Page 9 of Mr. July

“Oh, but do you have a killer arm for knife throwing?” I teased.

Jill’s cell phone rang, and she waved us away. “Have fun, you two. Go wild and do all that naughty stuff to each other.”

I chuckled.

If I had my way, I would be doing all the naughty things with Liberty.

“She’s over the top.”

“I like her. She’s not wrong. I really want to do all the naughty things to you.” I gripped her hand in mine. “Tell me we just might be on the same page about that.” Because holy hell, I didn’t know her, but I was falling for her. It must have been her fake lack of interest in the beginning that got to me. I wasn’t normally the kind of guy to fall in lust so quickly.

“I tell you what.” Liberty’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “If you win me the biggest stuffed animal at darts, I’ll let you go to second base with me.”

“Second base? I want the full home run, baby.”

Liberty laughed.

“Seriously, our attraction is off the charts.”

She nodded. “It is. I feel it pulsing everywhere inside my body.”

With her challenge, it didn’t take me long to find the darts game and win her the biggest fucking pink elephant I could. Liberty laughed when the carnival dude handed it over. She practically needed a leash—it was a monster.

“Come on. My truck is parked close. We can shove it in there so we don’t have to carry it around.”

“I was sure I would do better at dart throwing than you. That’s my jam.”

“You were pretty good. I’ll give you that.”

Once at my truck, I put her animal inside then made a move for Liberty. My hands went to her hips, and I pulled her so she was leaning against my seat and I was between her legs. Her mouth was on fire. Her hands were all over me.

My hands slid to her shorts and the wild heat between her legs. “Let me make you come like this.”

“Right now?” she whimpered, grinding against my fingers.

“Mm-hmm.”

In answer, she spread her legs wider, and I was grateful that her shorts were short and not so tight that I couldn’t slide my fingers right inside the crease.

Fuck.

Her pussy was wet and hot—everything I wanted and prayed like hell would be waiting for me. I wanted all of her.

I kept glancing around, making sure no one could see what I was doing to her, and Liberty squirmed beneath me. Her clit was hard against my fingertips, and it took every ounce in me to not drop to my knees and fuck her with my tongue.

Her legs started to quiver. “Jake. More. Give me more.”

I rubbed against her clit faster, harder. When she bit into my shoulder, I knew I had her.

Her orgasm was long and hard—pretty much like my dick was. Even with the sun down, it was still light enough that we could get caught. Otherwise, I’d have her bent over my seat and fucking her till she soaked my seat cushion. “You’re beautiful when you come.”

She smiled at me.

I licked what was left of her off my fingers. “I want more of that, but we’re gonna need a condom.”

“We can’t do that in public.” She glanced behind me and then back. She lifted her lips into a little smile. “Can we?”

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