Page 69 of Make You Mine

His big, warm palm slid up my thigh to rest high with his pinky nestled against the seam of my undies. I inhaled sharply as he ever so slightly moved it side to side, wondering if he’d get upset if I grabbed his hand and rubbed myself against it.

“Do it.” He chuckled. “I can hear you thinking about it from here. Take them off so I can feel you.”

With a shimmy, I did what he said, folded them neatly, then held them awkwardly in my lap above his hand, wondering where to put them.

Ren’s demeanor shifted as he turned the corner and maneuvered the car down a winding road, away from the town’s bustling streets and prying eyes. The trees grew denser, their branches creating a canopy overhead, filtering the sunlight into mottled shadows that danced across the windshield. He drove with a focused intensity, his eyes scanning the surroundings for the perfect spot.

Finally, he found it—a small, secluded clearing just off the road. The gravel on the ground crunched under the tires as he pulled in, the car coming to a smooth halt. He cut the engine and turned to me, a mischievous glint in his eyes, as the tension began to melt, replaced by a tangible anticipation.

“I’m going to make you come, then we’ll go, okay? Then all you’ll have to worry about when we get there is people wondering why you’re blushing.”

“Okay.” I breathed. “But what about you?”

“This isn’t about me.” He took my undies and stuffed them into his jacket pocket. “But if you’re worried about reciprocity, you can let me fuck you in that bathtub of yours when we get home tonight.”

“’kay…” If this was his plan, it was working. I couldn’t seem to catch a thought. Heat rushed through my body, pooling between my legs. All I could think about was getting his hands back on me.

“Close your eyes and relax.”

I did what he said, inhaling sharply as his hand slid between my legs again.

“You’re so soft. Are you ready for your distraction?”

“Yes,” I whispered, hiking up my dress. I was more than ready. In fact, I was willing to beg him for it because, for now, this was all I could think of.

He slipped a finger into me, then out to circle my clit but it’s awkward with the console between us. Panting, I spread my legs wider to give him better access. Trembling, I bent my knee, placing my foot on the seat so I could rock my hips with the rhythm of his hand.

With his other hand, he yanked me close by the back of my neck and kissed me hard, his tongue thrusting inside along with the tempo of his hand and my hips. In no time at all, I was coming. Exploding into pieces as he held me together, whispering how beautiful I looked, how wet I was, and how much he couldn’t wait to get inside me later tonight.

I broke away, pulling back to look at him. “You’re so hard. I can see it and I need it. Get out of the car. Now. We’ll be quick.”

One second later, he was out of the car and running around to open my door before I could even finish the thought. Then after another second, I was bent over the hood with his hand spread across my lower back, holding my dress up.

The sound of his zipper and the tear of the condom wrapper had me moaning, and then he was inside of me, hard. Holding my hips tight and pounding into me fast and wild. I spread my arms wide, arched my back with my palms down on the hood, and shoved myself back to take him even deeper as I tried not to moan too loud.

“You’re going to come again,” he growled, banding an arm around my waist to press his thumb against my clit.

“Yes, yes, yes…” I chanted in a whisper as he hauled me up for one last brutal thrust. He shivered against me as he bent us forward over the hood, covering me with his body and groaning in my ear.

“We’re still taking a bath tonight,” he whispered before lightly biting the lobe. “I haven’t had enough of you yet.”

I laughed lightly. “Anything you want.”

Breathless and still tingling, we straightened ourselves up and climbed back into the car. The engine roared to life, and as I settled into my seat, I glanced over to find him watching me with a satisfied grin. I found myself wishing I could feel like this every day for the rest of my life.

The short drive to the bakery was a blur of shared glances and stolen touches. He pulled into the lot across the street and reached over, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.

“Feel better?”

“Absolutely.” And I did.

For now.

Chapter21

Piper

We crossed the street to Something Sweet, and I could already tell Dana had nothing to do with the decorations. I’d already paid her for half of what she spent, and the sign and flower arrangements on the sidewalk had definitely cost more than I had given her.

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