Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
WYATT
What am I doing, taking this girl’s car keys and heading toward her rental like I have a plan? I have zero plans. I don’t even quite understand how I ended up alone with Rachel in the first place, when I should be in an Uber right now, heading home with my brother.
Instead, Nate took off with Paige—I doubt anything will happen between them because nothing ever does—and I’m alone with a woman I’m physically attracted to.
I could deny my feelings all I want, but she’s beautiful. Flirty and fun and doesn’t seem to take life too seriously, and that’s fine for a night. She’s here temporarily, which means she’s my kind of woman, and if she’s looking for a hookup, I’m game.
I hit the unlock button on the key fob, and the car makes a beeping noise, indicating the doors are unlocked. I go straight to the back of the car, throwing open the door and holding out my hand toward Rachel. “Your carriage awaits, madam.”
She comes to a stop directly in front of me, a wary look in her eyes. “You’re going through with this?”
I frown. “You doubt me?”
“Sort of.” She smiles, serene as can be, while her words are like stabs in my gut. Why am I taking this so personally? “You don’t seem like the type to hook up with random women in the back seat of their rental car.”
Her words go from wounds to a dare. “Watch me.”
I stalk toward her, crowding her so she has no choice but to walk backward, her butt hitting the side of the car. She tilts her head back, her wide eyes drinking me in, and my gaze drops to the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, her pulse pounding like crazy.
A sign she’s into this. Into me.
Going with it, I cup the side of her face, tilting her head back as I dip mine.
Aligning our mouths perfectly. Her lips are parted, her tongue darting out, just the tip, to dab at the center of her bottom lip, and I touch the spot she just licked with my thumb, pressing into the soft plumpness. “You’ve got a sexy mouth.”
Her breathing accelerates, her eyes dilating, and I press my thumb down harder, her lips parting, wrapping around my thumb, and giving it a subtle suck. My dick goes hard at the unspoken invitation, and I pull my thumb out of her mouth, my lips finding hers in a hungry kiss.
There’s no tentative exploration or hesitation.
Lips part, tongues touch, soft moans fill the air.
I rest one hand on her hip to keep her in place and thrust my fingers in her hair with the other one, tugging on the silky strands and making her whimper.
She’s got her hands on my chest, fingers sliding down, down until she finds the hem of my shirt and tunnels her hands under the fabric, her fingers streaking across my bare skin.
Electricity crackles between us, her hot fingers on my hotter skin making my dick harden, straining against the front of my jeans.
I thrust against her, nice and slow, letting her feel what she’s doing to me, and she breaks the kiss first, her breaths coming fast, her tits rising and falling, brushing against my chest.
We’re standing so close together I don’t think anyone could wedge a piece of paper between us.
Our lower bodies pulse and throb, and I swear I can feel the heat of her pussy through the thin fabric of her dress.
See her hardened nipples poking against the bodice.
Threading my fingers deeper into her hair, I cup the back of her head and devour her mouth again, rubbing against her shamelessly, desperate to work her up into a frenzy.
The air around us sparks and heats, making me sweat, making me lose all rational thought, and I reach for her.
Gather up the fabric of her dress, my hand about to go straight for her panties, when I hear a loud clang ring across the parking lot.
Ripping my lips from hers, I glance over my shoulder and spot Becky and the rest of the employees at the bar exiting the building from the back door, walking across the parking lot. Drawing closer to us.
Fuck. That.
“Get inside,” I tell Rachel, twisting her body around and practically shoving her into the back seat.
She goes willingly, and I follow after her, carefully shutting the car door so it isn’t too loud and doesn’t catch anyone’s attention.
We’re both ducked low in the back seat of the car, my head cocked toward the window, trying to listen.
I hear the slam of a car door and the start of an engine.
Then another one. Until I’m pretty sure all the cars have left the lot and we’re alone.
My back is against the passenger door, my head just under the window and my body sprawled out.
Rachel is crammed into the opposite corner, her dress hiked up practically to her hips, those long legs of hers on display.
I reach for one, circling my fingers around her ankle and shifting her legs apart, looking my fill at the spot between her legs. She’s not wearing any panties.
Pretty sure she just became my dream girl.
I lift my gaze to hers, and she’s watching me, her chest rising and falling, her mouth hanging open slightly, lips swollen from our kisses.
Her hair is mussed up around her head, pressed against the door like she is, and I sit up some, sliding my fingers up, past her knee, along the inside of her thigh.
She sucks in a sharp breath, arching her back, her head going back and her eyes falling closed when I make contact with her wet flesh.
Oh fuck, she’s hot. I stroke her, my fingers sliding, searching.
She spreads her thighs a little, giving me better access, and I shift closer to her, my busy fingers between her legs as my mouth finds hers.
Kissing her, my tongue thrusting. Tasting. Savoring.
When I press my thumb against her clit, she sighs into my mouth. “You found it.”
Pulling away slightly, I chuckle. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Her eyes fly open, and she gently smacks my cheeks with the palms of her hands, holding my face so she can stare intently into my eyes. “Not many men seem to know where that’s at.” I frown. “My clit,” she clarifies.
