Page 8 of Fourth Wheel
Every time the clock strikes a chord, her tongue enters my mouth and dances with mine. I’m consumed by the vibrations at my back and the ministrations of her hands. I crave each resounding toll, desperate to feel the depth of her wanting as I’m deprived of most of my senses.
When the next chime rings out, I pull her tighter against my chest. We moan in unison as the vibrations roll through us, inspiring a wave of desire that has my dick hardening in anticipation.
We make out in the middle of downtown Hampton until the clock tower grows quiet. Her hands are still cupping my jaw, and I feel her smile against my mouth before she finally stops kissing me. She tilts her head back to meet my gaze.
“I have the house to myself tonight. Please take me home.”
From the look in her eyes, it’s clear she’s asking for so much more than just a ride. I push off the clock tower and link our hands as I guide her back to my still-running car. I open the passenger door for her and swat her butt as she climbs in. She yelps but then gives me the sauciest look as she buckles her seat belt.
I knew it in the bar, but now I feel it in my bones. This girl is something special, and I’m going to make the most out of tonight.
Chapter 5
Maddie
Ionlybrokeoffour kiss because I could feel my pulse in my pussy. If I hadn’t stopped, things would have absolutely gone too far. I’m not about to get arrested for indecent exposure in the middle of downtown Hampton when I’ve got an empty house waiting for us just down the road.
Dempsey pats his pockets before climbing in the driver’s seat, then sticks his hand in both cupholders, coming up empty.
“Looking for this?”
I hold up his phone as his head snaps up to attention. I swiped it out of his back pocket while we were swapping spit against the clock tower. Partly because I wanted to make sure I got his number. But also because I didn’t want him to put my address into the GPS, just in case it was linked to my brother’s contact information somehow.
His eyes widen in shock as he stares at my outstretched hand. He gives his head a little shake and puts the Range Rover in drive.
“I didn’t want you to disappear in the morning without getting my number,” I explain, crossing my legs as he pulls out of his parking spot. “Head out past the train bridge, then I’ll tell you where to turn.”
He doesn’t argue, instead muttering under his breath like a put-out grump.
“What’s your passcode?”
He scoffs. “I’m not telling you my passcode, princess. Give that here.” He reaches for the device without taking his eyes off the road, but instead of giving him what he wants, I give him something better.
I grasp his extended arm at the wrist, then lick from the center of his palm to the tip of his middle finger. I pause at the tip, and he lets out a quiet grunt while shifting his hips in his seat. I push his middle finger into my mouth, close my lips around his top knuckle, and swirl my tongue around him.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
“Exactly,” I retort, pulling his finger from my mouth and dropping his hand. “Now tell me your passcode so we can exchange numbers. We’re going to be way too distracted once we get to my house.”
He doesn’t bother arguing this time and rattles off the four-digit passcode. I add my number and contemplate what name to use, finally settling on Clock Tower Girl before sending myself a text.
“There,” I announce with a flourish, placing his phone into one of the cupholders between us. “Turn left at the next light,” I add once I realize we’re close to my street.
Dempsey coasts his fancy-ass Range Rover down Willow Drive while I fantasize about all the dirty things I want to do to him tonight. I felt his cock through his pants when I pushed him into that clock tower. He’s big, just like I knew he’d be. Thankfully, I don’t have any other plans this weekend, and I always did like a good challenge.
I pull out my phone as I glance up to see where we are. “Oh, we’re almost here. It’s the third house on the left after the flag-pole,” I tell him mindlessly as I save his number.
The car slows, then I feel his eyes on me.
“This is your house?” he murmurs.
Something about his tone stops my heart right in my damn chest. When I look over to meet his gaze, the man I flirted with all night and made out with just minutes ago is gone.
Instead, all I see is loathing.
Shit.
“Yep,” I quip, my voice high-pitched and shaky. “Just pull in the driveway and park on the left. I’ve got the place to myself all summer.”
