my thighs, scalding really. It’s dark out here now, the only light cast from the sconces on either side of the garage. Maybe, if we were really careful, we could screw on the hood of the Camaro?
“Answer me.” The words are an order and Hael knows it. He lets out a small whistle of surprise.
“Cher,” he murmurs, pronouncing the word like sha. I looked it up on my phone after the encounter with his mother. Apparently, it means like sweetheart in Cajun French or something. “No, I haven’t slept with anyone since we defiled my ride.” He taps his palm against the hood of the car for emphasis. “Why? You want me all to yourself or something?”
I give him a look.
“Hael Harbin, would I be out here if I didn’t?” I ask, gasping as he slides his hand up my leg and into my shorts. His fingers tease the wetness between my thighs, stroking my ember into an inferno with a casual smirk plastered to his face.
“That’s not an answer at all,” he remarks, reaching down with his other hand to undo his own pants. “I mean, you’re screwing Vic and Aaron now, so what use could you possibly have for me?” I grab a fistful of his hair and force his mouth to mine, tasting that finely honed practice of his. It’s both simultaneously a turn-on and a serious goddamn thorn in my ass.
I don’t like thinking about Hael with other girls.
He pushes his fingers into me, making me groan. The car creaks underneath us as he leans forward and runs his hot tongue up the side of my throat.
“Promise me you won’t touch another girl without telling me first,” I whisper huskily, but only because I’m too much of a coward to say what I really want. Promise me you won’t touch another girl—ever. But we’re young and this is new, and I just can’t bring myself to ask him that.
“Mm-hmm,” Hael murmurs, breathing me in as he pumps his fingers in and out of me. “I’ll make that promise. You gotta do something for me though first.”
“Yeah?” I ask, beyond the point where I could actually find the strength in myself to resist him. If Hael asked right now, I’d give him everything. Everything. He keeps the energy of this group up, keeps us from letting things get stale, perfumes the air with his laughter. We need that. Not just me, but all of us.
“Play a little game with me,” he murmurs, kissing across my throat, teasing my clavicle, and then biting my nipple through my shirt. I hiss and grab his head to me. “Whoever comes last wins an oral sex session of their choice, to be redeemed whenever, wherever. How does that sound?”
“Sounds like a game I could easily win,” I growl back, using my grip on Hael’s hair to bring our faces together. We share breath for a moment before he removes his fingers from my cunt and grabs his dick instead. “Oh, by the way …” I pat the car with the palm of my left hand. “I’m touching your car. Victor told me to never, ever touch your car.”
Hael grins and laughs at me, shoving the shorts aside and then putting his lips right up against mine, so I can feel his words just as much as I can hear them.
“If you were anybody else, I’d break your hand for touching my baby.” Hael kisses me, spiking my blood with adrenaline, making me feel sexy and naughty and free. Oh, and young. He most definitely makes me feel young, like we could both truly be seventeen for one, precious moment. “Not you though, Blackbird. Not you.”
Hael puts his cock to my opening and thrusts into me. The car groans again, like it’s truly part of this interaction, the third person in our little threesome. Where’s the condom, Bernie?! I remember too late. I try to make myself say something, but then Hael starts to move and my mind is destroyed by the rush of pleasure.
A truck rumbles by on the street and Hael pauses, like just because he’s not moving it won’t be obvious that his ass is hanging out, that my legs are wrapped around him, that we’re joined together in sin.
He waits until the truck turns the corner before he starts to move again, fast and hard and frenzied. In just a short while, he’ll be at Brittany’s house, sitting on a couch and looking across at her father who