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-Chapter Seventeen-

Edward had me pull the Lambo down a long dirt road, leading it far into the desert and some distance behind a housing district. It was dark and secluded, shrouded by a thick brush of Palo Verde trees. It impossible for anyone to see the car parked there during the night.

It was the perfect place to sit in a stolen car until the cops are called and come searching for it.

It's been nearly an hour since we took it, and no one reported it gone. Edward kept switching frequencies on the scanner, checking between Phoenix, Scottsdale, Tempe, and Mesa police departments. There was nothing but a random shooting in South Phoenix.

It seemed a little odd to me that no one had noticed that car had been taken—and it seemed even less likely to me that someone simply abandoned it there. Maybe someone had already stolen before Edward and me. That would explain the disabled alarm...

"Dick." Edward laughed.

Shutting off the engine, I looked at Edward as he typed away on his older than dirt flip phone. He hit send button to his message and then slipped the phone back into his front pocket.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"Emmett," he replied, turning to face me. "He just picked up my car."

"Oh…really?" I asked, surprised. I didn't think about Edward's car left behind, but I guess it makes sense for him wanting it picked up. "So, he knows about us and what we did?"

He chuckled. "Oh, yeah, he knows, alright."

"Did he happen say whether or not there were cops around? Does the owner know the car is stolen?" I asked, chewing the shit out of my cuticles.

Edward sighed annoyed, giving me a stern look as he pulled my hand away from my mouth. I shrugged, not knowing what to tell him. I was getting anxious and needed something to distract me.

"He said the garage was still packed with cars but there wasn't any police around. He thinks we need to ditch it while our luck still good, and he's right. Shit, I know he's right," Edward said, agitated, running his hands through his hair. "It's too risky to stay in such a high profile car...but…I can't fucking think about that right now." He took his hands and wrapped around my neck, his thumbs stroking the sides of my face. "Not with you sitting there."

The strength and dominance he asserted over me was such a turn on and it provoked a soft and breathy moan to escape my lips.

He groaned, closing his eyes. "Fuck, baby." They snapped back open, stunning me with how green and deep they were. The lust and eagerness to possess me was rampant in him, and I gasped at the intensity of it. "Do have any fucking idea how sexy you are?"

I shook my head as I melted into the seat, biting down on my bottom lip, yearning for him to reach over and devour me.

"Liar," he said with an uneven and crooked smile, "You fucking know what you do to me."

"Then do something about it," I said, grasping his wrists and leaned towards him, feeling dizzy and lost in his intimacy. "Stop talking and fucking kiss me."

Growling, he gripped me tighter around the throat and crushed lips to mine. It was rough and chaotic, his tongue pressed against mine, forceful and demanding. Everything about him disarmed me, leaving me in drunken stupor, consumed and addicted to the taste of peppermint.

The hunger to have this man was raging inside me, and no matter how deeply we kissed or how close our bodies were, it was never enough. I was never fully satisfied. It drove me to absolute madness and I dug my nails into his skin, drawing a hiss from him. I scrabbled to my knees on the seat, my body leaning and aching to feel him.

"Fucking get over here," he panted, breaking away from the kiss. His hands slid into my hair and gripped it, fisting handfuls of it as he tugged me forward.

I smiled smugly, pleased with how much we drove each other crazy, as I crashed my lips back down to his. Rising on my knees, I placed my hands on his chest, balancing myself as I crawled over the center console. Throwing my leg over his lap, I eased my body down, feeling how much he needed me. Intensifying the kiss, I pressed down on his hardening bulge and began to rock my hips. He grunted, gripping my waist and holding me there. It only fueled my desire more. I clawed at his shirt, wanting to tear it off his back, and as I sat up to remove it, I banged my head on the roof of the car…hard.

"Ow," I said, rubbing out the dull pain with my fingers.

Edward pulled away, his eyes stressed with worry as he reached up and caressed the side of my face. "What's wrong? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

I smiled at him, shaking my head as I took his hand in mine, bringing it to my lips and kissing it softly. "I'm fine. It's just a small space to maneuver in."

His brows furrowed and he glanced around, only then seeming to understand my discomfort. "Hmm, I've got an idea. Hang on to me."

