Page 108 of Road Trip to Forever
“What are you thinking about?” she whispers. “You just got hard.”
“Nothing,” I murmur, using two fingers to circle her.
“Liar.” Her left arm reaches around my neck, pulling on my hair as she grinds her ass into me.
I groan, my eyes closing at the same time I slip a finger inside of her. She’s tight and wet, ready for me, and I’m daydreaming about how she’s going to feel when I fuck her for the first time.
“I thought about there being two of you,” I admit, setting the rhythm she likes.
Her back bows, a weight dropping against my chest, and I force my eyes open to watch her. She’s busy watching me, mouth parted and cheeks flushed, following the movements of my hand.
“Who knew my sweet best friend was so wicked?” she breathes out. “It’s always the nice ones.”
“Do you not want me to be nice?”
“I want you to be whatever you want with me, Patrick. Do whatever you want with me. I’m yours.”
Some side of me I’ve never tapped into before wants to growl in response. Lay her down and bite her neck, her chest, the insides of her thighs. Show her off to all the people who look at her, spreading her legs so they could see I got there first.
I’m possessed, claiming her in a way I’ve never wanted to with another person before.
“Keep your leg up,” I say, voice gruff as I drop to my knees.
I grip her dress and ass with one hand and bend my head so I can lick her. Taste her again. Make her push up on her toes and grind against my face. My tongue teases her clit and my fingers fuck her like how I can’t wait to fuck her for real. Hard. Demanding. Taking and taking and taking.
“Patrick.”
“There you go,” I say, holding her open. My fingers and mouth are coated in her arousal, and I’ve never seen something so hot in my life. “That’s my girl. You’re doing so well, Lola. When you’re ready, can you come for me, honey? I want to make you feel good again.”
She tightens around my fingers, and her moan is long and low. Her leg drops to the floor and her thighs shake, telling me she’s close just before she leaps off the edge. I stand and catch her before she falls, my thumb rubbing over her sensitive clit until the moment passes, kissing her neck as she comes down from her high.
“How”—she swallows and fans her face, cheeks red and a bead of sweat on her forehead—“are you so good at that?”
“Because I know you, Lo. Better than anyone else. If you know what to look for, you’re incredibly easy to read.”
“I don’t want to move. I want to stay here,” Lola says, letting out a sleepy yawn and leaning her body against mine.
“We should go see your friends. Just for a little,” I say. “Then we’ll come back and get some sleep.” I pull her dress down and run my hands up her thighs.
“I’m going to clean up,” she mumbles. “Ten minutes, and I’ll be ready.”
“Okay.” I kiss her cheek and grab the migraine pill bottle on the counter, opening the top and throwing a capsule back.
“Do you have a headache?” she asks, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror.
“Just some tension. It’s probably from running in the sun and not drinking enough water. It was hot out there today.”
“We can stay in if you aren’t feeling up to it.”
“I’m fine.” I kiss her other cheek and give her backside a tap. “C’mon. Let’s get this week of celebrating you started, sweetheart.”
THIRTY
LOLA
We stayedout too late last night, socializing over food and music until the early morning in the hotel’s swanky lounge. There’s an excitement building in the air as we get closer to the start of the show, now only twenty-hour away. I got to meet people I had only talked to through social media for the first time, falling into easy conversation as if we were lifelong friends catching up.
The best part of the night was Patrick, his hand threaded through mine and his laughter ringing in my ear. I introduced him as my boyfriend and he grinned like a maniac, full of glee.
