“If you suck him off, I’m going to throw you both out of this car,” Knox swears. “And leave us on the side of the road?” I laugh, although it’s strained. Because she’s tracing a path over my jeans. “Okay,” Willow says instead. “We’ll let you handle the cleaning fee when you drop the car off.” She unbuttons my jeans and reaches in, past my briefs, and wraps her slim fingers around my shaft. My head falls back. Do I think of my grandmother? Or do I let this happen?