Draping my arms around his neck, he hugged me close and reached around me, restarting the car. It roared to life and vibrated, shaking the bucket seats. He opened the car door. He grabbed my hips and swung his feet out. He grunted and shifted, transferring all my weight; he placed his hand on the back of my head, pushing it down and protecting me from further injury. He lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, squeezing and holding on to him tightly. He placed his hands underneath my ass and moved it upwards, getting a better and sturdier grip.

Placing the police scanner down the roof, he reached up and pulled the door down. Then, he walked us around to the front of the car, lowered my ass down on the hood, pushing me down on my back and attacking me with his lips, kissing me forcefully.

My thighs quivered under the idling pulsation of the car, Edward's body lean and pushing against me, trapped between the power of the car and my man had shifted my arousal into overdrive. I couldn't get close enough.

Taking my shirt off, he wadded it up into a ball, and placed it underneath my head. His lips and tongue were everywhere, on my neck, chest, and even my stomach. I moaned softly, loving how his hands were kneading my breasts, which was painful but pleasurable.

Needing to feel his skin against mine, I grabbed the fabric of his shirt, lifting it upwards and pulling it off him. He propped himself up, hovering over me as I stared at him. The full moon was giving source, giving me just enough light to take him in.

He was gorgeous.

My hands ran down the front of his chest, feeling the hardened muscles under his damp skin, continuing their descent until they were bordering the top of his jeans. I stilled, looking up at Edward, waiting for him to cock-block me.

"We'll only go as far as you want," he said, gently stroking the side of my face.

He was giving me an out, and if I was nervous about him taking my virginity, I might've told him to stop, but I wanted him to be the one. I'd made up my mind about him and me long ago.

Wordlessly, I lifted my head and gripped his hair, pulling him down and kissing him. He responded in kind, just a furiously and passionately. Next, I unbuckled his jeans, pulled them down, and passed his ass.

My hand slipped underneath the elastic of his boxer briefs and I stopped. The tips of my fingers feeling something hard, cold…and metal, I jerked my hand out, startled by the anomaly.

"What…" I stated slowly, reaching down again and feeling it again. "Is that a piercing?"

Edward kissed me along my neck, thrusting his hips, and begging for me to touch him. "Mmmhmm. Does it bother you?"

"No," I said, my eyes closing as he sucked, his teeth were nipping at the tender flesh.

Tentatively, I eased my hand lower and wrapped my fingers around his shaft, gripping him tightly, and feeling him for the first time...and Edward was big.

He wasn't huge or monstrous, but a pretty decent size. He was a lot bigger than my ex-boyfriend, Mike, that was for damn sure.

Sliding my hand up and down his shaft, I watched his face, looking for signs that he was enjoying it. It was jerky and uncoordinated at first, but after a few moments, I started to get into a rhythm, adding a simple twist of my wrist, which made Edward hiss.

I smiled, thrilled that I was managing to get my boyfriend off.

He pulled away from me and my hand slipped out of his pants. He grabbed my knees and yanked me to him, my ass sliding across the car, which was still idling. The engine made a low rumbling noise, creating a vibrating sensation on my back. I propped myself on my elbows as Edward removed my shorts, sliding them down my legs. He groaned loudly when he realized that I'd gone commando.

His eyes shot up to me, looking crazed, before plunging his fingers into me, moving in and out relentlessly.

I arched my back as he pressed his one palm against my right thigh and spread my legs wider apart. The intensity was building, the need and the fire raising to an explosive level, and moving its way through me. He caught me off guard when he put his mouth on me, licking and nibbling at my clit.

"Shit," I hissed, bucking my hips into his face.

I looked down at him, hoping that didn't breaking his nose, but his head was still fully immersed in me and his hand was splayed across my stomach to keep my bucking under control.

Falling back on to the hood, I let my hands wander up to my breasts, squeezing and pulling at my nipples.

Edward continued to assault me with his mouth and tongue, licking, biting, and sucking my lips, while his thumb rubbed my clit. His fingers slipping in and out of me so effortlessly and I was close, feeling the sensation build and throb.

I chewed on my lip, trying to contain my moans, but all too soon, it became unbearable. I couldn't help it. The way he worked my clit with his mouth, his fingers curling up inside me and hitting that perfect spot. It was all too much, and I let out a small whimper, my thighs trembling as I came.

