Page 108 of Moms of Mayhem
I slid her underwear to the side, running a thumb over her slick heat. “So wet for me already. You been thinking about this too?”
“After you said you wanted to fuck me against the wall this morning?” she said, breathless. “God, yes. Now do something about it.”
I groaned and grabbed the condom from my pocket, sliding it over my length. Not wasting any time, I lined up, pushing into her slow and deep. Her whole body arched, onehand slapping the fogged-up window, the other dragging me closer.
“Fuck, Peach,” I bit out. “You feel so fucking good. So tight—goddamn.”
“Harder,” she whispered. “Don’t make me beg.”
“Oh, Iwantyou to beg,” I growled, pulling back before slamming into her again. “Want to hear you say how bad you want this. Wantme.”
“I do,” she gasped. “Want this. Want you—don’t stop.”
I couldn’t have stopped if I tried.
She clenched around me, thighs trembling, breath coming fast. Her name was a prayer on my tongue, and I worshipped every inch of her—quick and dirty and soaked in the kind of need that came from never having enough time.
But I was starting to thinknoamount of time would ever be enough.
“Come with me,” she begged, eyes locking with mine. “Please, Beckett—right now.”
And I did.
We shattered together, her body tightening around mine, my voice lost in the curve of her neck.
I stayed wrapped around her for a long moment, forehead pressed to hers, heartbeat finally slowing.
“Not exactly how I pictured it,” I muttered, trying to shift so I wasn’t crushing her. “You deserve better than ten minutes in the backseat of my truck.”
She smiled, still breathless. “I’m not complaining.”
I kissed her, slower this time, softer.
“I’ll give you better next time,” I whispered. “Promise.”
She nuzzled into my chest with a satisfied sigh. “I’ll hold you to that.”
And for a second, I let myself pretend I could keep herhere forever. That this wasn’t going to change when I went back to Denver soon.
She dressed slowly, with the kind of ease that made my pulse pick back up despite everything we’d just done. I helped her pull her vest on, kissed her one more time—lazy and soft, like neither of us wanted to leave this little bubble we’d created in the dark.
Then she slipped out of the truck with a whispered see you later, fingers brushing mine before she pulled away completely.
I stayed in the backseat, watching her taillights disappear down the road, my body still buzzing, my heart still lodged somewhere betweenholy shitandplease don’t go.
When I finally climbed out and shut the truck door behind me, the night felt colder than it had before.
The house was dark when I stepped inside. Mom had gone to bed, lights off in her room. The only sound was the soft hum of the fridge and the creak of the floor under my feet.
I stood there in the kitchen for a long time, coat still on, Emmy’s taste still on my lips, and the ache of her body burned into mine.
And all I could think was,how the hell am I supposed to leave this?
Not just the house. Not the town.
Her.
That stupid hoodie she stole. The way Jace looked at me when something finally clicked in practice. Ty pretending he wasn’t obsessed with coaching. Mom delighted with a full house around her.
