Page 53 of From Fling to Ring

TYLER

“Hey, wanna go get something to eat? There’s a great brunch around the corner from me.”

Lucy opens one eye and then the other. I don’t want to drag her out of bed before she’s ready to get up because, after all, it’s the weekend, but I am starving. I never managed to eat anything besides a couple shrimp at the party last night.

All I could think about was getting Lucy home for some naked time.

And, to be honest, we didn’t even make it home.

My bad.

We sneak out of the party, mostly unnoticed, and I climb into the car after I open the passenger side for her.

I flip on some music but don’t start driving. “Hey, I want to say again that I am not interested in dating anyone else. Just you.”

She looks out the car window and nods.

“Unless,” I add, “that’s something you want, in which case we’ll talk about it. But if you have questions about something, please just ask me. Don’t jump to conclusions.”

Wow. I am actually having a mature conversation with a woman. The others I’ve dated? They’d be losing their shit and yelling by this point.

After a moment, she turns my way. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t make assumptions about you. That was unfair,” she says quietly. “You’re a good guy, Tyler Brooks.”

I reach for the hand she has resting on the console. “You’re a good girl, Lucy Daley.”

I lean toward her and, with my free hand, bury my fingers in her curls, pulling her toward me for a kiss.

When our lips meet, she relaxes into me like she’s purging some kind of stress or tension. I don’t know what’s behind any uncertainty she might be feeling, but I’m going to do my best to reassure her.

And in the dark of the car, the only streetlamp a whole block away, I place a hand on her thigh, and slide it until it disappears beneath her dress.

I’m not usually a make-out-in-the-car kind of guy. But something about the tension of the last ten minutes, and coming out of it without any drama or yelling and screaming, has my engine roaring. I reach the lace panty covering her crotch and press my fingers between her legs until she parts them to make room for my hand.

“Baby, you’re so hot down here,” I murmur, amazed.

Her tongue teases mine, and we lick and nibble each other while I slide a finger inside the leg of her panties, my dick straining against my restrictive trousers.

“Tyler, I love how you touch me,” she murmurs.

“Yeah? How about you slide those panties off so I can touch you even more?”

She untangles herself from me and with a naughty smile, lifts her butt off the leather car seat and reaches under her dress.

“Give me those,” I demand when she’s got them down and hanging around one ankle.

She obeys and I shove the little ball of lace into my pocket.

That’s when I really go to town on her pussy, first rubbing her with my flat fingertips, spreading her juices, then sliding one inside her.

“Mmmm,” she moans, reaching for my cock through the outside of my trousers. “Hey. What do you think about moving to the back seat?”

Don’t have to ask me twice about that.

As soon as I’m settled, I motion for Lucy to straddle me. She does, her head barely clearing the car roof. I push her dress up to her lovely thighs, and even in the dim light I can make out her pretty shaved pussy.

“Should I take my dress off?” she offers.

“No. I want to fuck you in it.”

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