Julian’s fingers stayed under my skirt.
The car hit another bump and the loose fabric rode higher. His hand followed, palm warm against the inside of my thigh. I kept my eyes on the back of my mother’s seat and tried to breathe through my nose. Kai glanced at the rearview mirror again.
“You good?” he asked. “You’re red.”
“Fine.”
The word came out short. Julian’s fingers slipped beneath the edge of my panties and dragged slowly through the wetness already gathered there. I pressed my lips together. My mother turned her head.
“Was that you?”
I coughed into my hand. “Something in my throat.”
He didn’t pull back. One finger pushed inside me, then a second, stretching me open in the tight space of the back seat. The car rolled over uneven ground and the motion drove his fingers deeper. M
