Free Rev by Chloe Plume Page B

car. My hands instinctively went to his shoulders and back, tracing the contours of etched muscle.
    “Fuck, yes.” I sighed. “Harder.”
    Rev supported his weight on one elbow.  His other hand began to pinch my nipples while he slammed into me.
    “I’ll give you harder,” he growled. “You like this don’t you? Getting pounded out in the open. It’s the fear of being discovered, caught taking it like the dirty girl you are.”
    “Yes. Rev. Yes”
    My hands fell down his back and over his rock hard ass. He drove into me like a piston. I savored the feeling of his muscles clenching intensely with every thrust.
    In that moment, nothing else mattered. His strong hand was on my breast, his warm breath on my ear, and his beautiful cock filled me to the brim. It was euphoric. Like a dream come true. Only better.
    “I’m going to fill you up,” Rev whispered hoarsely into my ear. “Here. It. Is.”
    He pulled out, almost all the way, and then rammed home even deeper. I cried out as he erupted inside me. I felt his warm seed spurt violently and drip out of me. And just then, the white heat of my orgasm rippled through my body and my mind went blank.
    “Damn it,” Rev groaned, breathing heavily. “That was... Wow.”
    I’d say.
    There’d be no getting over Rev Gryffin. As of now, he was literally and figuratively lodged within me.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Ten
    REV
    “Can you just get my uncle?” I asked, slightly annoyed. Though really I was unnerved for other reasons. Reasons involving Winter Calloway.
    “We have to go soon if we are to intercept.”
    “Yeah, I get it Adrian. I still need to understand what exactly is going on here. Just have Stefan pack up the rest of the gear and go find my uncle.” I pointed to the warehouse complex we were parked outside of. “He’s somewhere in there, probably with Derek.”
    “Ya, ya.” Finally he walked off.
    Must be something about Denmark.
    The two gearhead brothers were good hearted and loyal. But hell if I could understand their thought process.
    My Uncle Norman had called me in for a last minute run. He and Derek got the scoop on a shipment of Maseratis up from Long Beach. Turns out they were being used to smuggle a load of drugs for some kingpin looking to expand his territory. The idea was to intercept the shipment, dispose of the drugs, and get the cars “washed” for bulk resale on the blacker side of the market.
    Easy enough. We’d been doing this kind of thing for a while, picking up on illicit shipments, intercepting, and liquidating. Well, my uncle was the one who’d started it. The money went to helping all the ranchers and workers left without home or job when my dad started selling off the family agriculture business. We were in transportation now, at least according to my dad’s grand vision.
    And as luck would have it, it just so happened that Gryffin Transportation was handling this illicit shipment. Or maybe it wasn’t luck. Which wasn’t to say anyone in the business knew about the drugs. It happened all the time: crime kingpins hiding drugs in shipments without the truckers knowing about it.
    Still, this made things more complicated. I was essentially spearheading an operation to steal from my old man. Uncle Norman was going behind his brother’s back. Though, my father hadn’t been on best terms with his brother since forcing him out of the business during a corporate restructuring. Still, I hoped Uncle Norman was looking into this. It could really spiral into a big deal.
    You know what else is spiraling into a big deal?
    It bothered me how much Winter Calloway was getting to me. Yeah, the sex was mind numbing. She was smart mouthed, keeping me on my toes. I had to say, she held my interest. And that was all well and good. But maybe whatever we had between us was becoming something more.
    No chance.
    Honestly, there was no way I would want to date a girl. Especially one like that. Too much work. Too much commitment.
    Not