Page 116 of Fourth Point Of Contact

There. That thoroughly killed any chance of her kissing me. Talking about parents was always a killer.

Her eyes lit up and she smiled brightly at me. “That’s right! I get to meet little Patti’s mother.” Her hand snaked across my lap and rubbed my cock. I jumped, wondering what the fuck was going on. Usually, talking about parents quenched any desire to do shit.

I laughed nervously, tugging her hand from my cock. “Right. My mother. The woman you’re here to dissuade from sticking around.”

“Oh, I can do that,” she laughed. “Mothers love me.”

She leaned in and smashed her lips to mine, effectively cutting off anything I was about to say. God, she tasted like alcohol and the best fucking time of my life. My hands slid around her, tugging her closer. Before I knew it, she was in my lap, rubbing her pussy against my cock. Fucking hell, this was not going how it was supposed to. But damn…she made me forget about everything else.

“I guess that’s a good enough talk for now,” Chase muttered.

I flipped him off and then slid my hand up the nape of Piper’s neck, getting lost in her taste. The talk could fucking wait.

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PIPER

I neededto strip off his clothes and ride his cock hard. Enough alcohol was still in my system to make this seem like a totally good idea. And why not? We were both adults.

“Piper,” Patrick said, tugging me from his amazing kisses. “My mother?—”

I latched onto him again, desperately seeking something I had been missing for way too long.

But he tugged me away again, grinning at me in that sexy way that drove me wild. “Baby, we need to talk.”

“Talking is overrated,” I said breathlessly, trying to get back to his lips, but he didn’t relent.

“We should get some food.”

I slumped back on his lap, unhappy with the direction this was going. “Food.”

“To sober you up.”

I didn’t get it. Two minutes ago, his hand was up my shirt, fondling my breast, and now he wanted food? “But?—”

“Tonight,” he promised, brushing his thumb along my jaw. “I fucking swear to you, it’ll happen tonight, but I cannot let you meet my mother for the first time after you’ve ridden my cock in the back of a car.”

“I would really appreciate that, too,” Chase said from up front.

I spun at the sound of his voice, completely forgetting he was there. “Chase! When did you get here?”

“Been here to the whole time,” he muttered.

I laughed at how intense he sounded. I patted him on the shoulder maybe a little too hard and threw myself back into Patrick’s arms, resting my head on his shoulder.

“Chase, drive around for a little bit.”

“Are we going on a drive?” I muttered, pressing kisses to his neck.

His hand slid up my back, but instead of turning sexual, he just rubbed it soothingly. I let out a contented sigh and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“That’s nice,” I murmured, letting my eyes slip closed.

“Yeah?”

“M-hmm.” The gentle rocking of the car paired with Patrick’s hand on my back sent me into a dreamless sleep that felt like floating on clouds.

When I woke, the car came to a stop and that peaceful feeling thrumming through me was now more of a dizzying feeling that made me want to puke. Groaning, I tore the boulder on my shoulders from his body and tried to hold my head upright.

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