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settled into a steady throb. The heavy vibration filtered through the seat. I leaned my legs to the side so Colt could sling my bag into the floorboard. The pressure squeezed my clit. Experiencing the streak of pleasure while he sat so close made me grip the seat. My heart lurched when he lifted a brow. Surely he couldn’t tell? Something in his eyes said he knew a hell of a lot more about my body than I knew about his.
    He turned off the blaring stereo with a sheepish grin. Snagging a pair of sunglasses dangling from the rear view mirror, he donned them with the aplomb of a movie star, before he gripped the shifter and worked the gears. I snapped forward in the seat when he released the clutch and the car jerked into reverse.
    He threw his arm across my chest, the way my mother did. “Someone needs their safety belt. And a booster seat.” I couldn’t hear his next words— “And a hard ride on my cock,”—over the racing motor, but I was sure I’d read his lips correctly. He left his arm in place about three heartbeats too long. Did he feel how hard my nipples were? The slight twitch of his lips made me think he did.
    He dropped his arm and gunned the motor, reversing up the sloping drive, yet still staring at me. At the top, he spun the wheel hard. The boxy rear end fishtailed on the unpaved road. I slammed my eyes closed and groped for the seat belt, sure he was about to take out the mailbox. He shifted into first and hit the gas. His arm slammed across my chest again. Thanks to his quick action, I avoided a bloody nose.
    “Hear that motor throb?” he yelled. “Makes my dick hard every time.”
    I knew better. I fucking knew better. But I opened my eyes and looked over the console. He slid his palm over the bulge in the faded denim and lifted his ass off the seat, thrusting into his cupped hand. The motor’s hard throb echoed inside me. 
    “Now, if you get all horny again like you did this morning, starin’ at Caine’s dick, just let me know. My cock’s been hard as a rock ever since I stood outside your door, listening to your little cries while you got off. Next time, why not open the door, Shelby? No sense in jerkin’ off when we can fuck.”
    My mother would kill us both. “You’re my brother,” I managed to squeak, stunned by his bluntness.
    He made a derisive sound. “Last week, we were strangers. I want you. Tell me you don’t want me, Shelby.”
    The casual declaration slammed into me with the force of a blow.
    The time I’d gotten caught in the undertow at Myrtle Beach flashed through my head while I stared at Colt’s sculpted cheekbones and lips. The fateful swim started like any other swim in the ocean. The waves rolled to the shore and I paddled against the flow to get beyond the breakers. But an undertow makes its own path in the ocean, a contrary stream running fast toward deep water. I tried to swim back to shore, but had gone under twice by the time the lifeguard got close enough to toss me a life preserver.
    The force that gripped me while I stared at Colt had the same power. I didn’t move a muscle, but all the while, a dark force tumbled me under and I couldn’t breathe.
    If I said no, he’d never look at me again. If I said yes, something bad would happen. Pinned by his gaze, I just couldn’t recall what that would be.
    “So it’s like that, is it?” He broke our staring match and pressed the accelerator.
    While I tried to remember why sex with him was such a bad idea, he reached the end of the lane. He turned left at the stop sign, onto the paved road. When he punched the gas, the rear of the car dropped, like a big cat gathering itself, then shot forward. The scattered houses flew past in a blur.
    He was pissed?
    Gearing down, but hardly touching the brake, he whipped the car into another left turn. Whizzing down a side road I’d never been on, I stared out the windshield, holding my breath and wondering where he was taking me.
    We slid through curve after curve. Tires