I grin and let my jacket slide off my arms and drop to the road. My shirt goes next and I watch as he grows hard in his pants.
Is he going to fuck me right here in the middle of a deserted road?
I swallow and lick my lips, not even caring if a car were to drive by right now. Hell, they can stay and watch if they’re so inclined, but nothing in this world could stop me from this. Who would have known I’d ever be so daring when it comes to public nudity?
I slip my jeans down my legs and kick them off while ignoring my ringing phone on the front seat of Slade’s car. Whoever it is can wait. I’ve got more important things to worry about, like getting fucked within an inch of my life.
I reach behind me, loving the way Slade bites down on his lip, desperately trying to keep in control and not move an inch. He adjusts himself in his pants and the wild vixen within me rejoices. I love that I have this effect on him. After unclasping my bra, I let it drop down my arms and catch it in my fingers. I hold the red material out, loving his groan as it dangles before me.
I drop it, leaving me in nothing but a black thong.
I hook my thumbs into the waistband and start pulling it down. “Stop.”
I pause, waiting for his instructions.
“Turn around.”
Oh, fuck me.
I do as I’m told and feel my wetness seeping through my thong. My phone starts ringing again and I stop, glancing back.
“Ignore it,” Slade rumbles. “Take them off. Slowly.”
Hooking my fingers back into the waistband, I start sliding them down my legs, feeling his eyes on me, watching me, taking in every tiny bit of skin that’s on display only for him.
The phone cuts off and I let out a breath. No one calls more than twice. Now it’s just me and Slade, no more distractions.
My thong gets to my ankles when Slade’s phone starts screeching in his pocket. He growls low and I stretch up, feeling disappointment wash through me. Whoever is looking for us, isn’t going to give up.
He slips his phone out of his pocket and glances up at me. “It’s your brother.”
I let out a sigh and stride over toward Slade, now feeling completely ridiculous standing here in the middle of the road naked as the day I was born.
I take the phone from him and hit answer. “What do you want you little cock-blocker?”
A strange gurgling comes through the line before Blake’s pained groan. “Where the fuck are you? I’ve been calling for ages. I need fucking help.”
My eyes flick up to Slade’s and he meets mine with concern. “Blake? What’s wrong?”
“My leg,” he says, sucking a breath through his teeth. “Please. Fucking hurry. He crushed it.”
“What?” I demand, rushing back to the road and grabbing my clothes as a million images start flying through my head. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Lucien. He fucking grabbed me off the side of the road. Just please come. I think I’m about to pass out.”
I throw my things into Slade’s car and dive in, pleased to see him following my lead. “Where are you? We’re coming.”
“That ditch,” he grunts then takes a few steadying breaths. “The one near the old courts. Just…FUCK. Hurry.”
The line goes dead and I practically scream at Slade as tears of overwhelming panic spring from my eyes. “Drive. Blake’s been hurt. Lucien crushed his leg and left him in a fucking ditch.”
Slade’s eyes go wide and he steps on the gas as I throw my shirt on and struggle to pull my jeans up in the car. They’re inside out but I really couldn’t give a shit, my brother needs me and I fucking failed him because I was too busy wanting to get fucked.
I curse myself, wanting nothing more than to drown in a pit of self-hatred, but it’s going to have to wait. I have to get to him. How could I let this happen? He didn’t show at the party and I just shrugged it off. I should have kept checking, I could have saved him from this.
Slade tears through the streets and I get a flashback of the accident. His speeding instantly throws me off and a whole new type of panic courses through my veins but I put it aside. I don’t have time to fuck around and worry about myself. I can fret about that later tonight when I’m lying in bed with my knife curled between my fingers.
Slade drives up over the curb and through the park, honking at the few lingering people to get out of the fucking way. He drives right over to the ditch, bringing his truck to a skidding halt and I throw myself out of the truck, dropping down into the too-long grass.