Cruise Control (Watchers Crew) Read Free

said that, my brain -no, my pussy- actually considered it. Too bad he was kidding.
    He was kidding, right? We faced off in the middle of the lot. He stared at me, waiting for my answer. My mouth wouldn’t work.
    But then he grinned. “My car’s just over here.”
    Owl put my arm back into the crook of his elbow and led me over to a red Honda Civic with a black and gold dragon painted on the side. The car was sandwiched in between three other cars that looked like they belonged in the movie The Fast and Furious . There was a black Charger, a green Audi R8, and a gray BMW coupe.
    How did I know the make and models? I’d had a lot of boyfriends. All the cars had unique paint jobs, but I didn’t get a chance to admire them in the dim street lighting. Owl opened the rear passenger door of the Civic for me.
    I turned to him and frowned. “Aren’t you taking me home?”
    He leaned into me, pressing my body into the frame of the car. “You shouldn’t go home with strange men, Kira. You don’t know what they might do to you.”
    It was smart advice that I’d ignored for a good portion of my adult life. I’d gone home with a ton of strange men. The worst thing to happen to me so far was waking up alone with a sore pussy and aching thighs.
    “You told me what you wanted to do to me, ” I said. “ You said you were going to eat me out.”
    “Baby, I’m going to make a meal out of you. Now, be a good girl and hop in the back seat.”
    He didn’t raise his voice. He hadn’t raised his voice at any point during our encounter, not even when he squared off against Sergio. Owl spoke in these quiet, dulcet tones that would lure a child to sleep, or off the wooded path to Grandma’s house.
    I expected him to challenge me, to try to cajole me. He did neither. He waited silently. His dark eyes dared me to step inside. I could turn around and leave. I didn’t think that he would stop me if I tried to go.
    I looked again at his firm body, his broad chest. It was going to be nice to curl up into that chest later this night and more nights to come. I ducked into the car.
    Once inside I scooted to the opposite door placing my heeled shoes on the floor. Owl crawled in and shut the door. His body took up any remaining space in the cramped back seat.
    I reached up and grabbed his neck. In a move that would’ve made any martial artist proud, Owl’s hands snaked out and grabbed my wrists. His fingers entwined with mine and he put them behind my head. The move knocked my breath out, made my heart speed up.  
    When he spoke it was that soft, calm voice. “What did I say about kissing?”
    There was a firmness behind his words that turned my intellectual brain to mush.
    “Kissing is a messy business, Kira, and I don’t do that with strangers.”
    I struggled to add meaning to those words. “But you’re going to eat me out.”
    Owl grinned. “Pussy is a delicacy I don’t pass up.” He reached his hand under my skirt and traced the seam of my g-string. “Ohh,” he purred as he traced my bare pubic area. “And it looks like you cleaned up for me.”
    I wasn’t a fan of pubic hair and always kept it shaved off. Actually, I wasn’t a fan of guys eating me out either. I’d always offer a different course instead. “Why don’t you turn around so I can give you a little head? As a thank you for helping me out.”
    “Maybe.” Owl rubbed his thumb over my bare pussy lips. “When I’m done.”  
    I failed to stifle my sigh of frustration and turned it into a moan of what I hoped sounded like pleasure. I writhed my hips to encourage him to get on with it. That storm was coming soon. I wanted to be inside, out of the shower, and in bed with him before it broke.
    Owl moved aside the fabric that covered my pussy. I held my breath expecting dry friction over my vagina. But instead, his fingers slipped and slid between my folds. To my surprise there was wetness there. My gasp this time wasn’t an act.
    Owl brought his thumb back