Chapter 02: Car Orgasms.

Jade's Pov

“Matthew got a red car?” I asked Sasha, my tone full of disbelief.

She laughed lightly, that nervous kind of laugh she always gave when she knew I was about to call her out.

“No, no. I got it for him… on his birthday.” My eyes widened so hard I swore they would pop out.

“Wait. You? You mean the same you that would cough to death if I asked for money, you suddenly found the cash to buy a man a whole car? A man who hasn’t even put a damn ring on your finger?”

Sasha’s smile faltered. “Jade, please, let’s not talk about that now.”

Before I could drag her more, the roar of an engine cut through the street.

The sleek red car pulled up in front of us, shining like temptation itself. The driver honked once, then leaned out the window.“Wassup, Sisi!” he shouted, grinning ear to ear.

Sasha squealed and ran toward him like a little schoolgirl, her heels clicking against the pavement. “Wassup, Matty!” she screamed back before throwing herself into his arms.

I rolled my eyes so hard I thought they’d get stuck. Typical Sasha. But then… he stepped out. And my entire world went silent.My mouth fell open before I could stop it.

Oh. My. God.It was him.

The same man I’d fucked once during that wild, reckless tour night months ago. The one whose hands had left my skin burning for days. The one who had disappeared without a trace after rocking my body like no other.

And now… he was Sasha’s boyfriend?I swallowed hard, heat crawling up my neck. He walked toward me casually, like he didn’t just knock the breath out of my chest. He stretched his hand, and when our palms touched, the connection jolted through me like fire.“Jade, right?”

His voice was low, deep, like a dangerous secret only I knew. Our stare locked. It wasn’t just a look...it was a collision. My chest rose and fell too fast, and for a second, I forgot Sasha was even standing there.

“Y....yeah.” My voice cracked, weak. “Jade.”

“Okay, guys,” Sasha cut in, oblivious. “I just need to rush into the office real quick. Sign some documents before our trip. You two can wait in the car for me, alright?”

“Sure,” I muttered.

We slid into the backseat together. The air was thick, too heavy. Every breath I took smelled of his cologne, intoxicating and dangerous.I glanced into the side mirror, pretending to fix my lip gloss, but what I saw wasn’t my reflection, it was his.

He wasn’t looking outside. He wasn’t even pretending.He was staring at me. Hard. Like he was trying not to. Like he was losing that fight.

My heart thumped. I turned toward him slowly. He shifted, like he wanted to escape, but I didn’t let him. My hand moved before my brain could stop me.

I gripped his shoulder, feeling the solid muscle under his shirt.

The silence in the car was dangerous. Every second felt like a drumbeat inside my chest.

Matthew sat stiff, eyes locked on the road ahead, even though the car wasn’t moving. He was trying too hard, pretending like he wasn’t aware of the storm swirling between us.

I leaned back, crossing my legs slowly, letting my skirt ride higher up my thighs. I caught his eyes flick in the mirror for half a second before he quickly looked away.

“You’re quiet,” I teased, my voice soft but sharp enough to cut through his act.

“I got nothing to say,” he muttered, still looking straight.

I smiled. “You don’t have anything to say… or you’re just scared to say it?” His jaw tightened, and he dragged a hand across his face.

“Jade… don’t start. You’re Sasha’s friend.” I slid closer, close enough that our thighs brushed. His breath hitched. My fingers traced over his shoulder again, slow, teasing.

“Nice recap,” I whispered.

He groaned low in his throat, head tipping back against the seat.

“Fuck… of course I remember. How could I not?”

“Then quit the pretence.” I said, lips brushing against his ear. “Stop acting like you don’t want it.”

He turned sharply, eyes blazing with conflict. “You think I don’t? Jade, I can still feel your body every time I close my eyes. But Sasha...”

“Sasha isn’t here,” I cut him off, sliding a hand down his chest, feeling the hard ridges of his abs under his shirt. “And you’re hard just thinking about me, aren’t you?”

He grabbed my wrist, trying to push me away, but his grip was weak. His breathing uneven. His self-control was slipping.I smirked. “You don’t want me to stop.”

Then I pressed my lips against his jaw, soft at first, then biting down gently. His whole body shivered.“Fuck, Jade,” he growled before smashing his mouth against mine.