29. Reese
29
REESE
Every time I sneak a glance in his direction, my body reacts straight away. My neck blazes. My cheeks flush. My heart gives a rapid flutter as my mind hightails back to the other night and sets up camp.
Dane catches me with my next not-so-subtle peek and lifts a brow, and I divert my attention to the convertible. I don’t miss the suggestive smirk forming around the corner of his mouth. I feign extreme interest in the paint swatches spread out before us and squint in determination when he lets loose a raspy chuckle.
He hasn’t decided which color to go with yet, but he’s set on burnt orange or neon green. I think both sound atrocious, but it’s not my car, so I’ll keep my opinion to myself. Still, I tactically nudge my favorite color toward him. It’s a pleasant periwinkle blue. And it’s not offensive to the eyes.
He gives me an amused look in response. “Keep going for me, baby,” he husks out, and every inch of my skin is set on fire at the graveled edge of his tone. “That can’t be it. I know you’ve got more to show me. I can take it.”
My lips clamp tight as his teasing grin makes an appearance. Abrupt thoughts about him being buried deep inside me come to mind and stoke a flurry of awareness low in my belly. I’m about to be very forward for the first time in my entire life when he tilts his head to the side.
“Eh, you can show me all the purples you like later,” he deadpans, his voice no longer rough and low. “Ready for the date I promised you?”
I’d rather we fuck on every car . The tips of my ears are red hot as I offer him a bright smile.
Once the garage is locked, we’re winding down the coast in his Mustang. His gaze is solely focused on the road, while I’m all but watching him drive.
“Reese, if you want me to pull over and fuck you right here, just ask,” he teases.
I bite back my whimper as heat solidifies between my thighs. It’s so tempting of an offer that I want to say yes. Every ounce of me wants to scream the word from a rooftop.
If public indecency weren’t a thing, I’d be all over him in an instant.
“So, where are you taking me?” I ask instead.
He winks. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
I would, but the fun is in the surprise. “I get to veto if this is something weird.”
“It ain’t a museum.”
My eyes narrow in his direction, and within a heartbeat, his shoulders shake with his laughter.
Soon enough, he pulls into the parking lot of an arcade. I’m mildly surprised—until he cuts the engine and I hear the sound of cars whizzing by. My focus cuts to the sign blinking to our right, and my lips press together to suppress my amusement.
“You took us to a go-kart place?”
“Hey now. I took you to check out that Ferris wheel.” He gestures to the giant attraction blinking neon colors against the darkening sky. “It just so happens that this place has an indoor racetrack.”
My arms fold across my chest. “What a coincidence.”
“Very much so.” He maintains a straight face. “Serendipity is quite a marvelous thing.”
Rolling my eyes good-naturedly, I flash him a half-smile. “Can I at least get some funnel cake first?”
“And onion rings for your fiesta.”
“It’s Finsta .”
Inside the main building, bells and whistles chime from the arcade games. Pop music from the last decade plays from hidden speakers. The scent of deep-fried carnival food wafts in the air. It’s a bit of a sensory overload, but I snap out of my slight daze when Dane twines his fingers with mine and steers me to the walk-up counter.
He slaps a hundred onto a counter. Before I can protest, he orders, “Root beer soda, funnel cake, and onion rings.”
“We don’t break?—”
“Keep the change. Or whatever.”
“You know, you’d probably have smaller bills at your disposal if you take the change,” I whisper the instant we’re out of earshot. I don’t want the teenager to overhear me and spit in our food.
Dane shrugs a shoulder. “I’m not hurting for cash.”
“Making that much money from the cars?”
“Nah. Mom left me everything from her estate.”
Surprised, I fall silent. There’s a lot to unpack there. He doesn’t like bringing his mom up, which is a no-brainer. But I’m also hit with the realization that he’s loaded. He lives in Las Marinas. Of course, he’s got cash to spare .
Suddenly, I’m too aware of our class differences, and unease fills my stomach. If my mom knew about him, she’d make a snide comment about how her youngest brat is trying so damn hard to claw her way out of the trailer park and turn her back on her roots.
No . She’d probably encourage me to use him as a meal ticket.
Unfortunately, it’s not a foreign concept. She used to do it all the time with Lilian. Whenever our mom was home—if she ever was—she always encouraged my sister to sleep with the rich men in our towns, even the guys old enough to be our dad. She tried to do the same with me. I developed early, and she would drop a comment about how my girls could bring in the cash we needed, but Lilian would step in and effectively kill the conversation before it could even take off.
A wave of shame scours my throat.
“Earth to Reese.” Dane’s voice draws me back to the present. “You okay?”
“I’m not into you for your money,” I blurt.
