Grace by Mina Carter Page A

been surprised, then aroused.
    Fuck yeah, that had been a turn on . His cock sprang to life in his pants again at the memory. He planted his foot on the accelerator, desperate to get home and finish what they’d started. Next to him, Grace squeaked as he wove in and out of the traffic, driving at breakneck speed until they left the city lights behind them.
    “Jaron. You’ll get us killed!” She protested, one white-knuckled hand gripping her seat belt, her other hand scrabbling for purchase on the door as he threw the car into another bend.
    Jaron laughed but took pity on her. She wasn’t to know that his reactions were razor sharp, he could drive the car at top speed and it still felt like a Sunday afternoon stroll to him. He slowed the car to a more reasonable speed, one that wouldn’t attract the attention of the local cops, and smiled across at her.
    “There, that better?”
    She swallowed and nodded, looking less green now. “Much, thank you. What got into you? In a hurry to get back or something?” She gave a little, nervous laugh.
    He looked at her, dropping his amiable mask and letting her see the need and desire inside. Deliberately, he sent her a scene from earlier. She wouldn’t know where the image had come from. Thanks to their link, forged by her taking of his blood, it was easier for him to slip in and out, inserting the image directly in her mind.
    Her on her knees, reaching for his belt buckle and releasing his straining cock…her small, pink tongue as it flicked out and swept over the sensitive head.
    He smelled her arousal the instant her body softened. The sweet scent flooded the cramped confines of the car to drive him mad. His hands clenched on the steering wheel again. Desire hit him broadside. His nostrils flared as he tried to get himself under control. He stifled the groan that came to his lips and tried to act normal.
    She rolled her head back against the headrest and looked at him. It was all Jaron could do to keep the car on the road rather than pull over, throw the seat back and take her right there in the damn passenger seat. He flicked a glance at the back seat in the rear view mirror. Perhaps... No, he was not taking her in the bloody car like some hormone-driven teenager.
    He kept his eyes on the road, feeling her interested gaze on him. She reached out, smoothed her hand down his shoulder. He slid her a sideways glance, pretending he had no clue what was on her mind.
    “Hey babe,” he murmured, the easy modern phrase sounding a bit odd as his accent thickened.
    Her smile broadened as her hand crept downward. She’d made the connection between his accent and his state of arousal. Damn it . She stroked down his stomach, and his muscles contracted automatically. In his pants his cock strained, as if trying to get closer to her hand.
    And then— Oh God —her hand reached his cock. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel as she stroked him through the fabric, examined the length and breadth of him, as if gauging the strength of his arousal. He was hard, so fucking hard he felt like he was going to burst any minute.
    “Gracie ...” He warned, having trouble concentrating on the road ahead with her hand in his lap. Especially when she started to play with his belt buckle. She wouldn’t go down on him, not in the car…would she? His cock pulsed, desperate to feel her mouth on him again. He’d had blowjobs before, of course, but rarely, and none had ever seemed to enjoy it as much as Grace did. That was the real turn on. The pleasure she took in giving him pleasure.
    “So, pleased to see me, I take it?” She purred in his ear, out of her seatbelt and moving closer. Distracted by her, Jaron slowed the car down as a van pulled onto the road ahead of them.
    “You know I am,” he said as she kissed his jaw and along the side of his neck. Her hand whispered over his straining erection, stroking but not fulfilling. “You keep this up and you’re going to find out exactly how