Page 62 of Good Girls Don't Kiss and Tell

“Five minutes? That was way longer than five minutes!”

She acted bored. “Fine, six minutes.”

He growled at her and slid his hands down her thighs, then lifted her up against his body. An owl hooted in the distance, and he carried her to the passenger side of the car as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She ran her hands over his shoulders and rubbed them into his muscles as he pressed her into the car. He held her with one arm and wrapped the other in her hair, bringing her mouth down to his. He rubbed his already hardening cock against the juncture of her thighs, and when she hungrily kissed him back, he almost ripped her pants off and fucked her again.

But he noticed the almost crisp texture of her wet hair and realized it was so cold, her hair was freezing. The last thing he wanted was her getting sick.

Their kiss broke, leaving them both panting heavily in the night. She leaned her head on his shoulder, her mouth right next to his ear. “Okay, we’ll say seven.”

He laughed roughly, shaking his head. “Let’s get the hell out of here before the cops show up.”

Eric let her slide down his body, almost groaning at the sensation, and helped her inside. He got in and turned the heat up, waiting for the car to warm.

“As nice as latent teenage rebellion is, I am ready to curl up in a nice, comfy bed.”

“Good thing you’re staying at my place, then,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. “It’s less froufrou than yours, and it’s bigger.”

She pinched his arm. “Froufrou? It’s whimsical, and my bed is very comfortable.”

“I’m sure it is, but it’s still girly and tiny.”

“I love my room.”

“Yeah, but you can’t have a real man stay over. My feet hang off the end of it by a foot!” She leaned over and slid her hand down his body. “If your legs were bent spooning me, you wouldn’t have had that issue.”

Eric shook his head. “All I can say is I am so glad your parents are in town. I want you so bad, but if I had to origami myself into that doll bed again, I might never stretch back out.”

Gracie laughed, moving back to her side of the car. “Such a drama queen. Who says I’m up for anymore sexcapades tonight, anyway?”

He pretended to pout. “You don’t want to play with me anymore?”

“I guess I could be convinced.”

Eric backed the car down the road and was just about to pull out when Gracie laughed.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“I was just thinking Miss Know-It-All would have had a field day with this.”

Eric heard the edge of bitterness in her voice and reached for her hand. “I meant what I said, Gracie Lou. No one needs to know our business but us.”

“Which is probably why we shouldn’t trespass and skinny dip, huh?”

Her lighter tone made him relax. He knew that the column would be a sore spot with her for a while, but was hoping with time, she could move past it and realize it wasn’t about hurting her. It was his voice, his release, and he wouldn’t have changed where it had brought him.

Sitting next to Gracie Lou McAllister in his car, reaching across to close the distance between them and kissing her in the moonlight.

Chapter Twenty-One

“Blessings and miracles occur all the time. Some just take longer than others.” - Miss Know-It-All’s Gossip Column.

On Friday, Gracie got off work and climbed into her car, barely able to keep her eyes open. When they’d gotten back to Eric’s house after their adventure, she should have been prepared for being dumped over his shoulder and carried back into his bedroom like he was a Viking warrior and she was his bounty. However, he’d more than made up for it with a long, hot shower, twenty-two minutes of toe-curling foreplay that he’d actually timed, and the best seven minutes of her life afterward. She didn’t even regret the lack of sleep, it had been that good.

She set her third cup of coffee in her cup holder as her cell started ringing. She figured it was her mom wondering when she was going to get there, but when she checked out the screen, it was a number she didn’t recognize. She slid her thumb over the green phone icon and held it to her ear.

“Hello, this is Gracie.”

“Hello?” a high, raspy voice said.

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