Page 65 of Fourth Wheel
Now that I’ve gotten to know her—now that I’ve beeninside her—I can’t imagine letting anyone or anything keep us apart. I spent the last few hours of my shift trying to convince myself we could cool things off and go back to how things were before we hooked up.
But seeing Adley waiting at her car changed everything.
I can’t undo what’s been done. I can’t pretend she hasn’t spent the last few weeks chipping away at the armor I’ve forged to protect myself and my brother. She’s already in. Somehow, she’s worked her way into my life and myheart. I refuse to make her leave.
I meant every word I said to Adley. She’smine, and I’m not sharing. I’ll be damned if anyone thinks they have any sort of hold on her or over her. I won’t stand to see her manipulated or manhandled.
I start the car and ease onto the main road, coasting slowly through town before turning right at the intersection. She doesn’t bother objecting when I make the turn for my house instead of heading to hers.
Now that the adrenaline coursing through me has slowed, I feel the throb from my hand to my shoulder. I have decent form, so if I’m feeling it, Adley must really be suffering.
Good.
I can’t even think about him without my vision going hazy around the edges. I look over to find her eyes on me, but even that connection that hums between us isn’t enough to ease my nerves right now.
As soon as we pass under the train bridge, I pull off on a side road, then turn again into the storage units off Carnegie.
I throw the car in park, lock the doors, then unlatch my seatbelt in a matter of seconds.
I turn to her, desperate, my voice shaking as I make my request.
“Get over here. I need to fucking feel you.”
She wastes no time scrambling to undo her seatbelt, climbing over the center console as I move the driver’s seat as far back as it’ll go.
As soon as she straddles me, she sinks down, and I wrap my arms around her. I hold her as tight as possible, burying my face into the scratchy lace of her top as she shucks off my jacket she’s wearing.
“It’s okay,” she soothes, running her nails along the back of my head as I squeeze her even tighter. “I’m okay. We’re okay.”
A crushing sense of need slams into me then, and I have to pull her face down to mine and kiss her. I have an obligation to her—but it’s so much more than that. Taking care of this woman isn’t just my responsibility—it feels like my goddamn purpose. Never in my life have I wanted something for myself the way I want her now.
It’s disorienting. And disconcerting. But I refuse to fight it. I claimed her in front of a hundred people tonight. I told Adley she was my girlfriend. And yet I’m still not satisfied. I’m desperate to know that we’re on the same page. I’m determined to make sure she knows she’s mine.
I lick along the seam of her lips, then dip my tongue into her mouth. I kiss her again and again, up and down her neck and chest, as I frantically unbutton and push down her pants. Her chest heaves against me, and I can’t resist biting her breasts through the thin, see-through fabric of her shirt.
“Yes?” I question as I push aside her panties.
“Fuck yes,” she confirms on her next breath, rolling her hips forward against my hand. Her center is wet and warm, welcoming me home as I plunge two fingers inside her. My thumb finds her clit, then her body sets the rhythm as her hips start to move. I make quick work of stroking her sweet spots, desperate to get her there as quickly as possible.
There’ll be time to savor her later.
Right now, I need to feel her come undone.
“That’s it, baby girl. Ride my hand and let me fucking feel you.”
I kiss her again, desperate for more, as she moans into my mouth.
She locks her thighs around my arm and throws her head back in ecstasy.
“Maddie.”
Her head snaps up on command.
I drink her in, wide-eyed and wanton as I keep fucking her with my hand.
“I know this is just for the summer, but while we’re together likethis,” I press on her clit for emphasis, “You’re mine.”
She nods frantically, already on the edge of release.
