Page 160 of That Moment
When she pulls back, lips swollen, eyes shining wickedly, I can barely breathe.
“Guess that teenage fantasy was worth the wait,” I rasp, dragging her into my lap and kissing her hard.
She smirks against my mouth. “Told you it was a good one.”
I chuckle, still breathless. “Hell, Adrienne. Any fantasy you’ve got, I’m happy to indulge.”
She pulls back from my lap, lips swollen, eyes sparkling with mischief. My cock is still rock hard, pressing against my jeans like it’s about to tear through. I drag a hand over my face, groaning. “Baby, I need to fuck you right now.”
Adrienne leans across the console, kissing me sweet and slow before pulling back just enough to whisper, “You’ll have to wait.”
My laugh comes out rough, strained. “Jesus, you know it only makes it worse when you tell me no.”
Her grin turns wicked, and she bats her lashes like she’s the picture of innocence. “Curfew’s almost up. I have to get home before I get in trouble. Don’t you remember? Daddy’s waiting on the porch lights to flick on.”
I fist her hair, tugging her mouth back to mine, kissing her hard enough to make her moan. When I pull away, my voice is nothing but gravel. “You keep playing with me like that, and I’ll bend you over the kitchen table the second we walk in the house. Parents, brothers, half the damn family already there. I won’t care, and you know it.”
Her laugh bubbles up, cheeks flushed as she pushes me back into the seat and climbs onto me, leaning in and whispering. “We'd better make it quick so dad doesn’t find out.”
“You always did want to be a naughty girl, didn’t you?” I rasp, still gripping her thigh as I indulge in her role play. “Let’s make that happen.”
She’s already soaked when she pulls her panties aside and slides down my cock. It’s quick and frenzied, her pussy milking me so good I come in a few minutes.
“Shit, sorry, baby, that was so fast,” I pant, looking up at her.
“It was so good though,” she groans, biting my bottom lip. “Now you’ll be dropping from me all night, just how you like.”
I'm still barely breathing when she climbs off of me, smoothing down her dress and checking her reflection in the mirror before she starts the car.
“I’m the luckiest man alive.” I shake my head, tucking myself back into my jeans and trying to wipe thefreshly fuckedlook off my face.
I look over at Adrienne. She smiles back at me like she’s not the same woman who just swallowed me whole, and winks. “Then you'd better behave until after dinner now that you’ve been handled, Mr. Bescher.”
I groan. I love it when she’s bossy with me. My cock’s still throbbing, my patience paper-thin, but I promise her I’ll behave.
When we get back to the house, headlights sweeping across the wide porch, it feels like we really are sneaking in after curfew. But the second we step onto the porch, the noise hits like a wave. A Slade chorus of kids squealing, a screen door slamming, the smell of grilled steak and fresh bread spilling out of the kitchen.
Hudson has Silas in his arms, pretending to “fly” him around while he squeals with laughter. On the steps, Milly grins widely the second she sees us. “Well, look who finally got back from their little joy ride.” Adrienne rolls her eyes, but she’s blushing, which only makes Milly cackle harder.
“You’re still shit at pretending you weren’t doing something naughty.” Brooklyn bounces her eyebrows.
“True,” Aiden calls from the grill, flipping a steak one-handed, beer in the other. “She was always the one who got us in trouble as kids because she was too honest. It was always written all over her face.”
“Yeah, well, in my field that’s called ethics, and it’s very valuable in an attorney.” I laugh at how defensive Adrienne immediately gets. She’s the one the cousins love getting a rise out of, and it usually works.
“A veryrarequality in your field,” Aiden adds under his breath.
“I heard that.” Adrienne points toward him. “Keep talking and I’ll have Dad ship your ass back to Texas early.”
“Adrienne’s been in charge since the womb,” Axel says around a mouthful of pasta salad.
“Damn right I have,” Adrienne fires back, snatching a roll off the tray before Decker can slap her hand away. She winks at me like she’s daring me to deny it.
Brooklyn’s gaze drifts to me, eyes glinting with mischief. “And you, Scotty Bescher, fucking domesticated. Who would’ve thought?”
The whole porch bursts into laughter, and I shake my head, pulling Adrienne against my side, my arm banded tight around her waist. “It’s all thanks to her.” I pull her onto my lap and kiss her cheek. “She showed me how to be a better man, just by fighting for me when I tried to push her away.”
“Listen to him, sounds like a pro at marriage already. Happy wife, happy life.” Ranger laughs. He has Dolly by the hand, dancing barefoot with her in the grass while Amethyst shrieks at them to stop embarrassing her.
