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shrieked, but not as loud as the voice in my mind. Don’t be an idiot. I just wasn’t sure which course of action the voice advocated against.
    Gripped by tension, my entire body ached. The stench of burning rubber filled the car every time it slid sideways. Trees rushed closer and closer, but he spun the wheel and the vehicle straightened out before we could skid off the road. When he swooped around one last curve, we sped up a hill. The front tires left the ground when he rocketed over the crest. My stomach took a nosedive. Ahead, the lane straightened and disappeared over another hill.
    We landed with a jolt that made my teeth snap together. The rear end swerved. I just knew the tires wouldn’t grip. We headed into a spin that could only end with us splattered against the trees, but he wrenched the wheel in a direction my brain screamed was the wrong direction and the car recovered. A flash of heat that had nothing to do with him raced over my skin.
    “Hell, yeah!” He let out a triumphant whoop, turning a naughty grin my way. The car rolled to a stop in the dip between the two hills. My tension morphed into exultation. His delight was infectious and I couldn’t help laughing along with him. He was a bad boy, just as I’d feared.
    I want you. How would that work?
    Colt leaned forward, pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head, and crossed his arms on top of the steering wheel. His stare took away my ability to laugh. I could barely breathe again, but a new worry replaced my fear of dying, but I couldn’t articulate it.
    “Shelby, my dick’s been hard and hurtin’ ever since I stood outside your door, listening to your moans. Baby, I need to come. And I want to look in your eyes while I do it. Don’t you wanna see how hard you make me?”
    Maybe escaping certain death made me stupid, but I’d never wanted anything more. The idea of watching while he jacked off was so...beyond the pale, I blinked. And in the same breath, I wanted to see his cock. Wanted to see how his face looked when it twisted in pleasure.
    Why wait till I got to college to start my exploration of the male anatomy when I had such a perfect specimen at hand? My stomach twisted with the thought, but the drumbeat between my thighs picked up speed.
    “Let me show you. Please.”
    I glanced around. All I saw were scrubby weeds and tree trunks, but anyone could come over either hill at any time. The primitive part of my brain said that was the point to stopping here. He had all the earmarks of an adrenaline junkie. Before I could decide whether to protest or not, he popped the button on the waistband of his jeans. He lifted off the seat and eased his zipper down.
    His penis sprang through his open fly. He hadn’t lied about being hard. He was rigid. He wasn’t as long as Caine, but when he gripped his shaft, his fingers only met after he squeezed so hard, the head of his cock turned purple.
    He handled himself much rougher than I’d have dared. I stared, fascinated by the violent way he jerked himself. Rolling his head to face me, he said, “You know I’m thinking about your pussy, don’t you, Shelby?”
    The heated words drove spikes inside my channel. I dragged my tongue over dry lips. “Colt, please. This is wrong.” My body said this whole stepbrother thing was bogus, so why not indulge?
    He groaned and changed his approach. Stilling his fist, he thrust his hips to drive his cock through the encircling fingers. Showoff —but the change made it easier to imagine he thrust into me. Every tender point on my body cried out to be touched.
    “Are you wet? Don’t I tear you up inside, the way you do me?”
    Stop. How can I resist when you say things like that? “Colt—”
    He stilled. “Is it Caine? You’d rather have him, wouldn’t you?”
    “No!” I hadn’t formed a preference, because I’d never expected to have to choose.
    He went back to thrusting. “Show me how wet you are, Shelby. Are your pussy lips swollen? Can you feel