Page 11 of Riding the Sugar High

Oh my god, she won’t shut up, and the police cruiser must be at the top of the driveway because the lights look static now. We’re out of time.

Grabbing her hand, I drag her to the backyard as I start to undo my flannel top. By the time we reach my old outdoor wooden table, she’s looking at my naked chest with wide eyes. “Take off your dress.”

“What?”

“Your dress,” I insist. “We have less than a minute.”

“I’m not—” She crosses her arms, a scowl on her heart-shaped face. “Okay, look, I let you kiss me, but when I said I’ll doanything, I meant?—”

“Fucking take off your dress, or pee in front of a pants-wearing murderer in your new cell.” I pull my shirt off and drop it on the table behind her. “Put this on.”

We’re standing so close, every quick breath makes the tip of her tits brush against my stomach. Her eyes run down my body, her pupils dilating ever so slightly, as if deciding whether I’m worth having sex with to evade prison.

She winces, her body vibrating with indecision until she grabs my shirt from beside her. “Turn around.”

“You can’t be serio?—”

“Turn around!”

Oh, for the love of god.

I turn my back on her, listening to gravel crunching under the officers’ shoes. They’ll knock at the house first. Then they’ll check the pickup. So if Purity Princess can get sorted quickly enough, I’ll make a noise that will drive them out here before they think of flashing their lights through the car window.

“Okay,” she whispers. “I’m done.”

I’m mid-turn when I hear knocking from the other side of the house. They’re at the door, which means I need to make this happenright now.

But as I stare down at the pocket-sized Barbie wearing my shirt, the fabric brushing past her knees, I forget it all for a second. She looks exactly the way she should. Disheveled, dirty, out of breath. Wearing something of mine, in which she looks much better than I do.

“What now?” she mouths, and even though she makes no sound, I can almost hear her desperation, and it helps me snap back into focus. Grabbing both of her thighs, I pick her up and set her down on the table, her legs hanging over the edge as her ass lands on it. She lets out a little gasp, and once I smack my hand against the table, her mouth opens to form a small O. The noise that reverberates is so loud I’m expecting the cops to wander back here any second.

Fitting between her legs, I lean forward, my eyes on her, and her shaky breath fanning over my chin. She maintains a safe distance from me as I advance, until the top half of her body is lying down on the table, and she has nowhere to escape.

Shit, look at those innocent, big blue eyes.

She’s beautiful.

Dragging my gaze away from hers, I veer to the left and kiss her neck, hoisting her legs up until she takes the hint and wraps them around my ass.

My chest presses against hers, the cold night air doing nothing to cool the rising temperature of my body. I can’t even tell what it is—if it’s fear, uncomfortable intimacy, or such sudden arousal that I’m struggling to keep up with it.

I pepper kisses down her neck, then along my shirt collar, reminding myself to stop before my lips dip further down. But man, does she taste great. Smells great, feels great too, her wide hips squeezed in my hands.

When she sighs softly and goosebumps rise on the skin of her chest, I look up at her. Eyes closed, she’s arching into me so her pebbled nipples brush against my skin.

Is she...enjoying this?

Her hands run up my shoulders to lock around my neck, and I fit one arm under her, her soft body clinging to mine in all the right places.

Sheisenjoying it.

Maybe danger-infused sex with a stranger as the police watch isn’t the worst idea I could have.

Someone clears their throat, and I flinch. I lift a shoulder, though not enough to expose Primrose, and connect with a pair of green eyes I’d recognize anywhere. In a second, my arms retract and she slams back down on the table with a thump.

“Fuck,” I say as I look down at her. “Sorry. You okay?”

She glares, and with my heart beating wildly in my chest, I focus on Josie again.

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