Free Sleeves by Chanse Lowell, K. I. Lynn, Shenani Whatagans

in her lap and was kissing her with this driving hunger that took her breath away.
    He leaned her seat back, possessed her mouth with his and he kept pulling her into him.
    His grinding hips didn’t seem to care when his ass hit the steering wheel.
    She managed to push the button to slide the seat back as far as it would go, but he was such a large man, it was still way too tight for him. There was no way they could fuck out here in this position.
    “Baby—let’s go inside. It’s more comfortable, and I can get completely naked. You want that, don’t you?” Her eyes softened and her voice went whisper-light. “To have my legs spread open as you taste me?”
    “I do.” He blinked and gave her a look that said he would not hesitate to devour her once inside.
    Her stomach flopped and her clit throbbed so hard, she wondered if she really cared that much. Maybe being fucked right here was a great plan.
    “Get inside. Get naked, and I’ll find you. I’m going to stay out here for a moment to catch my breath and my bearings. You disarm me, Casey.”
    “Casey?” She swallowed and refused to blink. He knew? For how long?
    “Yeah, fucking Casey. You don’t think I know who I’m gonna fuck?” Anger and hurt swelled in his large eyes. They looked greener than ever.
    “I thought you . . . But you kept calling me . . .” she trailed off, unsure of how to answer that.
    “I’m fine, okay? You don’t have to fix me. I’m too fucked up to fix, but I want you. Go inside.” He got off her, sat in the passenger seat and looked like he was fuming.
    Was he pissed at her?
    She was trying to make sure he was all right.
    “Hey—it’s all right. I only wanted to help. I like you.”
    “Like fuck you do.” He grabbed her hand and bit it.
    “What the hell?”
    But then when he turned his stormy eyes on her, it was a look of devotion, of utter pleading she saw, not anger or betrayal. “Don’t leave me . . .”
    “I won’t.” She took her hand back, keeping her eyes fixed on him and exited the car.
    She rapped on his window before stepping inside the door to her house and smiled.
    He smiled back, but she could see the tears in his eyes again.
    She closed the garage door, wondered how long he’d sit out there before joining her.
    The minute she was inside, she knew what she had to do.
    Her clothes were flying off at lightning speed and being dropped like bread crumbs along the way to her bed.

Chapter 5
     
    What had Kel done? He was so scattered and crawling the walls right now, it made last night at the club look like a civilized tea party. But this ? He almost fucked that woman raw in her car, and he would’ve definitely come inside her without a second thought.
    Thank God he’d sobered up right in time to prevent that from happening.
    Casey was a decent person, and she was so kind-hearted, it was almost sickening to be near her; not because she wasn’t beautiful and sweet, but because he didn’t deserve it.
    He gripped her car door, ready to leap free, but he held back.
    She didn’t want to have sex with him. Not really.
    She was turned on, he could tell, but so what? It was pretty obvious she was only pitying him and being nice to keep from hurting his feelings.
    But she kissed him, more than once. No one had ever done that before to him. Didn’t that mean something?
    Women didn’t kiss men they didn’t at least like a little bit, right?
    He closed his eyes and relived that moment when her lips first touched his.
    God, he swelled in his pants so thick and hard he could barely breathe.
    Before he knew what he was doing, his eyes flashed open and he was jumping out of the car, tearing through her house to get to her.
    The creature inside him was doing more than pacing like it usually did. It was rampaging, shredding everything in its path to get her.
    She was not Hannah. He knew that now, and it would be fine.
    The alcohol’s effects had worn off, and the pain from the device latching onto his stomach lining