"Christ," Edward groaned, his hands running along my legs as he kissed my inner thigh. "I could do that all day."

I panted. "I might let you."

"I'm fucking holding you to that," he said, leaning over me, his lips grazing my collarbone.

I grabbed the sides of his face, bringing him up to me, kissing him deeply, not even caring that my taste was still on his tongue. I was hungry for this man and I needing him inside me more than anything.

He dug his fingers into my hips, thrusting his pelvis into me, the head of his dick hitting the upper part of thigh, mere inches from where I needed him to be. He grunted, pulling away from my lips and standing straight up.

He shook his head with a faint smile as he mumbled to himself. "Eager beaver."

He reached into his pant pocket and pulled out a condom. As he opened the wrapper and prepared to roll it on, I took the opportunity to fully take him—all of him. The tattoos continued down his torso and down to his pelvis. The piercing on his penis, which I'd only felt until now, was a metal barbell.

It didn't look like it would hurt, considering after the condom was on, I couldn't even see it. But this was my first time and I was nervous about the unknown.

Edward must have of seen the expression in my face because he frowned. "Are you sure you want this to be your first time? Here in the middle of the desert on a fucking car?"

He didn't realize that it didn't matter where we were. It was him that made it special for me. Besides, I could always have sex with Edward in a romantic place, but having my first time taken on the hood of the first car I boosted? It doesn't get better than that.

"I'm sure," I said, wrapping my legs around him and pulling him down to me. "It's not just a fucking car, Edward. It's a fucking Lamborghini. And it's not just my first time. It's my first time with you." I reached down and gripped him tightly, lining him up at my entrance.

He pressed his lips to mine, kissing me tenderly. He slowly eased in the tip, and I tensed, grabbing fistfuls of his hair.

"You alright?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said, taking a deep breath. "I'm okay. Keep going."

He slid into me more each time, stopping and letting my body adjust and conform around him. It was painful, I'm not going to lie, but the pain quickly subsided. It felt really good as soon he was all the way in, sliding in and out at a measured and controlled pace. And his piercing was barely noticeable.

"Fuck me," he cursed. "So tight."

He slowly picked up his pace, kissing me deeply, grunting and moaning into my mouth. His brow furrowed in concentration and I could see he was trying to hold out for me.

I grabbed his shoulders, shifted my legs up, wrapping them around his waist, inadvertently positioning him so that he could enter me deeper.

Grunting and swearing a few more 'fucks' as he drove into me faster and forceful, no longer being gentle. Then, rocking my hips with his, I pressed my breasts into his chest, our sweaty skin flushed as one.

He reached in between us, rubbing at my clit vigorously, making circular motions with his finger tips, and I felt that rush again. It was intensified as he thrusted into me, his lips on my shoulder, biting me and sucking the skin, marking me for the third time today.

It was all I could handle, as the car vibrated and pulsated beneath us, making my orgasm wash over me in waves. I arched my back and my muscles tightened, moaning loudly. It echoed across the desert and scared the coyotes.

Edward lips crashed to mine, effectively shutting me up as he thrusted hard and fast, grasping my hips and digging his fingers into my skin. He grunted, and I took a hold of his ring in my teeth and tugged on it, taking it into my mouth. He slid into me a few more times, in and out, his pace slowing gradual until he stopped altogether, stilling, as he twitched and jerked inside me.

He propped himself on his elbows and let his forehead fall to my chest, his body going limp.

"Holy shit," he panted, kissing me along my lips and jaw.

"Yeah," I said, my hands running through his hair and wanting to tell him how much I loved him.

But it was too soon. I didn't want Edward to think I was some crazy stage-five clinger or that I was only saying it because he'd deflowered me.

So, I kept my damn mouth shut, confessing my love for him in my head, over and over again.

He scooted himself up and kissed me, gently and slow. Then, it was silent; there was nothing to hear but the purring car and our thumping hearts.

Then it happened…

The police scanner chirped up and the call went out. There was a 2008 black Lamborghini Gallardo reported stolen, they had two suspects, the location, and all available units in the area were heading our way.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Edward hissed, banging his fist on the car's hood. He shot his eyes up at me. "Baby, we gotta go."