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flicks the ring.
I groan again, unable to keep my eyes from falling shut. The wet heat
from that small spot filters across my face, down my neck, and swoops low
in my stomach, making my fingers dig into the leather seats.
Her breath hits my skin again, and I open my eyes to see hers watching
me intently as she goes back for more. Her tongue slowly traces a trail over
the ring before she darts out and bites my lip around it, pulling the whole
thing in her mouth.
My skin burns and tingles everywhere, and I nearly lose the fucking
strength to hold myself up. Her eyes stay open, watching me pant and groan
at everything she’s doing. She sucks and bites and licks and tugs as I just
hover there, not moving and not kissing back as I let her explore.
A horn honks, but I barely register it.
“Masen,” she whispers, running her lips over the ring, again and again,
and snaking a hand around the back of my neck.
Masen.
I reach out and splay a hand across her stomach, finally taking her in
my hands. I want her to say my name, dammit. I want to hear my name
from her lips right now.
“Yo, idiot!” A car horn honks again, and I blink, realizing someone is
here. “Where’s my girl at?”
Oh, shit.
Ryen pulls away, hearing Trey’s voice, too, and stares up at me, a hint
of fear in her eyes.
I glance out the window, seeing the blue blur of his Camaro sitting in
front of the bay. I can’t see him, though, so he can’t see us through the
water. If he could, I’m sure I would’ve felt him before I saw him.
I look down at Ryen, still feeling the desire roll off her.