He blinks, then snorts and ducks his head to my ear. “Yeah, I know. You’re in it for my cock.”
My neck smolders into flames, and I shoot a sidelong glance at a mother standing nearby with her two children. “You’re going to get us kicked out,” I hiss, poking him squarely in the chest.
“I know you’re not in it for my money.” He tugs me flush to his body. “You’re not like that. You’re too kind and sweet with that goody-two-shoes heart of yours.”
I glare up at him. He chuckles and holds me even tighter.
“But, really, I don’t give a fuck if you were,” he goes on. “I’ll spoil you with all the onion rings and root beer soda you want.”
Before I can respond, I hear our order being called. Peeling myself out of his embrace, I erupt into giggles when his mouth presses to the curve of my neck.
“Wait,” he growls against my skin. “Rub yourself up against me once more?—”
“ Behave .” I shove him playfully and head to the counter.
So far, the date has mostly been a lot of trash-talking with a smidge of flirting sprinkled in. We made out on the Ferris wheel. Sabotaged each other during mini-golf. Played a lot of skeeball and took it to the extremes. Throw with your non-dominant hand. Stand on one foot. Spin in a circle with eyes closed.
Somehow, we didn’t maim ourselves with the last one.
Once Dane pawns off our tickets to a little girl we come across on our way out, we sprint to the indoor racetrack. Since it’s almost closing time, it’s glaringly empty when we step inside.
It’s for the best. I don’t think it’d be a good idea to have a bunch of witnesses around when Dane gets behind the wheel.
“Are you even tall enough for this, Mini Reese?” He gestures to the height requirement sign near the entrance and is met with my cool stare.
“You’re going to regret your words, Kingsley.”
“Just remember one thing,” he says gravely, the lines of his face go taut as he holds my gaze. “Ease into it.”
Then he rockets forward with a screeching lurch and leaves me in his dust. I splutter and chase after him at half his speed.
My hair whips behind me. My pulse thrums in my ears. My adrenaline spikes when the kart accelerates faster, and it’s oddly freeing. Exhilarating, even.
I kind of get it. To a certain extent. I won’t dive off cliffs tomorrow or sign up for skydiving any time soon, but I understand why Dane likes to drive because, at this moment, I feel… invincible. Limitless. So very much alive .
My thumb barely locks the door before he hooks his arm around my midsection and tugs me away with haste. I tumble backward onto my mattress, and wild laughter escapes me when he stretches his body over mine and captures my lips.
Our hands are everywhere. Our fingers flirt with anything we can touch. Our kisses become a little uncoordinated and clumsy while we fumble with each other’s clothes until we’re skin-to-skin.
I can’t stop smiling. I can’t stop my heart from beating oh so fast. I can’t do anything but allow myself to let go and fall in deeper. It’s all I can manage. My body feels so fluttery and fizzy and vibrant and bright and a whole list of words I can’t even think of because I’m still riding out the high that’s yet to fade from our date.
Tracking a path to my scar, his unshaven jaw tickles my sensitive skin and ignites embers deep in my belly.
“Wait,” I gasp, and he tenses as I nudge him back. He blinks down in confusion, tightening his grip on my hip bones when I give him another gentle shove. “You wanted me to ride your cock, right?”
My words bring a flush to my cheeks and a smolder to his eyes. Then I yelp when he flips us over in one fluid motion and hoists me onto his lap.
His mouth quirks up at the corner as he peers up at me. His palm idly strokes my back. His lips part as I swivel my hips, my pussy a slick and slow grind against the length of his cock. A gritty sound rips up his throat.
“Baby—” He groans in protest when my movement comes to an abrupt stop. “What are you doing to me?”
“Just taking my time with you.” With a smile, I slide up to his waist and lean in, sneaking a kiss on his lips. Then I pull away before he can deepen it and draw a heart on his chest. “Thank you, by the way.”
He lifts a quizzical brow. “No, thank you . I’m enjoying the view. And everything you’ve been doing so far.”
Despite myself, I snort. “ For the date .”
“You’re telling me that every time I take you out, it will end like this?” His fingers delve into my hips, digging deep. “Are you free tomorrow?”
“I have a group project to work on.”
“Blow it off,” is his response.
“I’d rather blow you,” I say boldly, and he lets loose a rough exhalation. “Was that a little too corny?”
He snorts. “Baby, I’m a little too horny to care.”
Giggling, I climb off of him and feel his heated gaze follow me as I settle between his legs. I’m suddenly too aware of him and my pounding heart as I sit back on my heels.
A low and gritty breath escapes him when I pitch forward and take him in my mouth. He immediately clenches the sheets and rocks his thick, heady weight against my tongue, hitting the back of my throat.
