Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Haven
My blanket does not make the bed of the pickup comfortable. I’m parked to the side of the lot, but it’s a gorgeous Saturday night, and several people have walked by. We get curious glances, but we’re fully clothed and not curled in each other’s laps.
Unfortunately.
Sitting next to her with our lemonade and a bag of Nerds Clusters that are more addictive than any alcohol I’ve drunk has been a torturous test of my restraint. I’ve wanted to put my arm around her. Bad idea. Her claim that tonight is a nondate runs through my head. Of course, we’re not dating.
But do we have to be dating for me to lean over and kiss those red lips?
So far, I’ve survived a movie in the bed of my truck and a brutal tasting. We weren’t in Foster House. I wasn’t working, but I walked her through sipping small amounts of different whiskeys. I’m still floating on the high of hearing her say she likes my rye better than the one she had tonight.
The credits roll for The Untouchables , and I shut the screen off.
“You watched that as a kid?” She looks at me with incredulous concern. “It was really good, but also—violent.”
“Way too young, but I think I closed my eyes a lot. Dad loved it, and he’d always make lemonade for movie nights.”
“Thanks for sharing it with me.” Her hand is tantalizingly close to mine. I could inch my fingers over and entwine them with hers.
Holding hands? Who am I?
This whole night is something new. Dinner. Drinks. But in a way that’s not the norm. Then a show where the backdrop of the screen is her bare legs stretched out next to mine. Her sandals by my boots.
She starts picking up the bottles and the empty candy bag. “It’s the world’s smallest drive-in, but we made it work.”
I hop over the side of the pickup and drop the tailgate so she can crawl out more easily.
I take the garbage from her and toss it in the trash can a few feet from where I’m parked.
By the time I turn around, her feet are hitting the ground.
She straightens out her clothing. When she looks up and catches my eyes, the faintest blush stains her cheeks.
Is she remembering that I saw that skirt flying over her ass?
I recall every detail. Especially the red, lacy underwear.
I open the passenger door for her again. When she swings in, I follow her with my hand hovering over her lower back. I don’t touch her. Did she notice?
She’s yawning when I hop in behind the wheel.
“Sorry.” She covers her mouth. “I didn’t sleep well last night.”
“Too used to staying up late working at Bootleg?” I take off in the direction of Huckleberry Springs. Tonight’s not even going to end in an orgasm, but I wish we could do this again. And again and again.
Pressure grows behind my zipper, and I shift in my seat. It might end with a solo session in the shower. Fuck, there’s only so much a guy can take. Her skirt is riding up her lush thighs, and her skin glowing under the streetlights is my tipping point.
“I was nervous for the showing.” She curls her arm along the edge of the window and rests her head on it. “Embarrassed that I had to go with my dad.”
“It’s smart to go to a showing with someone else. You never know who’s there.”
“But it wasn’t for safety. He was going to sign with me and put down the deposit. I just want to have my shit together, and today didn’t feel like I was making progress.” She lets out a delicate snort. “Not to mention it’s the only thing we’ve done together in years outside of Bootleg.”
“No kidding?”
“Yeah.” She yawns and snuggles against the door even more.
My side aches, like there’s an emptiness that she could fill.
She could cuddle against me instead. But I don’t have a bench seat, and that’s not what tonight is about.
“And in a weird twist, I’m the one who left him to hang out with a friend. ”
“Serves him right. I’ve been meaning to ask. How’d you get him to leave you with me anyway? ”
“I told him that a friend from Colorado was in town. He doesn’t know anyone I hang out with, so he didn’t question it.”
I chuckle. “Lying to your dad.”
“Getting that teenage experience now that I didn’t get back then.” She falls quiet. By the time I turn off the interstate, her breathing is even.
Goddamn, I’m smiling the whole way back, driving in the dark with a pretty girl asleep in my passenger seat.
She’s not mine.
But there’s something between us, something I’d like to explore more. Except she’s a girl who wants it all, and I can’t give her that.
I pull into the driveway of Silas’s small white house and kill my headlights. It’s dark, and neighbors are nosy enough. Silas must be at the bar.
Prescott inhales deeply and sits up, unbuckling her seat belt. “I can’t believe I slept all that way.”
“It wasn’t far.” I free my seat belt and lean my elbow on the console. “You didn’t snore very loud.”
She twists toward me, eyes wide and horrified. “Did I really snore?”
Her eyes are luminous in the dash lights. “No, Red,” I say softly, “you didn’t snore.”
Her gaze dips to my mouth. “You like to mess with me.”
“You have no idea.” My face is only inches away from hers.
“I should go.” Her words are barely a whisper.
We hold our positions for a few seconds, then she rips herself away.
“Good night, Haven. Thanks for the ride.” She slips out the door .
“Night,” I say after the door shuts.
She scurries around the hood to the front door. A sense that I missed something develops in the center of my chest. She digs in her purse for a key as she takes the few stairs to the door. Soon she’ll be gone from my sight. The emptiness inside me grows vast.
Dammit. I get out and swing the door shut. My long strides eat up the pavement toward her.
She looks up just as I jump to the top step. “Is everything?—”
I grip the sides of her face and plant my mouth on hers. Her lips are warm and soft. She grips my shirt and a little whimper leaves her.
I push her into the nook beside the door and deepen the kiss. I lick into her mouth, and she meets my tongue stroke for stroke. She’s so damn sweet, I could drink her in all night. But we’re outside.
I crowd her farther into the little corner and block out everything behind us, and I do it while devouring her.
A needy moan escapes her. I grind against her, hounded by a need of my own.
She’s air, and I’m suffocating. She’s sustenance, and I’m starving.
