Page 6 of My Summer Fling

Reaching over, I grab her hand and pull it away from her poor hair before she rips it all out. She looks over at me and pulls her hand free. She’s wearing a light blue summer dress that’s riding up a little too high for my comfort while she sits with her legs crossed. But it matches her eyes almost perfectly.

God, her skin looks so soft. I could reach over and dig my fingers into her thigh, slowly inching up little by little, making her breath hitch and her pussy wet…

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you be so silent,” she says, leaning her head back on the headrest and staring at me from under those thick lashes. She smirks. “Not that I mind it. It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity to sit so close to Noah Harding yet be in so much peace.”

I glance over at her and clear my throat.

“Tell me about this Brandon guy. Does your brother know about him? I haven’t heard a word.”

“I don’t know why you think you’d have heard anything about him, Noah. You’re not my father.” She rolls her eyes and looks back out the window. “But, no. Teddy doesn’t know about him. It’s new and …” She pauses and I can see the wheels turning in her head as she tries to find the right words. “It’s not serious.”

She laughs to herself, and when I look over at her, her cheeks have gone red and she’s avoiding my gaze.

“Spit it out, Millie. What’re you trying to say? That he’s just around to give you orgasms?”

I say it with a playful tone, but I can feel the irritation bubble up.

“Exactly,” she snorts. “Sometimes you just need someone around to, you know, change the oil for you.”

Why am I torturing myself with this conversation? I don’t want to be in this chat. But I can’t help myself. I want to know if he’s good, if he can make her scream his name—because I know I sure as hell can make her screammyname. I still remember the way she sighed and moaned beneath me and the way every inch of her skin tasted.

And if I don’t stop thinking about it I’m going to be sporting a boner in the car next to her.

“And does he do it properly?” I ask her, mentally kicking myself for that question.

“Noah!” she cries out, laughing hard as she tries to cover up her embarrassment. But I count it as a win. At least she’s laughing instead of looking at me like she wants me to walk off and die somewhere.

“What?” I force a laugh. “We’re friends, right? We can discuss friendly things.”

“We are definitely not friends.”

“And that was definitely not an answer.” I give her a look and she just rolls her eyes.

She groans. “He’s fine, thank you. Can we move on?”

“Fine? Fine?!” I laugh. Suddenly I’m not feeling so annoyed with the situation. “Baby girl, life is way too short to be having bad sex.”

“Did I say it was bad? I don’t think I said it was bad.”

“You didn’t say it was good either,” I counter. “Here, let me amend my prior statement. Life is too short to be havingmediocresex.”

“You would know, wouldn’t you?” she asks, giving me a look that says a lot of things I don’t think I like.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I try to keep my voice light and bring back her playful demeanor.

“Oh, you know what it means, Noah. I don’t even want to know what your body count is. I’m surprised you haven’t run out of women back home.”

“Okay, one. Don’t slut shame me, Millicent Buford. Two.” I pause and look over at her until her humor-filled eyes find mine. “Someone sounds a little jealous.”

Her cheeks go bright red, and her eyes go wide. She laughs so loudly that it seems a little too forced to be real.

“I can’t be jealous, Noah,” she says, flattening out her dress and fidgeting in her seat as we pull into the parking lot. “When you’ve already been there, and know it’s nothing to write home about, there’s nothing really to be jealous over.”

“If my memory serves me right, that sweet pussy of yours was dripping for me, baby girl. And I know how to tell the difference between a faked orgasm and a real one.” I park in the first spot I see and turn to give her my full attention. “And yours were all real.”

“God, you’re infuriating!” She gives me a shove and starts collecting her things from the floorboard. She’s got her bag, a notepad, and a separate little holder for her phone. “So fucking arrogant,” she mumbles before sitting up to look at me. “I regret letting you come with me. But now that I’m stuck here with you and have no way home other than your stupid car, let’s just get this over with.”

My stomach drops. Sometimes my mouth opens and words come out before I can stop them. I didn’t mean to sound like a prick. I know it’s clearly a touchy subject for her, and instead of keeping it light, I shoved it in her face.

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