Chapter 1: The Arrangement 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

Her blouse was open, her bra still on, but the lace cups had given up — both breasts were spilling over the top, two soft swells trembling above the fabric every time he drove into her.
“Ah… ah… slow down,” she gasped, throat tipped back, breasts jolting forward, the muscles between her thighs clenching on him out of her control.
Behind her, a heavy, ragged exhale. “Why are you tighter every time? Relax, baby.” His voice was hoarse. “Don’t suck me in like you’re starving — I want to be in you a while longer.”
“You’re so hot inside. Listen to that — you’re soaked.” His cock churned through her until the wet sound was obscene, the place where they joined making slick, sucking noises.
“Mm — Owen—” Her eyes were unfocused. She shoved at his hand. “I just got off my period — you can’t fuck me like this — ah, ah!” Her cry pitched higher, the head of his cock dragging right over the spot inside her that made her see white.
Her period had finished a few days ago. Five days, no sex. That was apparently five days too many for Owen Halloway, because they’d hit traffic on the way to the estate and he’d dragged her into the back seat before she could finish protesting.
His big hands gripped her ass and pulled her open, the wet, flushed pink of her completely on display. The plump folds were pushed to either side and the small, tight opening of her took the thick stretch of his cock in and out, sucking on him like a wet little mouth that wouldn’t let go.
“Ah — mm—” Her hands were braced flat against the windshield, her panting fogging the glass. “I can’t — it aches — I can’t take it — ah!” The moan broke into a sharp scream as he drove right up against her core.
He groaned low in his throat, pleasure rough in the sound. One hand twisted on her breast; his stomach was flush against her ass, their bodies locked together, every thrust rocking her so hard her whole frame snapped back and forth. Her dress was bunched at her waist. Her narrow waist took the impact again and again.
He gripped her full breast in his palm, kneading and squeezing without restraint. “I used to be able to hold it all in one hand. Not anymore. Looks like it grew up…” The second he was fucking her, he wasn’t the man he was anywhere else. He always said filthy things in her ear. “Your little cunt didn’t grow up though. Still tight as eighteen.”
“I can’t go this many days without fucking you again.” He kissed her like he couldn’t get enough, until she couldn’t keep up. “This slutty pussy is too tight. Wet and tight. You’re going to make me crazy.”
The slap of skin on skin filled the car, harder, faster, the heavy SUV actually rocking on its springs. The dizzying high washed through her, and he was still wrapped around her, panting against her hair — when his phone went off.
The name on the screen wrecked her. He picked up anyway, slow and unhurried, and put it on speaker, his cock still buried in her, hips still rocking once, twice, casually.
“Owen, did you pick up Addie?” The voice on the line — she’d known it for eleven years.
“She’s with me,” he said, casual. He glanced down at her. She was, in fact, frozen.
“Then hurry up, both of you. Everyone’s seated. We’re only waiting on you.”
“Mom, traffic’s a mess.” His face didn’t move. The lie came easy. “Don’t wait. Start without us.”
That was the wrong thing to say. “What kind of nonsense is this? Your girlfriend’s already here and you’re not? Start without you, my foot!”
Adelaide froze.
What had she just heard.
Girlfriend.
She must have heard wrong. The next sentence out of Helena killed that hope.
“Even with traffic, figure something out. Whitney’s already here — how can you be later than she is? Honestly, the first time you bring a girl home and this is how you do it? You can’t put one-ten-thousandth of your work focus into this…”
Owen stopped moving. He picked up the phone and took it off speaker.
But what good did that do. Adelaide had heard all of it.
“Caldwell?” she heard him say into the receiver, like he had no idea who his mother was talking about.
Some act. The girl was already at his house and he was pretending not to know.
“You should have gone to get her yourself, Owen. Sutton can pick Addie up next time, finally—”
A small frown. “All right, enough.” He cut the call cleanly.
Adelaide didn’t move. Her eyes had unfocused on something across the cabin. Even her breathing had gone quiet.
He bent down to her ear. “It’s not what you think.”
He started to explain. She turned her face away. “I’m not thinking anything.” Her voice was cold. The leftover heat in it just made it sound rough.
She reached behind her, blindly found his hip, and pulled him into her. “Just finish.”
Being his thing to fuck was bad enough. Throwing love into the mix would be both stupid and pathetic.
He didn’t move, so she pushed her ass higher, made the angle better, her wet eyes lifting with a kind of seductive sharpness she didn’t usually bother with.
“Come on. Fuck me.”
Silence answered her.
He yanked his cock out of her, hard enough that she lurched forward. He grabbed a tissue from the console, wiped himself off in a few impatient swipes, and zipped his pants.
The heat between them had vanished. Something tight and irritable had taken its place.
After a beat he opened the door, slid into the driver’s seat, and started the car. He pulled away — but in the wrong direction. Not toward the Halloway estate. Adelaide noticed but didn’t ask. She pulled her panties on and leaned against the rear bench.
“Take me back to campus,” she said.
He looked at her in the rearview mirror, calm. “We’re not done yet.”
At face value it sounded like work talk. The dark in his eyes wasn’t.
So this was about what they’d just been doing.
“Didn’t we just finish?” she said through her teeth.
“You know me well enough. Isn’t that answer enough?”
She clawed at the door handle. The child lock clicked uselessly under her fingers.
Her phone went off. The caller ID said Aunt Helena.
“Don’t pick up,” he said.
She didn’t want to listen to him, but how was she supposed to explain to Helena? She let it ring once. The phone rang again. She picked it up, hesitating.
“Pick up,” he said, “and I’ll tell her about us.”
“Are you out of your mind?” she snapped.
He looked totally calm about it, except for the cold edge underneath. “I’ve been wanting to tell them anyway.”
She didn’t want to keep on this thread. She let it ring out.
Ten minutes later the car stopped at a hotel.
She tried to bolt the second she was out. He got there first, scooped her up around the waist, and lifted her clean off her feet.
“Wasn’t I supposed to keep fucking you?” His warm breath hit her ear. “What are you scared of now?”
He was teasing, but the grip didn’t budge. She cursed at him, struggled, and got nowhere. The valet came up. Owen tossed him the keys without a single look at the lobby.
He nudged the suite door shut with his heel. The next second she was on the bed.
The cool depth of his eyes was gone. What was in them now made her chest seize.
She started to shake without meaning to. He tore her dress open. He yanked her panties off in one pull.
“Hh—” Her voice was wet. “Owen Halloway, you bastard!”
He pressed an index finger to her trembling lips. “Shh.” His tone was tender. “Save the crying and the begging for later. That’s when it works.”
Her sex was still wet and pink. He spread her thighs and pushed his cock in with a slick, audible shove.
That night, he held her down on the mattress and had her the entire night, until her sex was lightly bleeding, and only then did he let her go. She was so worn out she could barely think, and right before she dropped off, she dimly heard Owen finally call home.