Victory at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys #5) - C.M. Stunich Page 0,83

away the sharp gasp that tears from her throat.

There’s one other vehicle up here—a classic Ford F100, 1955 I think—with a couple sprawled out in the bed of the pickup. Their moans create a sensual background song to the sweet murmurs spilling from Bernadette’s pink-painted lips. The color on her mouth matches her pants, and I get this hot thrill from imagining it smeared across my face and neck.

The sun is very quickly disappearing into the horizon, and the night throws up a blanket of stars that are only slightly obscured by the lights of the city. Springfield isn’t that big of a town, after all. Just big enough to hold onto. Just big enough to rule.

I hit the button to bring the top down, glad that I added that little extra. Nobody wants to put the fucking thing down manually. Kills the mood. Cool air sweeps in around us, but it doesn’t matter; there’s enough heat in our bodies to make up for it.

“Then I guess I’ll fulfill my end of the bet with my mouth and make up for my mistakes with Victor by using this tight little pussy.” Bernadette grinds herself against me before grabbing my phone and checking the stopwatch once again. “Thirteen minutes,” she murmurs, and then she starts up “Cherry Pie” by Warrant.

“Seriously though?” I ask, but I can’t help the laugh that escapes as Bernadette tosses her hair in time to the music. “Classic stripper rock. Are you my stripper, baby?”

“Get your ass in the backseat,” she tells me, sliding off my lap as I groan at the loss of her heat. I crank the volume up, happy that I put a little extra into the sound system of the Eldorado. Blew through a good quarter of my savings on the damn thing, but like, what’s the point of driving such a beautiful car if you don’t have the right soundtrack to go with it?

I hop into the back, stretching my legs along the bench seat as Bernie crawls over and straddles me. Her pretty little hands free my pulsing cock, teasing the pre-cum that leaks from the tip as she lifts her green eyes up to mine. Tucking some of that gorgeous hair behind her ear, she leans down, leather-clad ass up in the air as she slicks her tongue around the head.

Her mouth creates a torrid love affair with my cock as my fingers massage her scalp, encouraging her to take me as deep as she can. The slick feel of her tongue makes my balls contract, and I have to bite my lower lip to keep from spilling myself too early.

I’m going to savor this fucking moment.

The sound of tires on gravel precedes the police cruiser pulling into the lot, and I glance briefly at the screen of my phone before chucking it into the front seat.

“Seventeen minutes,” I groan as the song switches to “Porn Star Dancing” by My Darkest Days and Zakk Wylde. The police keep their distance, parking in the space farthest from us, but with the top down, and Bernie’s ass sticking up the way it is, there can’t be any doubt as to what we’re up to over here.

And, like, I honestly couldn’t give a fuck less.

All that matters right now is the way Bernie squeezes the base of my shaft, her tongue slicking up the underside like she’s licking a goddamn lollipop. She flicks her gaze up to mine as she wraps her pink mouth around the tip, tongue shooting out and tasting me as my hips buck up against her face.

“We have an audience,” I tell her, but Bernie just chuckles, her mouth still wrapped around my cock. The vibration of that throaty sound vibrates my shaft, and my eyes roll back into my head. “Jesus Christ, Blackbird.”

“That’s nothing special,” she murmurs, yanking my jeans down and encouraging me to take them off. Well, shit. In the backseat of the Eldorado, the top open, the city stretched out before us … The Ford F100 across the parking lot is bouncing quite nicely, letting me know that Pussy Point is living up to its name.

I kick my boots off and let Bernadette pants my ass. She sits up briefly, undoing her own pants and dipping her hand inside, her eyelids fluttering as she plays with her pussy for a moment. I have no clue what she’s doing, but I’m game to watch. When she withdraws her hand, her fingers are slick with her own