TRY NOT TO 'COME' AGAIN BEFORE WE GET THERE.

Chapter 5

The second the car doors shut, the air felt different.

Cassian didn’t start the engine right away. He just sat there with his hands on the wheel, looking at me in the rearview mirror. Julian turned in the front seat so he could see. Rhys pulled me back onto his lap without asking this time. My dress rode up immediately. The soaked panties stuck to me.

No one spoke.

Rhys’s hand slid under the dress and went straight between my legs. He didn’t tease. He pushed the wet fabric aside and dragged two fingers through the mess he’d already made at the restaurant. I jerked at the direct contact.

“Fuck,” he muttered against my ear. “You’re worse than before.”

I bit my lip hard. The windows were tinted but not that tinted. Cars passed us in the parking lot. I could hear people talking somewhere nearby.

Julian’s voice came low from the front. “Let me see.”

Rhys shifted me slightly so Julian had a better view. Then he pushed those two fingers inside me. Slow. Deep. My mouth fell open. A broken sound almost slipped out before I caught it.

Cassian finally started the car. His eyes stayed on the mirror more than the road.

Rhys fucked me with his fingers in steady strokes while the car pulled out of the lot. Every time we hit a bump his fingers went deeper. My thighs trembled around his hand. I was so wet the sound was obvious in the quiet car.

Julian reached back and took my ankle, the same way he had under the table. He guided my legs wider across Rhys’s lap so everything was open. Then his hand joined Rhys’s. One of his fingers rubbed tight circles on my clit while Rhys kept thrusting inside me.

I dropped my head back against Rhys’s shoulder. My hips moved without permission.

“That’s it,” Rhys said, voice rough. “Take it.”

Cassian spoke without turning around. “She’s been dripping since this morning. Let her come before we get home.”

The words hit harder than the fingers. I clenched around Rhys’s hand. Julian pressed harder on my clit.

I was already close. Embarrassingly close. The whole day had been building to this — the kitchen, the first car ride, the restaurant. My body didn’t care that we were on a public road. It just wanted to break.

Rhys curled his fingers and found the spot that made my vision blur. Julian matched the rhythm on my clit. I grabbed Rhys’s forearm, nails digging in, trying to stay quiet.

“Don’t,” Rhys warned. “Let them hear if you have to. No one’s looking.”

A small, broken moan left me anyway. Then another. My hips rolled against their hands. The wet sounds got louder. I could feel how soaked his palm was.

Julian leaned further over the seat, watching everything. “She’s about to lose it.”

Cassian’s voice stayed calm. “Good. Make her.”

Rhys pushed a third finger in. The stretch burned in the best way. Julian rubbed faster. My whole body went tight. The orgasm slammed into me so hard I couldn’t stop the sound that tore out of my throat. My thighs shook. I clenched around Rhys’s fingers in messy pulses, soaking his hand even more while the car kept moving.

They didn’t stop right away. They worked me through it until I was twitching and oversensitive. Only then did Rhys slow down. He left his fingers inside me, just holding them there while I tried to catch my breath.

Julian sat back, wiping his hand on his thigh. He looked satisfied and still hungry.

Rhys’s mouth brushed my ear. “That’s one. You’re not done.”

I couldn’t answer. My body was still pulsing. The dress was a mess. My panties were shoved to the side and useless.

Cassian took a turn a little harder than necessary. The movement pushed Rhys’s fingers deeper again and I whimpered.

“Home is ten minutes,” Cassian said. “Try not to come again before we get there.”

Rhys didn’t remove his hand. He just kept two fingers inside me, occasionally curling them like a reminder. Every red light made it worse. Every time the car slowed I felt him throb under my ass, still hard from watching me fall apart.

Julian watched me in the side mirror. “You okay, princess?”

I nodded, but it was a lie. I was wrecked. My legs wouldn’t stop trembling. The aftershocks kept rolling through me every time Rhys moved his fingers even slightly.

No one spoke for the rest of the drive. The only sounds were the engine and the soft, wet shift of Rhys’s fingers every time he adjusted them inside me.

When Cassian finally pulled into the driveway, he killed the engine and sat there for a second.

Then he looked at me in the mirror again.

“Inside.”

Rhys slowly pulled his fingers out. The loss made me want to chase them. He fixed my dress as best he could, then opened the door and helped me out. My legs were unsteady. The cool air hit the wet mess between my thighs and I shivered.

Julian got out and stretched, eyes still dark. Cassian locked the car and walked ahead to the front door without looking back.

I followed them into the house on shaky legs, still throbbing, still soaked, knowing that whatever happened next was going to be worse.

And I wanted it.