It’s hot, hearing her say the word out loud. “Say that again.”
“My clit?” I nod my encouragement, and a naughty smile curls her lips. She seems game for anything, and that’s even hotter. “I like it when you touch my clit.”
“Want me to do it some more?” I rub little circles around it, her breath catching in her throat.
“Let me—move.” She pushes my hand away, and I lean back, letting her readjust herself.
Next thing I know, she’s on my lap, straddling me, pressing her wet pussy right on top of my straining dick, her arms going around my shoulders, her hands sliding up into my hair at the back of my neck.
She rises above me, a sly smile on her face, and she slowly shakes her head.
“When I caught my house on fire this morning, I certainly didn’t envision this. ”
I rest my hands lightly on her waist, liking how she fits.
Even though it’s awkward, in the back seat of this car.
I’m a big guy, and my body is starting to cramp up, but I’m not going to protest. Or move her.
Or suggest we take this somewhere else. The spell could be broken, just like that, and I don’t want to fumble this opportunity.
The growing need for her is an incessant pounding in my blood, and I blame it on the fact that I haven’t been with anyone in a long-ass time.
Doesn’t hurt that this woman is intoxicating. Despite my earlier annoyance with her, it’s like none of that matters anymore. Clearly, I’m thinking with my dick and not my head.
“I didn’t envision this either.” Leaning in, I press my face against her throat, breathing in her sweetly floral scent.
I slip my hand up, cupping one breast, my mouth and tongue working the sensitive skin of her neck.
Her throat. Licking and nibbling while I rub her distended nipple with my thumb.
Back and forth. Making it harder. Making her gasp. Making her giggle.
I pause, my lips still on her neck, and the giggling stops.
“Your mustache tickles,” she admits with a whisper.
Smiling, I continue kissing her neck and toying with her hard nipple, brushing my thumb back and forth.
She’s rocking that sweet little pussy against my dick, using me to get off, and I tug at the front of her dress.
Hear it tear when I pull on it harder, exposing one perfect round tit.
Her nipple is the prettiest shade of rose, and I pull it into my mouth, sucking hard.
“Oh God.” She clutches me tighter, her fingers pulling my hair, her hips working against my pelvis.
My cock. She’s riding me, dry humping me like we’re back in high school and this is our only chance to fuck around, and I suck her nipple deeper, swirling my tongue around it.
Cupping her other breast, squeezing and kneading, trying to give her all the stimulation she needs to go over the edge. “Ohmygod, ohmygod.”
Her thighs press in on me, her entire body seeming to squeeze, and when I feel the shudders racking through her, I know she’s coming.
Releasing her nipple, I shift upward, my mouth finding hers, kissing the shit out of her while she continues to ride my dick, a keening cry falling from her lips just before she slumps against me.
The scent of her fills the close confines of the car.
Once her breathing calms down, I kiss her, drinking deep, my tongue sweeping, searching, my dick hard as a rock, needing relief.
Desperate for it. I pull at the skirt of her dress, lifting it up, my hands going right to her outer thighs, and I grip her ass—damn, those cheeks are perfect round globes—yanking her even closer into me.
Eventually, Rachel pulls away, a ragged, beautiful mess. Her dress is shoved down thanks to my busy hands, exposing her beautiful breasts. “I-I can’t believe I came like that.”
“You mean by dry humping me?” I’m grinning, which isn’t normal for me.
When I’ve done this sort of thing before with women I don’t know, it’s pretty cut and dry.
It starts with a little flirting. Getting her alone.
Hooking up. Could be full-blown sex, could be a blow job.
Could even be a hand job. Whatever, I’m not particular.
I’m just looking to get off, not make conversation and laugh with her.
“So embarrassing.” She dips her head, her forehead resting on my shoulder, and I reach for her, slipping my fingers beneath her chin and tipping her face up so I can stare into her eyes.
“I thought it was hot.” I kiss her, getting lost in the sweet taste of her lips, the sensation of her tongue sliding against mine. Sparks seem to ignite all over my skin, everywhere her hands go, and I revel in it. Hoping she touches me more.
“I guess it’s been a while,” she murmurs against my lips.
“It wasn’t because of me?” I’m kidding, but she did use me like I’m her own personal sex toy.
“I think—” She sounds amused, nipping at my lower lip and tugging on it with her teeth. “It’s definitely because of you.”
Pride floods me, making me feel some sort of way that’s unfamiliar, but I’m not opposed to it. I bask in the moment, readjusting where she sits on my lap and letting her feel my erection. “This is what you do to me.”
She reaches downward, her fingers brushing against the front of my jeans and making me hiss in a breath. “You need help with that?”
I nod. Brush her hair out of her face so I can see her pretty eyes. “Lots of help. Only from you, though.”
She laughs. “Oh, don’t worry. I wasn’t going to call in anyone else for assistance.”
I smile. So does she.
Just before we lunge toward each other.