Free Beware 2: The Comeback by Shanora Williams Page A

to speak. I pull back, turning face-forward in her direction. Just as I begin to say something, her heels click across the pavement, and she steps past me, pulling the car door open herself. “Let’s just go.”
    I step back. Once she’s inside, I close the door behind her. With half a smile on my lips, I make my way back around the truck, pulling open the door and sliding in. Max pulls off immediately, rolling the privacy window up and giving me a quick wink before doing so. Those were the orders I’d given him, but I’ve never had a driver so cheesy.
    London whips her head, glaring at the window before looking at me. “Why is he doing that?”
    “Because I told him to.”
    “Why?”
    “Because we need privacy.”
    She lowers her head. “Ace, we can’t have privacy. What happened earlier… that wasn’t supposed to happen.”
    “Don’t lie to yourself.”
    Her head drops, and her auburn hair curtains around her face. I can’t see her, but I don’t look away. “I’ve been feeling guilty ever since it happened. I shouldn’t be feeling this way.”
    “Feeling what way, London?”
    “Like I’m breaking…” She looks up, meeting my eyes. “I was doing good… getting better. Taking life one-step at a time. But now… now it’s all a fucked up, jumbled, complicated mess again. Now,” her head shakes swiftly as she snatches her gaze away, “…I don’t know what the hell to do anymore.”
    Other than the radio quietly playing in the background, all is silent between us. I’m not sure what to say. I have to admit, I didn’t think this conversation would be the first to happen tonight. I knew it was coming soon though.
    “But,” she sighs, shrugging “…maybe it’s meant to be like this, you know?”
    I frown when she looks up.
    “Maybe my life is meant to be fucked up and discombobulated. Maybe I’m never going to gain the peace I deserve—”
    I cut her off before she can finish, pressing my lips on hers and clasping her delicate face in my hands. She moans, pressing her palms to my chest to try and push me away, but I refuse and eventually, as I pull her closer to me, running my hand up and down the small of her back, she falters. Then, she gives in.
    She tosses her arms around my neck, threading her fingers through my hair and pressing those full, perky breasts against me. Lowering my hand, I spread her thighs apart, and my fingers splay across her silky skin. She groans as I guide my hands closer to her heat, but I don’t go for the automatic. I wait, and she pulls back, panting. “Don’t,” she breathes. “Don’t tease. You know I hate that.”
    My nostrils flare, and my throat burns as she softly grazes my bottom lip. My cock pulses as she runs a hand down my chest, slowly making her way to my belt buckle. Her lips don’t drift from mine, but I keep my hand between her legs. Goosebumps crawl along her skin when fingertips inch closer to her anxious pussy. She wriggles her hips, aiming to get me closer.
    I hold back.
    Whether she realizes it or not, teasing her always pays off.
    Before I know it, the buckle of my belt and my zipper have been undone, and her warm palm wraps around my hardened cock. I clutch her ass, push her body forward. A thick groan rattles within me, and I throb as I maneuver between her legs.
    “God, Red,” I breathe. “How do you keep doing this to me?”
    “Doing what?” Her voice is light and airy.
    “This. Make each time better than the last…”
    I stroke deeper and her back arches, in dire need. The hand I have on her ass comes around to toy with her now wet pussy. Goddamn… she’s fucking leaking for me. I thrust one thick finger inside, and she gasps. As her lips part and her back arches on the leather seat even more, I nibble on her chin, increasing her arousal, adding another finger.
    Pulling my fingers away, I adjust myself and slowly sink insider her, but before I can go balls deep, she grips my face in her hands and looks me in the eye.