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“ M y husband is going to be thrilled with the decisions we’ve made. And thank you, again, for meeting me here tonight. I know it was out of your way.”
My anxiety has been at an all-time high since I saw Anya walk in with Miles Lawson. I might have pushed her toward him, but I was hoping that she wouldn’t go. Because I’m a selfish bastard.
And I know I need to get out of here and do damage control. There’s no way she didn’t think I was on a date.
“I’m always happy to work around your schedule, Mrs. Day. I’m glad the court case worked out for your clients. I will get Mitchel on all of these items. In two months, you should be moving into your forever home.”
She claps and bounces in her chair as I signal the waiter to bring our check. My leg is bouncing as I give them my credit card and get the bill taken care of.
“Are you ready?” I ask as I sign the receipt. I look up and see Anya’s back as she heads out to the parking lot with Miles.
“Yes! I need to get home.”
I get up from the table, holding out my hand to help her to her feet. Mrs. Day starts moving through the tables as I trail after her. The sky is dark outside of the lights in the parking lot. Anya is pressed against a white car as we walk by.
“Have a great night,” I say, at the same time as I hear Miles ask if he can kiss Anastasia. It takes everything in me not to jump into the situation and tell him she’s mine.
“See you later,” Mrs. Day says before getting into her car and pulling out without any hesitation. Miles Lawson moves close to Anastasia.
“No, I’m sorry. I just don’t think this is going to work. I wish you all the best, though,” Anya says, and my heart soars as her eyes catch mine over Miles’s shoulder.
“Okay, sure thing. Do you still want me to take you home? Or I can pay for a ride share for you and wait until it’s here.”
“That’s okay, Miles. I’ve got her,” I say against my better judgment.
Miles spins on his heel and takes me in. I see the moment when he recognizes me from the bakery.
“If that’s not what Anya wants—” he starts until Anya cuts him off.
“It’s fine. He’s a friend. I don’t want to put you out. Thank you for a lovely dinner,” she says, putting her arms around him in an awkward hug, “and have a great night.”
“Sure. You too,” he says, and gets into his car. Anya turns to me.
“Where’s your date?” Anya asks, the hint of jealousy warming me like a fire in the middle of winter.
“That was a work meeting. She is a lawyer and had to move the location of our meeting due to a mediation that went long. She hadn’t eaten all day and wanted to grab dinner. She’s married.” I reach out and push back a piece of her hair, tucking it behind her ear. “You’re beautiful when you’re jealous.”
She scoffs and crosses her arms over her chest. “I’m not jealous. Maybe you’re projecting.”
I can feel my cheeks stretch at the smile that lie brings to my face. “I’ll go ahead and admit I was jealous. But I know I wasn’t the only one.”
Her eyes scan me and my work pants and tight button-down. Hunger, hot and crazed, enters her gaze, and I know we have about ten seconds before we are on each other. Grabbing her hand and leading her back to my truck, I thank every star in the sky I’m parked in the far back corner with bushes on two sides. I open the back door and shove her into the back seats, following behind her. The truck shakes as I slam the door, but I don’t care because she already has her breasts bared to me, her chest heaving. A flush creeps up from her chest and I can’t take it anymore. I have to taste it.
“We’re still just friends,” she tells me.
Her skin is soft against my tongue as her nails scratch against my scalp, sending chills down my spine and thickening my cock more than it already was. I’m straining against my pants, but I can’t take my mouth off her long enough to free myself.
“Got it,” I mumble against her neck.
Desperation I have never felt before lights my nerves on fire as her hand begins fumbling with my belt buckle. Grabbing a handful of my hair, she pulls me from her neck before pushing my hands down into the seat, telling me I can’t touch her. She pushes me until my back is pressed against the door behind me, the handle cutting into my back, but I don’t care.
She maneuvers one of my legs up onto the bench as she kneels on the floorboards between them.
The silence is getting to me. I want to hear her call my name as ecstasy relaxes her body into a puddle of orgasm beneath me, but I don’t want this to stop and I’m afraid it will. I need to hear her beg and plead with me as I keep her on edge. But having her in my arms is more important.
I push down my needs.
My wants.
My desires.
And I take everything she’ll give me.
