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He grabs my chin between strong fingers and holds me still so we’re eye to eye. “You’re sure?” he asks. “You want me to fuck you? Right here, right now?”

I nod as much as I can. “Yes. Yes, fuck, Callan, please. I want it.”

Callan takes a breath. “Then pick a safe word.”

“What?”

“I need both of us to know that you can stop me if I do something you don’t want or something that doesn’t feel good. There’s so much I want to do to you.”

Fuck. That hits me like a fucking bolt of lightning. My pussy throbs with need, aching to have him inside me already. The thought that he has things he wants to do to me, things that might be overwhelming, makes my head swim, and I want to experience it all.

“Cauliflower,” I blurt out, saying the first thing that comes to mind. “Or I’ll say red. Is that good? Please, can you fuck me now?”

Callan curses, then grabs me, lifting me up. He shoves the car door open and pulls me out into the snow.

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CALLAN

Brynn gasps, shocked at the sudden location change and rush of cold air, probably. Or maybe the fact that we’re not shielded by the car anymore, from anyone who might drive by.

“What are you doing?” she asks, her eyes wide.

“If I’m gonna fuck you, wildflower, it’s not gonna be in that car. I need to be able to move, to do it properly. I want you to be able to feel all of it.”

Her breath catches, skin flushing at that, but she doesn’t complain or use her safe word. Instead she just leans into me, so I carry her around to the hood of the car. I set her down and then take my coat off, spreading it over the hood so she has something soft and warm to rest on. Then I lift her back up onto it.

She watches me the whole time, and there’s something about her eyes on me that makes heat race over my skin. She’s watched me the whole time we’ve been on this trip, and that drove me crazy in a way, but this is different. This is pure want in her eyes and the pulsing heat of desire between us.

I lean in and kiss her again and then start working her pants down her legs along with her panties. It’s clear that she’s already wet, her pussy glistening in the light.

She gasps softly, and I look up at her.

“It’s just cold,” she murmurs. Cold air on her heated skin, cold metal from the car even through the jacket.

“I’ll warm you up,” I promise.

Brynn’s eyes dart around. “We’re out in the open.”

“There’s no one on the road right now in this mess.”

“Someone could still drive by.”

I catch her chin in my hand again. “Does that make you want to stop?”

She shakes her head. “N-no, it’s just…” Her tongue darts out to lick her lips, and she shivers. I think I get it. There’s a thrill in knowing someone could come by and see her laid out like this for me, even if it’s not likely that they will.

I smirk, trailing a hand up her thigh until it ends up between her legs. I drag one finger against the wet slit of her pussy, teasing her a little. “You like it,” I say, my voice low. “You like knowing that someone could come by and see you like this. See how eager you are for me to fuck you.” I push my finger into her when I say it, cursing at how hot and wet she is inside.

Her pussy clenches around my finger, either from my words or from the intrusion, and she trembles, pretty much proving my point.

I look down at the sight of my finger disappearing again and again into her pretty pink pussy, and then add another one, fucking her slowly with them both.

“Fuck,” Brynn moans, her head tipped back. “Fuck, Callan. Please.”

“You’re so fucking good, wildflower,” I growl. “So perfect and wet for me. You’re gonna take it so good for me, aren’t you? You’re gonna take every inch of my cock the same perfect way you’re taking my fingers.”

She nods, head bobbing eagerly. “Please. Please let me have it. I’m ready, I swear. Please give it to me.”