The Fight In Us: A Brother's Best Friend College Romance (The Four Book 4) Becca Steele (speld decodable readers .TXT) 📖

of us. When we stopped at a set of traffic lights, my hand “accidentally” brushed over her thigh. As we sat in another queue of traffic, she repaid the favour, stroking dangerously close to my swelling dick with a sultry as fuck smile on her lips.

I couldn’t take much more of this.

Once we hit the coastal road, I drove for a while longer before bringing the car to a stop on the clifftops. Next to us, a winding path led down to a small cove, but it was raining again, so I remained in my seat, reclining it back as far as it would go and unclipping my seat belt.

My eyes met Lena’s.

The atmosphere in the car thickened.

In a flash, she was out of her seat and straddling me.

“I want you so fucking much.” My voice was hoarse against her ear.

I half expected her to remind me of the friends thing again, but all she said was “There’s not much room.”

“Mmm. We can make it work.” Kissing down her neck, I slid my hands under her top, stroking across her skin. “Tell me what you want.”

“You. I want you.” She ground herself down on my dick. Fuck. I needed her.

Even though I didn’t want to stop, I had to make sure. Raising my head, I stared into her darkened eyes. “Even though we’re—”

“Friends with benefits,” she murmured against my lips, and I smiled. Yeah, I was in total agreement with her.

I carefully turned her around on top of me, helping her to slide her leggings down her legs. She kicked them off along with her boots, then pressed back against me, tilting her head and baring her neck to me.

“Mmm.” I took the hint, dropping kisses down her throat as my finger skimmed over her underwear. She was so fucking ready for me. “You want this just as much as me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she moaned, her hand pressing over mine, stilling my fingers. “Please.”

Turning her back around, I took a minute to take in the sight of her panting and ready for me. There was something so fucking hot about her being mostly dressed, both of us out in the open, even though the rain was coming down and we were in a remote area. She made a small whimpering sound, and my cock jumped. Fuck, I needed to be inside her.

I unbuttoned my jeans, raising my hips to pull them down.

“Let me.” She freed my cock, palming it, driving me insane with her touch. I shoved aside her underwear, and she lowered herself onto me, sliding down my thick length.

“You feel so tight around me. So fucking good.” I groaned. “Touch yourself while I fuck you.”

She nodded mutely as I began to move. My seat was as far back as it would go, but there was still hardly any space. When she looked at me like that, though, I knew it wouldn’t be long before she was coming all over my cock. We moved together, her hand slipping down between us to touch herself as I thrust up into her.

So fucking sexy.

The windows of my DBS steamed up as our movements became more urgent. “I’m gonna come,” I rasped against her throat. “Tell me you’re close.” I ran my hands over her ass, pulling her even closer, our breathing coming in pants.

“Yes.” She moaned the word as she buried her face in my neck, working her fingers over her clit as my hands gripped her ass, moving her against me. “Oh, fuuuuckk.” She shuddered around me, crying out my name as she came, and it wasn’t long before I was following her over the edge, arching back as my cock pulsed inside her.

We held on to each other, recovering, and she eventually straightened up—as much as she could in the limited space we had.

“So fucking good.” I kissed her softly. “You okay?”

“Never better.” Her eyes were shining, and a huge smile stretched across her lips. “I thought I might whack my head on the roof of the car, but it would’ve been worth it.”

“I’m impressed we managed without injury,” I told her, reaching out and smoothing her hair back down.

With another smile, she climbed off me carefully and fell back into her own seat, pulling her leggings and boots back on. Stretching out my cramped muscles, I grinned. Yeah, that had been worth every second of the discomfort of our confined positions.

“You’re not in any rush to get back, are you?” She reclined back in her seat. “I’m kind of relaxed here.”

“Nope. I’m not in any rush. I like being here with you.” I flipped the radio back on, letting it play softly in the background. “You wanna talk more?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.” Reaching across the centre of the car, I found her hand and slid her fingers between mine. “Tell me how you got to be Mercury.”

A soft laugh escaped her. “Okay. One evening when I couldn’t sleep, I thought I might as well try out this new script I’d written, to see if it would get me into this system…”

As she began to tell her story, I closed my eyes, just listening to her speak.

There was nowhere else I’d rather be.

THIRTY-SEVEN

Now we had the list of names, we had somewhere to start, and I spent the week systematically going through it, while I continued to sift through the information coming in from Martin’s texts and emails and Lena monitored his calls. As far as we could figure, most of the names were those whose only involvement was to attend or bet on the fights. I’d added another two names to my original list of three, and from what I could work out, they were involved in setting up the fights—equipment, locations, and so on.

“Focus on chapter twelve, and I’ll expect your completed essays back on Monday.”

I stared up from my laptop to see my marketing professor addressing the packed lecture theatre. Fuck, I hadn’t been paying attention—too concerned with the whole Martin Smith situation. “What did