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My eyes fly back to Michael’s now stoic face.
“Oh yeah, princess, oops.”
At Michael’s words, I realize I spoke aloud.Shit,he looks mad.
Suddenly, his hands grip my hips, and before I can brace myself, he pulls me toward him. My legs slide on either side of his torso with a mind of their own as I fall back, lying along the seat.
“Ahh,” I squeak out in surprised pain.
His face rests above mine, my hands clasped in his above my chest. His body looms over mine, connected at only our hips with my thighs encasing his. My feet dangle awkwardly outside the car. Not knowing what else to do, I wrap my good leg around his hip, and my right leg stays stretched out so nothing can touch my foot.
My face flushes, his hips sinking into me deeper, his arousal large and hard against my nethers.
Michael grins down at me. “That wasn’t very nice, princess.”
I blush even more and fight a moan as he grinds down into me, a soft gasp escaping.
I push away the logical part telling me to stop and think about what I’m doing. For once in my life, I just act.
“Please,” I beg breathlessly as I try to pull my hand from his. “I need to touch you.”
“No,” he snaps.
My face falls at his harsh words.
“No,” he says again, much softer. “Let’s just move these out of the way, shall we?”
As he speaks, Michael grips both my hands with his right and pushes himself up more with his left braced on the seat beside my ribs.
I don’t get a chance to protest or warn him before his large hand brings my arms above my head, shoving them into the seat. All traces of arousal leave me as soon as my hands hit the seat and my shoulder is stretched.
My cry is loud and pain-filled, my discomfort obvious. It’s not like before when he pulled me down. That pain was easily overshadowed by what his body made me feel.
No, this hurts. My shoulder is screaming. Michael releases his hold and jumps away from me. In my rush to release him from my legs, my injured ankle catches on the car door, ripping another cry from me.
“Fuck!” Michael stares at me, wide-eyed and panicked. “Kaleb.” He calls his brother over.
The minute Michael’s body is replaced with his brother’s, I want the seat to open up beneath me and swallow me whole.
Why can’t I die?
“Please kill me,” I moan through my right-hand fingers, covering my face.
“I think my brother has other plans for you,” Kaleb jokes. I spread two fingers enough to glare at him through the gap.
“Kaleb!” Michael growls, kicking the closed driver door. “Is she okay?” he demands.
The man above me turns slightly to look at his brother, who stands close to the car door, leaning left, then right, trying to get a better look at me.
“Well, if you’d let me check, we’d know. And don’t kick my fucking car!”
Michael scrubs at his face, then gestures as if to say “go on, then.”
Kaleb turns back to me.
“Hi.” He smiles, but there’s something underneath it. He’s just as worried as his brother. “While normally I’d understand a woman crying while she is under my brother?—”
“Fucking dick, I will punch you in the throat.”
