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I wrap my lips around the tip, tongue flicking the underside where I know he’s sensitive. His knuckles go white on the wheel. He’s filthy with the praise he never uses lightly. It’s a strangled moan of “good girls, fuck, just like that, so deep.” The words make me dizzy with power and love and lust all tangled together.
His thighs go rock hard beneath my hand. His breath punches out. “Adrienne—” It’s a warning.
I take him as deep as I can, and he tips over with a raw groan, heat spilling across my tongue. I swallow, savoring him, moaning my appreciation against him.
For a few heartbeats, it’s only the sound of his gasps as he tries to catch his breath. I press a kiss to the base of him before tucking him away carefully, zipping him up with gentle fingers. He drags in air like he just outran a storm.
He signals, eases onto the shoulder, throws the car in park, and then his hand is on the nape of my neck, guiding me up. He kisses me like with gratitude and hunger and something deeper that steals my breath. When he breaks away, he touches my mouth with his thumb, tender as hell. “You okay?”
I nod, a little lightheaded, a lot turned on. “Very.”
“Seat’s not exactly ergonomic for that,” he mutters, thumb stroking my lower lip. “You tell me if anything hurts.”
Warmth floods my chest. “I will.”
He cups my face, kisses me again, slow this time, like aftercare is second nature. Then he leans back, scrubs a hand over his jaw, and laughs this low, stunned sound that makes me grin.
“What?” I ask, smoothing my skirt.
He shakes his head, still catching his breath. “Nothing. Just… you.”
“Me?”
“You’re a fucking class act. This fucking Harvard-educated, smart as hell, driven, sexiest woman alive, good girl, and then you go and suck my cock in a classic Mustang,” he says, voice gone soft and wrecked. “I don’t stand a chance. Never did.”
“And don’t ever forget it.” I tease, smiling back at him.
“Never. You’ll always be my girl.
My girl.I tuck that away, a precious thing to take out and hold later when the world tries to get loud again.
“Drive me home and I’ll show you just how much this smart, Harvard-educated good girl wants to ride your cock all night.”
I don’t have to tell him twice. He slams the car into gear, pulling out onto the road so fast my back snaps against the seat.
Chapter 30
Scotty
The smell of kettle corn and wood smoke hangs thick in the air, carried on the cool bite of October. Kids dart between booths, laughter echoing off the square. Strings of amber lights crisscross overhead, and the big “Welcome to Fall Fest” banner flaps lazily in the breeze.
It’s Slade family chaos in full swing.
“Scotty!”
Axel’s voice cuts through the crowd just before a little kid with a candy apple runs smack into my arm. I look down at the sticky mess and then up at him, but he’s already running away as if it never happened, his mom not noticing either.
“Son of a bitch,” I mutter, swiping at my jacket.
Axel hands me a beer. “Relax. You need to loosen up, man. You’re wound tighter than a damn lug nut tonight.”
“Yeah, probably ‘cause you keep running your mouth,” I shoot back. “You tell anyone yet? Because if you did?—”
He lifts a brow, mock innocence all over his face. “Tell anyone what?”
I narrow my eyes. “I’m not playing Axel, this time I’m the one threatening to beat asses.”
He chuckles, low and taunting. “I don’t know, man. Maybe if you’re gonna propose in the middle of town, you should be prepared for a little attention.”
