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She nodded. “Parker will drive it back tomorrow.”
“Parker’s staying here?”
I was hoping Riley would connect the dots. Like why she was at an Allentown party to begin with... and why Tanner Holbeck was now cosying up to Parker... the same Parker who had been cosying up to Ryan last night... but also the same Ryan who’d slept with Levi’s sister. I internally sighed. Maybe it wasn’t a bad thing for the dots to remain unconnected for one more night.
“Were you planning on spending the night too?” I pressed.
The overnight bag at Riley’s feet and her parked car told me yes.
She pulled her lip between her teeth. “Can we just focus on the fact that I’m not?”
I should’ve told her no, but I’d also never been good at standing up to Riley.
*
When we reached Riley’s house I put the car in park but left the engine running. It was icy out. We’d freeze without the heat.
Riley unclipped her seatbelt and turned to face me. We hadn’t spoken a whole lot since I’d picked her up. I was trying to figure out if I’d simply been a free Uber.
“Are you coming in?” she asked.
A booty call it seemed.
The hope in her steel blue eyes was screaming at me to say yes, but I couldn’t fall back into the trap of treating her like a fuck buddy.
Before I could respond she distracted me by climbing over the centre console and straddling my lap. Instinctively my hands fell to her hips as she wrapped one arm around the back of my neck to tug me closer.
I patiently exhaled. “I meant what I said last night, Riley. I can’t half-heartedly be with you anymore.”
She smiled softly. “I can’t half-heartedly be with you anymore either, Will.”
Will.
She briefly rested her forehead against mine. And then she kissed me.
CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
Post-bang sleepovers
WILL
It wasn’t a soft or hesitant kiss. It was one that was making up for lost time.
I literally growled when Riley’s tongue found mine. I’d missed this so fucking much. Kissing her was different to sleeping together. It was way more intimate, which I found promising.
Both of Riley’s hands were now in my hair as she ground against my lap. The long denim skirt she was wearing had bunched up. While I could happily sit in this car and kiss her senseless for the next hour like a couple of teenagers, I wanted to make her feel as good as she’d just made me.
I gathered her skirt up the rest of the way before moving my hand to rub over her damp underwear. She moaned into my mouth, the sound bringing forth a long shiver.
She tasted vaguely like fruity alcohol, but not enough that I needed to put a stop to this. Riley was very much conscious of what was happening and what she was doing to me.
I pushed aside her underwear before bringing my finger to graze her clit. Her mouth remained fused to mine as she rode my wrist, treating my hand like the toy in her top drawer.
My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could feel Riley’s thumping in hers. I’d never known kissing to be this hot. We were both panting so much the windows had fogged over. I was so fucking turned on that if she so much as looked at my dick, I might make a mess in my pants.
“Oh my god,” she moaned, crashing over the threshold of ecstasy.
I rode down the orgasm with her, releasing the pressure of my finger but keeping it in place to get a few final shudders.
