Page 51 of The Torment of Two

Keeping Two a secret is going to be really, really hard.

Two

It’s dark by the time she can escape her family dinner. She’d told me via text today that it’s a weekly thing for them and there’s no way of avoiding it. It’s been torture waiting all day for this moment to see her.

She slips out the front door and runs to my idling vehicle. Chilly air nips at me when she opens the car door. I’m already backing out of her driveway before she can get the door closed or her belt on, eager to be alone with her.

“Hey,” I say, gassing it down her road, barely able to keep my gaze fixated ahead of me.

“Hey.”

When I reach the end of the road, I put the vehicle in park, unable to resist for a moment longer. Like two magnets drawn to each other, we both meet for a frantic, desperate kiss.

I’m so fucked over this girl.

She whimpers and tugs at my jacket as she tries to pull me closer to her. I could kiss her all fucking night.

Her phone starts buzzing and she curses. Once she pulls away, she answers.

“Hi, Mom.” She chews on her bottom lip and shoots me a small smile. “What? Oh, yeah, we’re leaving. Nothing’s wrong. Okay, bye.”

“What?” I demand as soon as she ends the call.

“She clearly followed me onto the porch, trying to catch a peek, and then noticed we stopped at the end of our road. Hurry, let’s get out of here.”

I don’t have to be told twice. Gunning it, I take off onto the main road. Both my dads are home, so we can’t go there. I end up driving us to a lookout point on Park Mountain. Since it’s dark, most of the bikers or trail walkers have gone home. As soon as I put the vehicle in park, Gemma unbuckles and climbs over the console.

My hands find her hips, guiding her into my lap so that she straddles me. She’s wearing thin, stretchy leggings that give me access to the shape and feel of each curve of her body. There’s not much room between her back and the steering wheel, so she’s forced to press her chest against mine.

“Hey,” she murmurs, hot breath tickling over my lips.

“You already said that.” I squeeze her ass, drawing her closer to me. “Why do you smell so good?”

“I smell good?”

“Fucking delectable.”

She grins and brings her lips to mine. I kiss her hungrily. Now that I know how she tastes and I’ve stepped over the invisible line of “I really shouldn’t fucking do this with her,” I’m eager to have more.

“We were supposed to think this shit over,” I grunt between kisses. “Not dive right back in.”

“I thought about it. I want it.”

It’s a terrible idea, but I can’t find it in me to argue with her for once. I’m also down to make out without a care in the world.

“What did you tell your parents?” I ask, pulling away slightly so I can see her pretty eyes in the dimly lit vehicle. “How did you escape?”

“School stuff. They think you’re a girl.”

I snort out a laugh. “My parents think I’m hanging with Dax.”

“I won’t be able to hold them off forever,” Gemma says with a sigh. “They’re already demanding to know more about my class partner.”

Our lips find each other’s again and there’s no time for talking. We kiss and kiss until it’s too hot in the Rover. My nuts feel like they’re going to burst and it doesn’t help that she keeps rubbing her lithe body over my dick.

This time, when I slip my hand under her hoodie, she arches into my touch. Like a madman, I start yanking at the fabric and before I know it, it’s tossed somewhere in the passenger seat floorboard. Moonlight licks over her silky flesh, making my mouth water. Her breath hitches when I unlatch her bra. Then I tug it away, freeing her glorious tits.

“What if someone sees?” she mutters, breath hot and body quivering.

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