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“And you also really like the idea of being out in public, partially exposed, right here where anyone could possibly walk by.”
“That too,” she confessed with a shaky breath. She tried to rise up on her tip toes, lowering herself quickly to gain more leverage against his hand. She wanted so much more, and she wanted it now. But Rhett stayed steady, giving her just an inch, circling her entrance with the same two fingers. He knew exactly what he was doing.
“My fiancée, the exhibitionist,” he whispered as he slowly scissored his fingers inside her.
“Rhett, please.” She was so wound up, so ready for him to tip her over the edge and send her spiraling. They had been finding their pleasure in each other for years, and yet every interaction was still an unexpected and delicious ride. She’d never tire of being loved by this man.
“What do you want, V?” he asked again.
“I want you,” she begged.
“Then take me. Line me up and put me inside you, beautiful.”
His words alone were almost her undoing. She frantically worked to turn down the zippered edge of his pants and free his dick from his boxer briefs. Rhett bent his knees slightly, granting her better access and giving them a deeper angle.
She pushed up onto her tip toes, grasped him at the base, and ran his length through her arousal. She lined up the head of his cock with her entrance, just like he instructed. She rolled her hips forward and closed her eyes, savoring the deep, satisfying sensation of his length pushing into her. Then she opened her eyes and locked him in her gaze.
“You feel so good,” she panted as she worked him in, inch by delicious inch.
“And you feel like home.” Once he was fully seated inside her, he stilled, letting them both adjust to the sensation. The fullness was overwhelming, her longing to feel him everywhere finally sated. He bowed low to kiss her, pushing his tongue in and out of her mouth before he started thrusting in and out of her with the same rhythm.
He moaned her name between kisses. He sucked on her neck and gripped her hip possessively with one hand as he held her panties off to the side. Her taut underwear brushed against her clit every few strokes, shooting a wave of friction through her that was more pleasurable than painful.
She would gladly spend the entire night in this parking lot with her fiancé chasing their pleasure, but she knew they were on borrowed time. As if he could read her thoughts, Rhett spoke up in a husky voice.
“You said three minutes,” he reminded her. “Time’s up.” He reached a hand between them and rubbed her clit in quick, tight circles as he continued to thrust. “Come for me, beautiful.”
Her brain couldn’t make sense of the buildup. They’d only been at it for a few minutes—how was she already right there? She didn’t know where to focus, what to do. Instead of trying to figure it out or fight it, she chose to surrender. She relaxed back and let her head rest on the roof of the Prelude as Rhett continued to drive into her, to rub all over her, to do all the things she wanted and needed that he instinctively knew to do.
She hit her peak and screamed, both the suddenness and the intensity of her climax catching her by surprise. Within two seconds of the first wave of pleasure crashing through her, she felt Rhett’s hand cover her mouth. Her eyes shot open on contact.
“Shhhh,” he soothed as he continued to ram into her. His frantic, feral expression revealed just how close he was to his own release. She could feel her own slickness coating his hand. Without conscious thought, she licked the length of one of his fingers.
Rhett’s eyes widened as she continued to suck and bite at the hand that gripped her mouth. They locked eyes, and he groaned as she felt him tense inside her. She was still clenching around his dick from her own orgasm as he filled her with his release.
They stared at each other, breathless, for what felt like eternity: their eyes locked in wonder, their bodies still joined. If anything positive had come out of all the pain and drama they had endured over the last few months, it was this. This connection. This love. This version of them was better than it had ever been before.
Rhett moved first, stepping back slightly and finally removing his hand from her mouth. “Fuck, Tori… you aresoloud.”
“You like that I’m loud,” she retorted, reaching up to kiss him before readjusting her underwear and skirt. Rhett fixed himself quickly, but cupped her face in his hands as soon as he was done.
“I love everything about you.” He lowered his forehead against hers before kissing her on the nose. “Every-fucking-thing.”
Chapter two
Tori
“ExplaintomehowI ended up in the back of my own car for this little adventure?” Maddie huffed from the backseat of her Lexus RX. Tori watched Rhett’s grip tighten on the steering wheel as he drove along Willow Drive. It was early, and the sun was just starting to rise. Tori wondered not for the first time that morning if Maddie was hungover or if she was actually still drunk from the night before.
“Well, Maddie Girl, we needed to take your car to fit all the stuff I still need to bring home from Easton, and even though youknewthat was the plan, you don’t seem fit to drive this morning.” Tori watched, amused, as Rhett shot Maddie a look through the rearview mirror. “Plus, V gets carsick and can’t ride in the back.”
Maddie grumbled something ineligible as she reached up between them to adjust the input on the sound system. “My car, my music,” she muttered as she cranked up the volume and the quick cadence of a YUNGBLUD song filled the car. She was purposely pushing her brother’s buttons. It was going to be a long four hours if they were going to bicker the entire drive.
“What is this shit?” Rhett demanded after a few beats. Tori recognized the song, but there was no way she was interjecting.
“This shitis my current favorite song, bro. I can put it on repeat if you aren’t familiar with it?” she taunted.“Since when do you listen to punk-rap? I thought your favorite band was One Direction?”Maddie settled back into her seat and adjusted her seatbelt. “I contain multitudes, Everhett.”
“Did you just quote Whitman? Don’t ever let anyone tell you the Hampton High curriculum isn’t as good as Archway Prep.”
