Page 51 of Blueberry Cake
They hugged, and Queenie went in search of her father. He watched her disappear down the hallway, wishing he could dosomethingto make things easier for her.
“Thank you for being honest with us.”
His gaze drifted back to Camila as he sat back down. “You deserve honesty. I just hope you can see how much she means to me.”
“I do. If I hadn’t seen it, I wouldn’t be feeling content with you as her boyfriend.”
Camila strolled into the kitchen to make drinks, and the two of them sat in silence until Queenie returned. With a kiss for her mother, they left hand in hand.
Queenie stayed silent until Boyd merged onto the highway. “He promised not to rip you apart. The same for Luka.”
“I can’t say I’d blame him if he did.”
Queenie fell against the headrest and closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Everything was going so well and now they’re both so upset with you.”
Boyd reached over, brushing his knuckles along her cheekbone. “They have every right to be.”
“It spoiled your relationship with them.”
“Queenie,” he pulled out her name in a long deep hum, knowing what it did to her. “I knew this would happen and I’m willing to put in the work to mend things. I’ve never been a man to take the easiest path.”
“I liked the way things were.”
Boyd dropped his hand to her thigh, giving it a squeeze. “Trust me. In a few years you’ll be thankful that we told them.”
With a visibly heavy heart, she let the air escape her lungs. “I trust you.”
“Good.” Then his voice dropped, and he indicated the glovebox. “Now to your reward.”
Crooking her brow, she leaned forward and popped the door open. When the small remote-controlled vibrator fell into her hand, colour bloomed across her cheeks, her eyes sparkling.
“There’s lube too.”
Queenie reached for the bottle and tested out the toy while he slipped his hand under her dress. His fingers brushed her silky panties, but they’d be no match for the desire coursing through his veins. He effortlessly pushed the fabric aside, slipping through her folds as the toy softly hummed in her hand. He added pressure with his palm, and Queenie moaned.
“You were so brave facing your fears today,” he praised, retreating from her pussy despite her protests. Taking the toy, he held it still while she lubed it up. “Those panties need to go.”
He relaxed into his seat, hot with how fast she scrambled to obey, slipping her panties down her thighs.
“Spread your legs.” Though Queenie needed little instruction by that point. Careful not to get any lube on her pretty dress, he slid the vibrator into her pussy. “Remote,” he husked, holding his hand out for it. He pushed the button the moment it fell into his palm. Her hips bucked, her eyes closed, and she shocked the life out of Boyd when she slipped her hand between her thighs.
“God, Queenie; you look beautiful fucking yourself on my expensive leather seats.”
With one hand balancing the wheel and the remote,Boyd reached over with the other to fuck the toy into his woman. His cock throbbed painfully against his zipper, but there were more important matters to attend to. Her moans grew desperate, her fingers rough against her clit so he upped the intensity and thrusted the toy faster. After a fitful sleep and a stressful morning, she deserved a quick release.
Queenie arched into his hand, her moans turning into cries as he turned it up another notch, throwing her over the edge. He slowed his pace on the toy, fucking her through her orgasm before lowering the vibrations.
“I could watch you come for hours,” he hummed, putting the car in park. “Now to spoil you some more.”
Queenie’s eyes fluttered open, still trying to catch her breath as she realised where they were: her favourite fabric store. “Oh, Boyd.”
Boyd removed his hand from the toy, and reached for tissues to wipe the lube from his fingers.
“Please don’t make me wear it in there,” Queenie begged.
“Even if I keep the remote in the car?” he offered.
She bit her lip, scanning the parking lot. “You won’t leave it turned on or anything?”
