Page 70 of Falling for You

“Rex. I’m not going toborrowyour car. That’s just crazy!”

“Why? It’s not doing me any good just sitting in my garage.”

He senses my hesitation and leans down. I meet him halfway, going up on my tip toes and puckering my lips. He plants one on me, tongue forcing its way inside with little resistance, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes my throat. He pulls back far too soon for my liking. “Borrow my car, Chloe. Let me do that for you, okay?”

“Okay.”

Chuckling, because he knows he’s won, he smacks me on the butt then tells me good bye and leaves me staring at him as he climbs into his pickup, backs out of my driveway, rolls down his window to give me a little wave, then drives the one block to get to his house.

I want to run through the street and meet him at his door and demand we finish where he left off.

I want to lie on his bed, his large body covering mine as we ravish each other. I can imagine my legs wrapping around his waist as he drives deep, moving me around, controlling our movements. We’ll follow it up immediately by slow sweet love that lasts all night.

Quickly locking the door, I rush to my bedroom, strip out of my clothes, climb into bed, and open the drawer in my nightstand. Reach for my favorite new toy that I purchased after the Tinder Mistake, and turn it on. The buzz it makes tingles my senses as I press it to my clit. The vibration and suction immediately causing me to cry out. It might have been a little on the expensive side when it comes to female toys, but it was so worth it.

I reach up, feeling the weight of my breast heavy in my hand. When I was young, I hated my breasts. I developed early and the boys in my school didn’t hide the fact that they were ogling them. But then I steadied, and the rest of my body grew into my chest. It might make me sound vain, but I know I’ve got good boobs. More than a handful but not spilling out of my shirts, and my nipples are incredibly sensitive.

I know if I tweak them just so… “Agghh!” I scream out, tweaking again and clamping my mouth together tightly. “Mmmm….” I moan, the combination of the sucking motion down below and light pinching above sends me over the edge so quickly. Rex’s name is on my lips as I shout through the orgasm. I come down from the high, sighing, feeling relaxed and sated.

How is it possible to feel such a strong connection to a man I’m still getting to know? So strong, in fact, that I already can’t imagine going a day without talking to him.

Is the lust I feel for him simply that strong?

Or is there something deeper building between us?

Whatever it is, I’m enjoying the heck out of it.

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“You like it?”

“Rex. You said it wasn’t anything special.”

“It isn’t,” he shrugs. “It’s just a car.”

“Want me to show you a picture of my baby bug before she got smashed?”

“Obviously.”

I pull my phone out and slide my finger along the screen until I come up with a picture I took on a whim one day. I’d just spent hours hand washing and vacuuming out the interior and was proud of the work I’d done. I sent the picture to Ari and she laughed at me for days, saying I was like a teenager, proud of their first car. She asked if I kissed it before bed at night, too.

I show him the picture of my mid-70’s powder blue Beetle that I cherished, even if it was an ugly rust-bucket. I truly did love it, even when it caused me problems with not starting. And, if I’m being honest, the interior smelled like cheese. It was practically being held together by rust. It wasn’t that great or reliable, but it was mine. It might have sputtered and lurched, and there was absolutely no way I could drive it out of town for fear of being stranded on the side of the road, but the memories within that metal contraption were worth driving a piece of crap around. Not to mention, I loved seeing people punch each other as I’d drive past. The oldSlug Bugpunch is a classic that will never die.

“And?”

“And? Rex! How can you not see the difference in what I was driving to this… this…”

“Car?”

“Yes!”

“Chloe, it’s not that much different than what you’re driving now through the rental company.”Actually, it’sverydifferent.“It’s reliable, safe, and you’d be doing me a favor by using it for a while because it doesn’t get driven like it should, but I’m too stubborn to sell it. I trust you, gorgeous. Drive it until you get a different car figured out, okay?”

“But,” I bite my lip and hesitate, not being able to stop looking between Rex and the beautiful, shiny black muscle car. It might have four doors, but it’s not a plain family car, by any means. In fact, it’s my dream car. The car that I’ve wanted to own since they came back into production after almost two decades. I’m not a car guru, by any means, but I know what I like. Tears spring to my eyes as I step closer to Rex.

“Hey, what’re these?” He swipes under my eyes with the pad of his thumb.

Sniffling, I barely can tell him, “You’re incredible.”

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