She’s understanding, and I’m so damn confused.
But not about this. Not now, and not with her.
Her curves press against me. Round tits and lush hips. I grab on to them, yanking her even closer, though it’s not possible.
I release her mouth, and she gulps in air while I lave kisses to her ear.
“Haven?” It’s a question and a demand.
I slide a hand up her torso. She shivers under my touch, like it’s been forever, or it’s overwhelming, and both appeal to me. Her nipple pokes against the fabric of her top, and I circle it with my palm. I’m rewarded with a whimper.
“Do you need more, Red?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
I use my other hand to grab her ass just as I wedge a knee between her legs. “Are you wet for me?”
She groans in answer and starts rocking her hips against me. Her skirt gets caught between us, hindering her movement.
I let go of her ass and scrunch up the hem of her skirt, tugging it free from the lock our bodies have on it. My fingers graze the velvety soft skin of her thighs.
“You’re so fucking soft.” I flatten my hand on her leg, and a shiver runs through her. I hitch her leg up to my hip and pin it between me and the wall. It’s like this nook was made for us. “Are you soft everywhere?”
“I…I don’t know…” The night swallows her words. Whatever we say is just between us. “Yes.”
“Do you touch yourself?” I brush my palm up her leg to her hip. If there’s a way to feel all of her at once, I want to know it. But I don’t want to leave this position. No interruptions.
“Yes.” She frees her fists from my shirt and braces herself on my shoulders. Heat seeps through the denim of my jeans. A siren’s call that makes the zipper of my pants dig into my dick.
“What do you think about when you do?” My fingertips touch her underwear. Delicate, uneven fabric slides under my touch.
“Lately?” she says breathlessly. “You.”
Lust hits me so hard my gut clenches. She thinks about me when she touches that wet pussy of hers? There’s nothing I could hear that sounds so good. “Goddamn, Red. Do you call out my name?”
A sliver of stiffness lines her body. “It’s not private enough.”
Good point, and I don’t want to dance any closer to the topic of her dad. He’d be a helluva interruption.
“Do you know what I think about when I jack off?” I whisper against the shell of her ear.
She turns her face into me. “No.”
“How bad do you want to know?” My breath tickles her hair.
“God, Haven.”
I smile. “That’s not enough. Do you want to know bad enough to tell me if this underwear is the same red pair you wore on the day we met?”
“It is.”
“Fuck, Prescott.” Need pounds through me. From my temples to my erection, I’m a live wire. My muscles are taut. I could drag my zipper down and plunge into her until I release, and the misery would be over. But I wouldn’t know.
How does her wet cunt feel?
How needy is her clit?
How can I get that underwear off her so I can strangle my cock with it?
I’ve got a handful of her breast. Her shirt material is in the way, and then there’s her bra, but later. I have now, and my other hand is right beside heaven.
I rim my fingers underneath the fabric of her panties. Someday, I’ll see those again too—up close, and I’ll take them off her.
Scalding heat meets me, and fuck yes, she’s soaked. The fabric, her skin. “This is for me?” I need to hear her say it.
“Yes.”
Staying underneath her underwear, I slide a finger through her pussy lips. “Fuck, I knew you’d be dripping.” I kiss along her jaw. Her chest is heaving against me, and my breath is sawing in and out of me. “I bet you taste so fucking sweet.”
I hit her clit and she moans. If my fingers were in her, she’d be clenched around me. I’ll enjoy the quiver moving through her for a bit longer before I find out.
I circle her tight bud and get another moan out of her. My patience is a razor wire. I change the angle of my hand and thrum her clit with my thumb and thrust two fingers inside her.
“Oh god, Haven.”
Her body grips me. If my dick was in her instead, I wouldn’t be able to move. I’d be locked in place and fucking loving it. “Ride it, Red. Now.”
She doesn’t argue. For once, we’re not dancing around attraction. This connection we have should be explored. I’m too drawn to her, and if she’s only here for a little while, why not live it up?
I push in and out of her. She rolls those full hips of hers, and my thigh between her legs props us both up. Energy builds within her. I can feel it vibrating through the walls of her pussy.
I brush my mouth against hers. “You’re ready to come, Red. Let yourself go.” Then I crush her lips with a punishing kiss that matches the frenzy I’m stroking her clit with.
She goes taut, and her mouth falls open. Her cry gets strangled in her throat, and I catch the rest. Heat floods my hand, and her nipple against my other palm is hard enough to carve wood.
She drenches my hand, and her breathing is ragged. She’s sucking and nibbling at my lips. Delicate tremors run through her.
I ease back, but I don’t withdraw my fingers quickly. I tip my forehead onto hers. She fits against me perfectly. I’m not towering over her, and I don’t feel like I’m going to crush her. “That was even better than I thought it’d be.”
“I can’t believe we did that.”
“Believe it. That orgasm was mine.”
She licks her lips, and my dick bangs against the clasp of my pants. Exquisite pain courses through my veins. As much as I want relief, any more will be too much. We haven’t skirted around each other for weeks just to dive into bed. Not on the stoop of her dad’s house.
“What about you?” Her gaze darts around, scanning the street behind me. “You didn’t…”
“Come in my pants? It was fucking close. There is something I want.” I tug her panties down. “Step out of these. They’re mine too.”
She does as I ask. “You want my underwear?”
“Yes.” I fist them in my hand and caress my knuckles down her cheek.
“Because when I go home tonight, I’m going to think about those needy moans, and I’m going to remember how hot and fucking tight you were, and I’m going to come.
These are going to catch my whole load. Then I’ll wash and return them.
You won’t know when, but I’ll give them back, and you’ll know I jacked off in them and thought of you the whole time. ”