My hips jerk as she palms my length, giving me strong, sure strokes. I watch her as she licks her lips, her eyes focused on my cock until, suddenly, she’s swallowing me to the back of her throat. My head kicks back, smacking into the glass, as my teeth grind against the moan. Fingers aching to sink into her hair to control her movements, I claw my nails into the seat, keeping myself contained. I thrust up into her mouth. She can barely take my girth, but she does without complaint and my heart swells. Her throat constricts as I bottom out, her nose against my abs. The sound of her gagging on my cock makes me wild.
With a growl, I tangle my fingers in her hair and fuck her soft, warm, wet mouth, tears begin falling from her eyes at my aggressive pace. Her tears simply make me more unhinged until her hand goes down between her legs.
She rucks her dress up around her hips and I hear the wetness as her fingers slide into her pussy.
I thought I was at full capacity for how much I could desire this woman between my legs, but watching her pleasure herself as I brutally take her mouth, deepens the feeling.
She hums around my cock as her hand begins working faster and I know I won’t survive unless I have her taste on my tongue right now.
Using my grip on her hair, I rip her off my aching member. It glistens with her saliva and the only way it’d look better is coated in the wetness between her lush thighs. I scoot down the bench seat, pulling her momentarily on top of me until I’m as stretched out as I can be. I grab her arms and pull her toward my face, needing her weight to crush me, but as she tries to seat herself, I realize it’s futile. The space is just not big enough.
And that won’t do. Not when she lets out the softest whine I’ve heard.
I gently push her back down my body while simultaneously wiggling my way out. Reaching behind me, I rip the door open. There’s no way the paint isn’t scratched from the bush, but I don’t care as her eyes go wide as I step from the truck .
I pull her down toward me, her body mine as I move it this way and that until she’s on her knees before me. Not quite the perfect height. That won’t stop me.
Resting my knees on the frame of the truck, I’m thankful for the darkness surrounding us as I spread her ass and plunge my tongue deep into her sweet, pulsing pussy. I know she wants to moan, I can feel it gathering in her body as surely as her orgasm gathers. I try to drag her moan out, but much like our time at Charlie’s wedding, she keeps her sounds trapped, almost like it keeps emotion out of it. I try to slow myself from devouring her too fast, but I can’t stop the pace until her juices sluice down my chin, orgasm racking her body.
I pull back from her, panting, and look at the beautiful mess I’ve made of the even more beautiful woman kneeling before me. My dick is still hanging from my pants and leaking come with my arousal.
Grabbing her hips, I flip her malleable body over, laying her onto her back. I take my cock in my hand and begin stroking myself, pushing toward my own climax.
With the other hand, I spread her legs further apart, dipping my fingers inside her, and with a heavy exhale, the only sound I allow myself, I paint her soaked pussy in my release.
Lights glow from the front of Charlie’s house. I hesitate to barge in on her evening, but when I open the door, I hear giggling from the backyard and decide maybe more than one opinion would be helpful in this situation. I make my way to the side of the house, letting myself in through the wrought-iron gate .
Lorelei and Charlie sit on the daybed that I fixed after Charlie and Alec broke it. A cell phone sits in a tripod, with Courtney and Molly, a former contestant from House of Deceit , on the screen.
“Well, look at this. What’s going on here?” I ask, startling the girls, but once they see it’s me, they squeal, climbing off the bed and launching themselves into my arms for hugs.
“Parker! I’ve missed you. What are you doing here?” Charlie asks, giving my cheek a peck.
“I wanted to talk to you about Anya, but I can call you tomorrow if you want.”
“No! Absolutely not. Come sit with us,” she says, grabbing my hand and pulling me over to the bed. Lorelei gets settled while Charlie pulls a chair over for me to sit on before readjusting the phone to include me.
“Hi, Parker!”
“Hey, Molly. How’s Danielle?” I ask, referencing her wrangler turned fiancée from House of Deceit . “We missed you at the wedding.”
“She’s amazing,” she says, her facial expression going goofy with love like it does every time Danielle is brought up. “We were so sad we couldn’t go, but that convention led to a big contract, so it all worked out in the end."
“Congrats!”
“How dare you not acknowledge me. I thought we bonded at the wedding,” Courtney says, fake pouting.
“How dare I acknowledge Molly first,” I say, rolling my eyes. In this moment, I’m glad I came over here. These ladies are some of my favorites and they always have a way of making me laugh. “How are you doing? ”
“I’m good. I just told Charlie we are moving out there! We sold this house and found one there. The moving trucks will be here in three days,” she says bouncing.
