"s**t," he breathed against her skin. "We've gotta stop or I'm gonna have your dress around your waist, my pants down, c**k in your p***y before you know it," he breathed heavily, throwing his head against the plushness of the seat.
Her breathing out of control, she grasped his shoulders, trying to focus on what was going on around her. "Yeah," she agreed, because she was kind of sure she'd let him do that to her with as hot as she was right now.
Maybe good-girl Hannah, wasn't as good as girl as she thought.
"We're heading out guys. Keep the car, we're gonna take a cab," Garrett told the rest of them as he helped Hannah up and put his arm around her.
"Bunch of wusses!" Bradley heckled as they turned to leave.
Garrett flipped him the bird as the two of them walked out the exit door. H
