Chapter 14 #3
And then the two of us are splayed together in the passenger seat, which has collapsed beneath us, both of us panting, our noses barely an inch apart, every inch of his solid body lined up against mine.
Belly to belly.
My breasts squished against his broad chest.
My thighs spread across his pelvis.
Our eyes locked.
It’s the locked eyes that are the worst.
Maybe.
The growing bulge against my pubic bone might be the very worst.
Okay, not the very worst. It’s definitely worse when the pig rams the car again, making the whole thing rock, which rocks my nipples against his chest while also rocking his erection against a spot soooo close to my clit, but not quite there.
And I want it to be there.
It’s raw, primal instinct. I haven’t had a date in months. Okay, over a year.
God help me, this is the closest thing to sex I’ve had in over a year.
And it’s with Theo .
The pig flings itself against the side of the car with an ungodly squeal. My leg slips and opens me up so that my clit is rubbing against Theo’s shaft while the car jolts around us.
Accident.
I swear.
Just trying to hang on. If it happens to take clamping my legs around his hips for purchase, then I guess that’s the price I have to pay.
Theo’s eyes bore into mine, his pupils getting larger and his lids getting lower. He licks his lips. Visibly swallows. “That thing’s pissed,” he says while the animal hits the convertible once more.
“Y-you would be t-too.” Oh, god, his cock feels good against my clit. Sinfully good.
It shouldn’t.
But it does.
And isn’t this fun? a little voice that sounds like a long-forgotten me whispers deep inside my head.
The car rocks. Theo’s erection shamelessly rubs my clit. I stifle a moan at the sheer pleasure flowing through my body and pretend I’m whimpering in terror.
What would life be like if I could just enjoy this? If I didn’t feel that sense of fear, that feeling that I’m disappointing my parents every time I want sex that won’t lead to babies?
What if I just let go?
What if I stripped naked and had sex with Theo right here, in the middle of a road, while a wild pig attacks our car?
“It needs to stop.” Theo’s voice is thick. He closes his eyes, the tendons in his neck straining. “It’s going to hurt itself.”
Is he saying I need to stop?
I don’t want to stop.
This feels good.
It feels reckless. Daring. Adventurous. Wrong, but in the best way.
I bite my lower lip as a particularly hard ram from the pig makes the car bounce harder. The motion sends a spiraling sensation of need deep within my vagina, and I want to let go.
I want to let myself come.
Right here.
“Do you think it’ll get tired soon?” My voice is thick. And it hitches on the last word as the sway of the car makes my clit rub particularly deliciously against Theo’s hard length.
“Don’t—know—stamina of a—pig.”
Oh, god.
He’s turned on too.
He is so turned on.
The pig hits the car.
Crap. Crap . Crap fuck no no no no— yes .
That last jostle is pushing me over the edge and I’m coming.
I’m coming .
I’m having a freaking orgasm on top of Theo and his breathing is labored and I think he’s coming too.
I do.
I think I have just rubbed one out for him through our clothes by riding the waves of a wild pig shaking this wrecked convertible.
You wanted to live, Laney , that voice of temptation and sin whispers deep inside me while little earthquakes rock my core.
Yes.
Yes, I want to live.
But this is not how I saw living going when I got up this morning.
Theo stifles another noise deep in his throat as I realize the car is no longer moving beneath us.
The pig is gone.
The freaking pig prompted both of us to come, and now it’s freaking gone.
Neither of us says anything for a long, loooong time.
We just lie there, me splayed across Theo, him catching his breath beneath me, in a wrecked car in the middle of a road to nowhere, eventually working up the nerve to stare at each other.
And when I look at Theo, it’s like I’m seeing someone completely different.
Like we have no history. No animosity. No complications.
In this moment, we’re simply two people supporting each other through an unexpectedly erotic experience brought on by a wild animal in paradise.
“Are you okay?” he finally says.
“Yeah. You?” I pant.
“Why did you think I’d be mad at you?”
It takes a hot minute for me to understand the question, and when I realize he’s talking about me freaking out over not warning him fast enough about the pig, I flinch and realize I need to move.
I need to get off him.
We’re in the middle of the road with the light fading rapidly. We could get hit by a passing car. Or a wild goat could decide it wants to crash the party too, and goats can jump.
But Theo grips me by the waist and holds me tight when I start to squirm off. “It is not your fault I hit a pig. I know you were trying to warn me the best way you could.”
If you’d told me two days ago that Theo Monroe would hit a tender spot inside of me that needed to be told this mistake is not your fault , I would’ve laughed until I choked and then choked until I passed out from a lack of oxygen.
Yet here we are, with him soothing a wound I didn’t even know I had.
“Stop talking,” I whisper.
“We’re not so different, are we? Both of us living in the direction of the world’s expectations of us.”
My whole world stops spinning. Gravity ceases to work, and my entire existence floats out of my body, spiraling and spinning out of control to compensate for the fact that the world as I thought it was is not the world that actually is.
Theo’s trapped.
He’s trapped by low expectations just as much as I’m trapped by high expectations.
He’s right.
We’re basically the same.
And that changes everything .
I will never— ever —see him as a simple troublemaker again.