I laughed wildly. “Not at all. What a nice night this is! All those—hit that pothole! You hit that fucking pothole as hard as you can!” I slapped my hand over my mouth.
“What the hell,” Jeremy said faintly.
I was sweating by the time we reached Jack It and parked in the lot behind the building. It was already full, but we found a spot near the back in the shadows. I climbed gingerly out of the Jeep, wondering if I was going to be clenching my ass all night. At least it looked good in these jeans. Oh, who I was I kidding. It looked good in most things.
Jeremy rounded the back of the slut machine, a frown on his face. “Seriously. What’s going on with you?”
“No touching, right?”
He frowned harder. “Right. I mean, I know we’ve talked about it, but you don’t have to act like it’d be the worst thing in the world.”
I shook my head. “It’s not that. It’s—would you do me a favor?”
“Of course.”
“Hold my phone tonight?”
He looked confused. “O… kay. Why can’t you hold it?”
“Just take it,” I growled at him, shoving the phone into his hands.
He fumbled with it but managed to keep from dropping it. “You’re being weird.”
“You have no idea. There’s an app on the home screen. Looks like an egg. Open it.”
He looked at me for a moment before glancing down at the phone. The screen lit up his face as he tapped the app. It opened, and there was a moment of silence before his brow furrowed. “What is this? And why are there so many egg puns? I’m offended, actually.”
“See the slider across the top?”
“Yeah.”
“Move it to three.”
“But—”
“Just do it.”
He did.
The Magic Egg immediately started vibrating, and I couldn’t help but groan as I slumped against the back of his Jeep. He gaped at me as my body twitched, head rolling back as I swallowed thickly.
I barely heard him when he said, “Is this… are you…. Corey.”
And then he was in front of me, with only the sparest of breaths between us. He reached up like he was going to put his hand around my throat, but instead reached behind me and grabbed the Jeep, blocking me in. I turned my head to the side and felt his nose graze the shell of my ear. “Is this what I think it is?” he whispered, and fuck me, the last time I’d heard this tone in his voice, he’d had his cock in his hand and was talking about fucking me.
“Yeah,” I managed to say.
“It’s in you right now.”
“Yeah.”
“And you want me to control it.”
I nodded furiously. “This isn’t against the rules. We’re not touching.”
He chuckled darkly, his breath warm on my cheek. “Oh, it’s certainly skirting the line. And you know it.”
His other hand came up, this one with the phone in it. My eyes widened as his thumb pushed the slider up to a five.