Chapter Fourteen
Caymen
It was a bit of a haul to the closest store, but I didn’t mind—not with the company in the passenger seat, humming along with the radio.
Besides, it’d been a while since I got to drive a car.
The air conditioning was a relief. The one at the cabin was doing the best it could, but I made a mental note to pick up a box fan to blow on the bed when we got there.
Sweaty sex was fine. Not being able to cool down afterward? Not so fun.
I reached over, grabbing her thigh through the barely-there material of her dress.
She glanced over, looking at me from under her lashes, her eyes immediately going heated.
And, well, what kind of man lets a woman get all worked up without… lending a hand?
“Caymen!” she gasped as I started scrunching up her skirt.
“You gonna try to tell me that I’m not gonna find you wet for me?” I asked, glancing over at her.
“That’s… not the point.”
“It’s my point,” I said, slipping a hand between her thighs.
Her head fell back on the rest as a sharp gasp escaped her when my finger traced up her (as suspected) wet pussy.
My thumb went to her clit as two fingers thrust inside her. And I knew, as her walls tightened around them, that all her objections were going to fall away.
Her hand grabbed my wrist, holding my hand between her legs as I started to circle with my thumb and fuck her with my fingers.
Her breath went fast and shallow. Her hips rocked restlessly. Her little whimpers turned into moans.
My only regret was that I had to keep my damn eyes on the road as she got closer and closer.
“Caymen…” she whimpered, her thighs starting to shake from tensing so hard.
I paused at the stop sign so I could turn and watch her as the orgasm slammed through her, making her cry out and crush my wrist in her hand.
Fucking gorgeous.
She panted for breath afterward, her eyes still squeezed closed, trying to hang onto the sensations for another minute.
But as soon as they opened and looked over at me, I slid my fingers away and slipped them into my mouth, loving the way her eyes went foggy with need, even after getting to come.
I knew Huck and Zayn were worried about the shipment. But some selfish part of me was happy to stay stuck in the damn safe house for a few days alone with Noa.
The rest of the drive was quiet but comfortable.
The store, however, was packed and too bright.
“I can push the cart myself,” Noa insisted when I wrapped an arm around her to grab the bar at her other side.
“Mmhmm.”
The look she shot me when she thought I wasn’t looking told me that she was into it, even if she didn’t want to admit it.
I’d never been with one of those hyper-independent types.
But I figured when you were always used to doing everything for yourself, it was cathartic to have someone else not take over, but to see a struggle and help out.
And, yes, especially in the case of a badass like Noa, to show protectiveness because they were probably used to everyone assuming they didn’t want it just because they were capable of taking care of themselves.
Besides, walking behind her like that allowed me to lean down anytime I wanted to press a kiss to her temple, to her head, to her neck.
Each time, she fucking melted.
So no matter how confusing I found the desire to do it, I went ahead and kept doing it.
“No,” I said when she held up a pair of men’s shorts in a tan and gray plaid pattern.
“Why not?”
“I can hear Dixon ribbing me all the way from Miami.”
“Dixon’s not here .”
“Still a no.”
“Fine. But you have to get a pack of these,” she demanded, snatching a bag of wifebeaters off the shelf.
“Seriously?”
“Listen, if we’re going to be stuck together, you’re going to play into one of my kinks.”
“And that kink is a beer-bellied alcoholic standing in his yard scratching his balls?”
A chirp of laughter escaped her at that.
“Clearly, we have had different experiences with these things.”
“What’s your experience?”
“When I was, I dunno, fifteen or sixteen… somewhere around there. Full of hormones. We rented a house in the burbs for the summer. And the neighbor’s son was maybe twenty-one or two.
He was obsessed with his car. And he was out there every single day in one of these tanks.
All sweaty and greasy. It was a whole thing.
And your arms are better than his, so I want the picture. ”
“Alright,” I agreed, tossing the bag into the cart along with a few outfits I’d already thrown in. I moved up next to her, leaned down, and bit her shoulder. “But you have to play into one of my kinks then too.”
Her eyes flashed when I lifted my head.
“What is it?”
“You’ll find out.”
“Does it involve the handcuffs?”
“No. But now that’s gotta go in the rotation too.”
“I can be down with that. With one caveat.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“I get to tie you up too.”
“Babe, any way you want to have me, I’m down. Where are you going?” I asked when she whipped the cart around.
“I think we’re gonna need electrolytes,” she said, shooting me a wicked little smile.
Fuck, this woman.
Everything about her was a kick to the gut.
I felt constantly winded.
And it made no sense, but it was strangely comforting.
We swung by to snag the electrolytes, then Noa decided we had to circle around and check out the snacks. Apparently, the five different kinds of sweets she’d already bought at the grocery store weren’t going to cut it. Which, of course, reminded her that I didn’t have a toothbrush.
By the time we were walking out, the cart was full, and we’d somehow managed to walk up and down damn near every aisle in the store.
I hated shopping as a rule.
With her, though?
I dunno. It was different.
“What?” she asked when we were in the car again, pulling out of our spot, and she plopped a fucking lollipop in her mouth.
“You know what.” I said. Then a deep rumble moved out of me when, gaze locked on me, she slowly slipped it out then back in her mouth.
The look she shot me said she did, in fact, know. But was enjoying the fuck out of my reaction as I turned off onto the main drag.
And she just sat there… sucking.
I drove.
Getting harder and harder by the moment.
It wasn’t until I turned off onto the farm road that would, in another twenty minutes or so, lead us to the safe house, that she stuck the lollipop back into its wrapper and shoved it in the door pocket.
Then she was undoing her belt, going up on her knees on the seat, then watching me as she started to lower down over my lap.
I eased off the gas as she palmed my cock through my pants, rubbing until the friction had me soaking through the fucking material.
Only then did she work my button free and slide down my zipper.
There was just a second when I felt her warm breath on my bare skin.
Then she was sucking me into her mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned, my lungs in a vice grip, my balls aching they were so full.
She moaned around me, the vibration making me jerk up into her mouth, making her gag as the head hit the back of her throat. But she only worked me harder, faster.
She sucked and twisted, her hand gently squeezing.
“If you don’t stop, I’m gonna come down your throat,” I warned her.
But that only made her moan again as she worked me faster still.
I damn near saw white as I came, making me press the brake as she kept sucking, kept swallowing my release down.
I was fucking shaking by the time my cock slipped out of her mouth and she rested her cheek on my thigh, sucking in a few greedy breaths.
Tears clung to her lashes from choking. Her lips were swollen. Her eyes dreamy.
And fuck if she’d never been more gorgeous.
My hand went down, sifting through her soft hair for a minute before she finally lifted up and moved back to her seat.
I tucked myself away and started driving again, my whole body buzzing.
But it wasn’t that sensation that had my mind reeling.
No.
It was that cracked-open feeling in my chest. And the way I could swear I felt her sliding in, filling it back up again.
I didn’t understand it.
Maybe I didn’t even want to.
I just let it be.
Reaching over, I slid my fingers between hers. And held on.