“I don’t think the state will be able to handle having you both here.”
“Har har,” Courtney says, flipping me the bird.
“Alright, so Anya. Go,” Charlie says, wiggling to get comfy.
“We had sex at your wedding,” I tell them, expecting looks of shock but receive none.
“Yes, she told us. What’s going on?”
I would be offended she was telling people about our time together, but worry grips me. What if she needed to talk to them because she regretted it?
“Do you all just talk about me when I’m not here?”
“Self-absorbed much?” Courtney asks, making Molly snort with laughter.
Okay, maybe this wasn’t the best idea ever.
“Lorelei could tell something was off with her on the car ride home from the airport and she told her everything, which prompted a girl’s night dinner where she filled in the rest of us.”
“Awesome. Are you all friends now?”
“Babe, you are mooning over her. Of course, we are going to befriend her,” Charlie says, patting my arm. I love my best friend and her thoughtfulness. “Don’t worry, she only had complimentary things to say about your sexual prowess.”
“Thank God for that.” I roll my eyes.
“So, what’s the problem?” Lorelei asks. “Because we love Anya and if you fuck this up, we might shun you.”
“We had sex again. ”
“That’s not really a problem so long as she was consenting,” Courtney says.
“It might have been in the parking lot of Harbor View Bistro. She went on a date with Miles Lawson and I might have been there on a business meeting.”
That gets me the shocked silence I was expecting earlier until they are all talking over each other.
“I like car sex, but not at a restaurant,” Courtney says.
“Guess the date didn’t go well, then,” Charlie snickers, covering her mouth as she giggles.
“I’ve never had car sex. I feel like I need to fix that immediately,” Lorelei pipes in.
“That’s hot,” Molly says, simply.
Lorelei raises her hand like she’s a student in class. I point to her. “I think my question is the most important one. How did you two end up together when she was on a date?”
I tell them everything and when I get to the part about offering to drive her home, Courtney cuts me off.
“And your offer to drive her home made her so horny she jumped you in the parking lot?” Courtney asks from the screen, reminding me she and Molly are there.
“I might have said something about her being jealous and she accused me right back and then she was checking me out. It devolved quickly from there.”
“Yeah, that’s definitely hot,” Molly says, fanning herself dramatically.
“What should I do? I know she is attracted to me. And it always seems like she likes me. ”
“This is turning out like an angsty teenage diary entry,” Courtney says, snickering.
“Diaries are for bad poetry you write while you cry on lonely nights when you think no one loves you,” Charlie says.
“Maybe yours were. You were so dramatic freshman year,” Courtney says as the other girls start to laugh as well.
“I was stupid and didn’t have a fully developed brain!”
“At least they were just in the diary,” Lorelei says, patting her arm in consolation.
“Oh, no! She had this boyfriend and she would give them to him!” Courtney cackles, falling out of frame.
“I hate you so much,” Charlie says.
“You brought it up!”
“What’s the likelihood you still have those diaries?” Molly asks.
Charlie huffs in exasperation. “Pretty high. I’ll find them for you. It can be our next girl’s night.”
They all descend into a fit of drunken giggles and I just watch them, smiling. Part of me wishing I had more of a normal high school experience.
One that didn’t end in marriage.
“Can we get back to the topic at hand?” I ask as they start to disintegrate into conversations about their various school age dating escapades.
“Oh, right. Sorry,” Charlie says, wiping tears from her eyes.
“You need to ask her on a date,” Charlie says, like it’s the simplest thing in the world.
“But she wants to be friends. ”
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but having sex in a parking lot is not just being friends. Especially considering the feelings you both obviously have for each other. Do you want to just be friends?”
I know I don’t, but it’s not something I’ve wanted to admit out loud, fearful to push her away.
“No. I want to be with her. We can take it slow, but I don’t want her to be with anyone else.”
Charlie scoots to the edge of the bed and grabs my hands. “Then tell her that. Be an adult. Communicate. You’ve been working with Sharon on this. Now do it.”
She’s right. Like she is most of the time, not that I’d ever tell her that.
“When should I ask her?”
They all look at each other and without a word, seem to come to an agreement. Lorelei nods at Charlie who turns back around.
“Tomorrow, for sure. Just seal the deal. There’s no way she’s not working herself up into knots as well, but you want to give her a second to digest what happened.”
Okay, I could do this. Now I just have to plan what I’m going to say to her.