Reflexively, I gag, and his entire frame tenses. Embarrassment scalds my cheeks as I peek up with wide eyes. Only the tip remains between my lips.
“Sorry,” I muffle, and he chuckles as he tucks an arm behind his head.
“You don’t have to deepthroat me,” he murmurs. “Just do that thing you did with your tongue.”
I have no idea what he’s talking about, but I give him a tiny nod. Hopefully, he’ll clue me in on what that thing is when I take him in again.
“Fuck. Yes. Like that, baby,” I can feel him straining beneath me to keep his hips still. “Just like that.”
His moan is pure gravel. Rough. His fingers twine into my hair, fisting the strands in a tight, almost-stinging grip, and fizzling heat races down my spine.
My mind is suddenly swirly; my entire body is abuzz with incessant need. My concentration is dwindling by the second.
“Fuck,” he repeats. “Touch yourself for me while you suck me off.”
I whimper and bring my thumb to my clit, and he groans so loudly that goosebumps ripple across my skin. My eyes pinch closed, and my breathing runs ragged.
Without warning, he jerks himself out of my mouth, and I startle.
“I didn’t say to stop playing with yourself.” He hoists me up onto his lap. “Do you need a hand?” he teases, punctuating his words with a smirk.
“I wasn’t finished,” I mutter weakly, then bite back a moan when he slides two fingers deep inside me. My palm smacks against his broad chest for purchase. My pulse goes haywire.
“I don’t want to come down your throat tonight,” he grunts, and my thighs tremble as he strokes me at a faster pace. “I want to come inside this pussy of yours like I said I would.”
A fluttery gasp escapes me, and I grind against his hand. “Do you have a condom?”
“Got one in my wallet with your name on it,” he replies brazenly, and I snort.
“Just one?”
“Well, I didn’t think an entire box would fit in there,” he says with a sly grin. “Give me a second.” With one last stroke, he removes his fingers, and I hold back a whimper at the sudden loss.
Leaning over, he retrieves a foil from his jeans, tears it open, and rolls the condom on so quickly that I think he may have set a world record. Then he finds my gaze as I move to straddle him, his pupils eating up the color of his irises.
My knees spread wide across his muscular thighs. My hand splays across his ribs as I drag my pussy against his length and coax out a low, gritty moan from the base of his throat. My hips lift, and after I line him up against my entrance, I sink down.
His head tips back as his mouth falls open in sheer bliss. I swallow a breath and squirm from the sudden fullness.
“Oh. Fuck. Yes . There we go.” The rough feel of his hands slides up my thighs and grasps my hips. “How does that feel?”
Biting my bottom lip, I take in his hazy eyes and slightly flushed cheeks. A sudden thrill runs through me at the sight. “Like you’re very hard for me?”
He chuckles hoarsely as he pulls out halfway and rocks into me, and my fingertips press into his skin. “I would have taken good for an answer.”
I say nothing. My eyes flutter shut. My legs slide wider apart. My body arches forward as I settle into a gradual, steady rhythm and chase every exquisite slide and stretch of his cock splitting me open.
“Oh, look at you,” he murmurs. “So fucking greedy. You like riding me that much?”
“Mmhmm.” A hum is all I can respond with as I push against his thrusts.
“Yeah? Then keep fucking me.” His grip tightens on my hip bone, and I can feel the deep imprint of his blunt nails. “Show me how much you want this.”
Warmth builds low in my belly. My nails bite into his pecs as I ride him faster. His hands go to my breasts and squeeze, and my hips stutter. Then he slides one palm down to our point of contact, and my movement becomes choppy with every flirt of his fingers against my swollen clit. With every dirty word muttered in the air.
He doesn’t ease up. He’s relentless with his touch as he picks up the pace and fucks into me harder.
“Oh God, Dane,” I moan, and he lets out a raspy chuckle.
“Fuck, yes, baby,” he grunts. “Say my name. Say my name louder .”
It hits me so suddenly that a sharp gasp breaks free while I shatter. My thighs tremble. My vision blurs. I’m blissed out. Completely, utterly, wholeheartedly spent.
He keeps pace while he continues to chase his release, thrusting over and over until he finally tenses and groans something so exquisitely choked off at the ceiling when he comes.
Without notice, he reaches an arm around me and pulls me into the warm shelter of his body. Already, I’m curling into him, breathing in his familiar scent, and listening to his heartbeat echoing mine while his fingers trace random shapes on my side.
Burying my face against his chest, I melt when his lips press into my hair. I want time to freeze. I want to lie here forever in his embrace.
And, as his arm wraps around my waist, I just might.