Page 123 of A Pizza My Heart

“You’re the most annoying boyfriend I’ve ever had.”

“But you love me anyway.”

She huffs. “Whatever.”

I toss her into the truck on the driver’s side, scooting in right after and locking the doors before she can make an escape.

Pouting, she crosses her arms and glares at me. “You can’t kidnap me, you know.”

“I know, especially because you’re a willing victim.”

“Ugh!”

Grinning, I fire up my old beat-up truck and head out toward Drew’s apartment.

Today is her first day home from the hospital. She refused to let anyone see her while she was in there, not even Wren, making us wait days to meet the baby we’ve all fallen in love with over the last nine months.

We ride in simmering silence.

She’s annoyed, and I’m slightly turned on by it.

We’re only about four miles from Drew’s when she decides to speak to me again.

“Hey, Foster?”

“Yes, Birdie?”

“I’m not wearing any underwear.”

My cock hardens and my bare foot slips off the gas pedal, the truck stuttering from the loss of pressure.

I adjust myself the best I can, clearing my throat. “Th-That’s, uh, that’s cool.”

Her hand lands on my thigh, squeezing. “Aren’t you going to check to see if I’m telling the truth?”

Hell fucking yes I am!

I pull to the side of the road, tires screeching against the pavement, rocks and dust blowing around us. I jerk my seatbelt off faster than I ever have before then reach for hers. When we’re both free from all restraints, I crowd her against the door.

My lips smash into hers, tongues tangling together like we haven’t kissed for years when it’s actually only been hours.

She moans into my mouth. Thank god my truck is old and there’s no center console to ruin this moment as she stretches her legs around me, straddling me, my cock resting nicely against all her warm parts.

We are definitely going to be late now.

“Someone’s loving this.”

I roll my hips into her. “Somethingis loving this too.”

“Don’t bring your sad, old dick into this, Foster.”

I laugh, squeezing her hips as she rocks against me and we shift positions. I capture her mouth again, pushing her skirt—Wren’s new favorite style of clothing—up around her hips. My fingers graze over the edges of her panties and I—

I wrench my mouth from hers. “You are too wearing underwear, you liar!”

She grins at me. “I am.”

I furrow my brows, trying to push myself up, but she doesn’t let me get far, shoving me back down. “Why are you being a tease, Birdie? What are you up to?”

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