Page 42 of Homesick

Within seconds, fireworks begin to light up the sky and a spark begins to flicker to life.

CHAPTER 15

“I’m tired of convincing myself this is a bad idea.”

Before Blake can respond, I throw my arms around his neck and crash my lips into his. This time, I don’t hesitate. I just go for it.

Blake pushes me against a random car and his mouth hungrily devours mine

He was holding back the other night in the hay loft.

For every inch I offer, he takes, and for a moment, I pull away to see the fireworks starting in the distance, but Blake pulls me back in.

His hands make up for lost time and get reacquainted with every surface they can.

I let out a small squeak when he forcefully grabs my butt, but soon it turns into a satisfied moan.

As the fireworks go off in the distance, so do the fireworks inside my mind. My entire body is on fire as I push myself up against Blake, desperate to deepen the kiss. I quickly block out all our surroundings and I couldn’t care less if someone sees us going at it like a couple of teenagers.

Before long, I feel Blake’s fingertips dance at the waist of my jeans and my heart almost beats out of my chest. I buck my hips forward, encouraging him to go just a little further. I feel my core pulse at the thought of release.

When Blake’s lips leave mine, I can feel the frown stain my face from lack of contact.

He gently whispers in my ear, “do you want me to touch you?”

Blake continues to pepper kisses down the side of my throat while he waits for my answer. Without even thinking, I desperately whisper, “yes,” while trying to contain my needy scream.

Like magic, Blake unbuttons my jeans and lightly traces his fingertips along the waistline of my lace panties.

“What do you say, Wren?”

Without even thinking, I automatically know what he wants to hear. “Please,” I let out in a breathy tone.

I inhale sharply when his finger finally slips past the final barrier and go straight where I need him to go. “Fuck, you’re wet.”

I groan at his filthy words and connect my mouth with his. He slowly brings his middle finger lower, exploring every inch of my folds. Blake uses one finger to gather the wetness that has slowly been building since I saw him push Adam up against that wall.

I throw my head back when his fingertips graze my clit. Blake uses his mouth on my neck, while effortlessly finding my sweet spot. The connection is almost too much, but it feels amazing once he gets a steady rhythm.

I fight the need to cry out, knowing we’re in a very public space. “Do you want me to make you cum, Wren?”

I bring my eyes to him and respond, “more than anything.” After those three words, he connects my mouth with his and I let myself fall apart in his arms.

* * *

“Are you even listening to me?”

My eyes trail back to Emma as she tries to regain my attention. After last night, I’m a complete mess. The second I try to concentrate on something, my mind wanders to the feeling of being pressed up against that car. I’m waiting for a wave of regret to hit me like a cold splash of water, but it never does. The only feeling of regret I do have is not giving in sooner.

“Earth to Wren! I’m trying to tell you about this bitch in my mommy and me group. But now that I say it out loud, it’s kind of lame.”

“Oh God, sorry Em. I didn’t realize I was zoning out again. I completely agree that she shouldn’t expect you to go to every play date.”

“Yeah yeah, you’re just as bored with my life as I am. I totally get it,” Emma mutters before taking a sip of her drink. “Just tell me about your night already.”

A deep-set blush begins to spread across my cheeks. I try to conceal it by taking a long sip of water, but Emma can see right past me.

“Oh, you slut! You got laid last night, didn’t you!”

---