Page 107 of Empty Net

Yet here I am, completely in love with her, our engagement party days away, my heart threatening to beat out of my chest every time she looks at me. All the while, to Lilah, this is still completely fake.

“Hey,” she says softly, tipping my chin up to her. “Are you okay?”

I nod. “Yeah. Sorry. Just got distracted trying to get these laces loose. Who tied these?”

“I did.” She looks so proud that I can’t help but smile. “What?”

“You’re cute, you know that?”

She looks surprised, then grins back, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “I know.”

Her confidence is so hot that I can’t help but kiss her. She’s so shocked by the sudden move that it takes her a moment to react, but then she kisses me back eagerly, her hands sliding into my hair as she pulls me closer. Before I know it, we’re hanging out the side of my truck, her legs wrapped around my waist, my cock pressing against my jeans, Lilah rocking her hips into me.

She pulls away, gulping in air. “Back seat,” she instructs through her pants.

“I thought you wanted food,” I say—stupidly, because itisstupid to try to stop this right now.

Apparently, she agrees, kissing my jaw. “I found something else I want more.”

Her words have me moving quickly. I tuck my arm under her ass and hold her up as I wrench open the back door, tucking us both inside. She sits in my lap, hands back in my hair as her lips find mine again.

“Why didn’t you say hiking makes you horny?”

I chuckle. “Because I’m pretty sure you’re the first person in the existence of the world to think that.”

“Whatever,” she mutters, kissing her way from my lips to my ear, nipping at my lobe, then moving back again. “Now take your pants off.”

My truck is big, but it’s not exactly two-people-in-the-back-seat-fucking big. Even so, I’m a determined man and somehowmanage to wrestle my jeans down just enough, Lilah now sitting in my naked lap.

“Now yours,” I tell her, hands already pulling at her puffy jacket, shoving it off her shoulders as she pushes up, working her leggings off.

There’s nothing skilled or sexy about it, but it somehow makes it even hotter. We groan as she sinks down onto my cock, my hands on her hips as she settles there, adjusting to me.

“I don’t think I’ll ever tire of that,” she says, moving her hips ever so slightly.

Don’t, I beg silently.Don’t tire of it. Don’t tire of me.

Instead, I say, “Me either, sugar.”

I lean forward, dragging my tongue over her neck as she gasps at the new angle.

“Arthur.” She moans my name into my ear. “You feel so good.”

“I could say the same thing about you.”

“Then do it.”

I laugh, but it turns into a groan as she squeezes me. “You feel so fucking good, Lilah. Love the way you take me.”

She nods, her eyes screwed shut, hands on the ceiling of the truck as I fuck up into her. Sweat slides down my back under the layers of clothes I’m still wearing, and the windows fog from our hot breaths. If someone else were to pull into this parking lot right now, they’d know exactly what we were doing, yet somehow, I don’t care. I don’t care because this beautiful woman is bouncing on my cock, and it feels so fucking good that I don’t think I could stop even if I wanted to, and Idefinitelydon’t want to.

“I’m so close,” she murmurs. “Help me, Fox. Get me there.”

“Anything,” I tell her, meaning it wholeheartedly, and I’m not just referring to getting her off. I meananything. I’d do it all for her. All she has to do is ask.

But in the meantime, I reach between us, pressing my thumb to her clit as she gets herself off on me. Apparently, it’s exactly what she needs.

“Yes! God, yes!” she cries out, her hands going from the truck ceiling to my shoulders as she quickens her pace.

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