lace panties, I want to recoil.
But then I feel it.
Cole’s eyes on me.
I lift my gaze and trail the edge of Mia’s panties. He’s no longer tapping his thumb on the steering wheel. Now, he wrings it until his knuckles turn white against the leather.
I dip my fingers beneath the lace, and when Mia realizes we have an audience, she grips my wrist to stop me. Parting her soaked pussy lips, I slide my middle finger knuckle deep into her tight little cunt.
That sensation of wanting to recoil? It’s gone.
I shove my finger deeper, feeling her pussy tighten as I smirk at Cole
You want me to stay the fuck away from you?
One finger becomes two. I fuck her with slow, sensual strokes while the rock music drowns out her panting breaths an pathetic little moans that don’t do shit for me. Cole stares the whole time, glancing at the road every few seconds.
This is what he wants. What he asked for. I’m staying away.
Mia’s pussy pulsates around my fingers, her grip turning slack on my wrist. The fight is gone. Now that her climax is within reach, she doesn’t care about an audience. She cants her hips and guides me deeper, rocking to meet my touch.
When I look at her, she spreads her legs wider, her heaving tits rising and falling with every ragged breath from her parted lips. I’ve fucked this pussy enough times to know how to get her off in minutes, but I keep her on the edge, slowing down every time she
comes too close.
I meet Cole’s stormy gaze and smirk, my hand moving inside Mia’s bunched skirt. He tracks the movement, then swallows thickly before glaring at the road ahead, but his eyes soon return to me–haunted.
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As he looks away again, I finish Mia off.
I know the minute she comes apart around my fingers, and I hate how she ripples and pulsates, squirming beside me. But I don’t pull out or allow my mask to crack. Cole can’t have the cake and eat it, too.
I will break him open one way or another.
When he rolls up the window and glances at me again, I slip my fingers from beneath Mia’s skirt and suck them clean, pretending to savor the tangy taste.
I used to love the taste of pussy, but now I haye a craving for something else.
Someone forbidden.
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