Chapter 4

Sienna’s POV

Grant’s hand slipped out from under my skirt, going straight for the button of his pants.

The sharp click of the metal buckle snapping open echoed far too loudly in the suffocating backseat.

He hiked the hem of my dress all the way up. His large palms cupped my bare ass, lifting me just enough to ruthlessly shove my soaked panties to the side.

The very next second, scorching, rock-hard flesh pressed directly against my bare core. Zero barriers left between us.

I sucked in a sharp breath, my whole body jolting upward.

Holy fuck. He was massive.

Even with his tactical jacket blocking my view, the sheer girth and searing heat of him were enough to make my knees weak.

It just sat there, heavy and rigid against my most private, vulnerable spot, a silent, terrifying promise of what was about to happen.

"We can't do this..." I choked out, my voice trembling violently. "If Kevin sees..."

"Then make sure he doesn't."

Grant’s voice was a dark, gravelly rasp, heavy with absolute, commanding authority. "Squeeze your legs together. Use your thighs. Hold it tight for me."

My heart hammered so hard it physically hurt, but my traitorous body obeyed him instantly.

I stared dead ahead at the back of Kevin’s head, terrified he might suddenly glance in the rearview mirror. My sanity was already reduced to ashes. The only thing left was pure, primal hunger.

I clamped my thighs shut, trapping the thick, scorching length of him tightly between my inner thighs and my soaking wet cleft.

Grant didn’t rush to thrust inside.

Instead, holding that exact position, he began to grind against me. Slow. Heavy. Agonizing.

The blunt, thick head of his cock dragged relentlessly over my most sensitive spot. He ground against my swollen, desperate folds, yet completely refused to give me the actual penetration I was begging for.

Every single pass was a masterclass in edging, frying my nerves while dangling true satisfaction just out of reach.

I couldn't stop the soft pants leaking from my lips. My hips moved instinctively, trying to grind back against his rhythm.

I wanted to sink down and swallow him whole, but his large hands locked like vices around my waist, pinning me firmly in place.

"You want to take it all?" he rasped directly into my ear, his voice dark and rough. "Dying for it, aren't you? But not yet, little one."

His free hand slid back beneath my skirt.

Without any warning, two thick fingers plunged deep into my impossibly wet, slick core.

He pumped his fingers in a vicious, rhythmic curl, matching the relentless grinding of his cock trapped between my thighs.

Pleasure surged up my spine in blinding, dizzying waves.

But I was completely suspended on the edge of the precipice. I couldn't tip over the edge, and I couldn't come down.

All I could do was bite down ruthlessly on the collar of his jacket, forcing every filthy whimper back down my throat.

Kevin’s voice suddenly cut through the tension. "Road's getting pretty rough up ahead. You guys holding up okay back there?"

I couldn't form a single fucking syllable.

Grant answered for me, his voice noticeably tighter, strained with effort. "We're fine. Just a bit bumpy."

At the exact same time, he increased the ruthless pace of his hips.

I wanted to sob. I was so fucking close to taking him all the way, yet he deliberately kept himself just a fraction out of reach, torturing me in the most agonizingly wicked way possible.

Suddenly, the dirt road gave way to a massive crater. The Jeep lurched violently.

Using the brutal momentum of the drop, Grant thrust upward—hard.

At the exact same millisecond, his thumb clamped down ruthlessly over my swollen peak, grinding mercilessly.

A lethal shock of electricity fried my entire nervous system.

My body went completely rigid. My inner walls spasmed violently, clamping down around his buried fingers like a vice.

The orgasm ripped through me—savage, immediate, and world-shattering.

Almost in the exact same breath, a low, guttural groan tore from Grant's throat.

Thick, scorching ropes of his release pulsed relentlessly against my inner thighs, spilling heavy and hot right against my slick, swollen entrance.

We were both gasping for air.

Grant kept me pinned tightly flush against his chest, his free hand slowly, possessively stroking my trembling lower belly as the aftershocks rolled through me.

He didn't let go until the Jeep finally rolled to a complete stop.

"We're here."

I was still completely dazed. He actually had to nudge my waist to get me to finally peel myself off his lap.

I scrambled out of the car in a frantic mess, pretending to stretch my aching muscles just to have an excuse to look away. My feet finally hit solid dirt.

Grant stepped out after me, taking slow, measured laps around the clearing, playing off the movement as stretching out his cramped legs.

"Sienna, what is this?"

My stomach plummeted straight to the earth.

Kevin was pointing directly at the floor mat in the backseat.

Lying right there in plain sight, completely forgotten in the chaotic haze of our twisted game, was my soaked, discarded underwear.