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She let out a breath that turned into something close to a laugh, shaky and disbelieving, her whole body still trembling from adrenaline. “You’re insane, you know that, right?”

“It worked, didn’t it?”

“That doesn’t make you less insane!” She was laughing now, real laughter, the kind that came from surviving something you shouldn’t have.

I let out a quiet chuckle, fingers rubbing my eyes.

She looked back at the train, still thundering past us, cutting the night in half. “Let’s get outta here before the train passes through.”

The engine roared to life, and the tires squeaked against asphalt as I drove away.

***

I pulled the car off the road into a temporary blind zone, engine still ticking, headlights dark.

Trees crowded the shoulders. No streetlights. Just the low glow from the dashboard and the distant sound of the train still moving somewhere behind us.

Iris looked at me, still catching her breath. “Why are we stopping?”

“Because I wanna do this.” I reached across the console and kissed her.

It wasn’t careful; it wasn’t soft or low. It was deep, hot, and fervent.

She met me halfway, mouth open, hands already in my hair.

The adrenaline hadn’t burned off yet. It sat under our skin, sharp and restless. And it poured straight into the way we devoured each other’s lips—fast, hungry, teeth and breath, the wet sound filling the front seat.

Seatbelts clicked open, our hands dragging at the fabric of our clothes. I pulled her shirt up, and she helped me out of mine, both of us clumsy in the tight space.

Her bra was still on. My chest was bare under her palms.

“Backseat. Now,” I said, my voice urgent.

We spilled out through our own doors and met in the middle of the backseat. She climbed in after me and straddled my lap in the cramped space, knees pressed against the leather.

She kissed me like she was still running—desperate, open-mouthed, grinding down against the hard line of my cock through my pants.

“That stunt with the train,” she whispered against my mouth. “Your bravery. Your recklessness. It turned me on.” She rolled her hips harder, feeling me thicken under her. “I wanted you the second we cleared those tracks.”

“Oh, yeah?” I breathed, basking in the feeling coursing through me.

“Oh, yeah,” she purred softly.

I unhooked her bra and dragged it down her arms. My mouth found her nipple and sucked hard.

She moaned, loud in the closed car, head tipping back as I worked the other side with my tongue and teeth. The wet sounds of it mixed with her breathing.

She kept grinding, slow and deliberate, teasing both of us. I gripped her ass and pulled her tighter against me, letting her feel exactly how hard I was.

Then she slid off my lap, pushed me back against the locked door, and went for my belt. The buckle fought her for a second.

She laughed under her breath when it finally gave, and she yanked it free. Her hand slipped inside my pants and wrapped around me.

“You’re so hot,” I said, voice rough. “So fucking sexy like this.”

She bit her lower lip, watching my face while she stroked me.

“Fuck,” I groaned in pleasure.