Twenty-Four
Crow drove even faster than Hawk. The speed limit was less a suggestion to him than it was a joke. His laughter and glee pumped out of him as he pushed the pedal to the metal. The sound of his jubilation sailed through my ears as the vibrations of the tires skirted over the pavement and worked up to my dormant core. My panties were soaked before we’d gotten to the highway.
It looked like I wasn’t the only one affected. In the back seat of the car, Shakira and Owl were diagonal, nearly horizontal. From the rear view mirror, I saw that neither had a seat belt on. Shakira’s top was nearly off her shoulders. Owl’s thigh pressed rhythmically in between hers. His tongue licked a clear path around her collarbone, up her neck, and behind her ear. Shakira’s eyes caught mine in the rea
