Page 107 of Last Round

“Nine.” My hands sneak under her dress and find her panties soaked.

“Where anyone, especially my brother, might find—holy shit,” she moans as I sneak two fingers inside her.

“Eight.” I slowly slide them out, rubbing her clit as I slip them in again. She throws her head back. I press light kisses to her neck. “Once we get to the airport, it could be twelve hours before you get to come again. Do you really want to wait that long?”

“Fuck it.” She grabs my face and kisses me hard.

“That’s my girl,” I say as I pull my fingers out and lift her so she wraps her legs around me. I free myself, move her underwear to the side, and slam home. I swallow her moans as I fuck her against the car. We have some privacy here in the far part of the lot, which butts up to the back of the building. Still, if someone heard her and looked over, well, they’d get one hell of a fucking show.

People are talking off in the distance, probably leaving now that the party is over.

“Shh,” I whisper. “Unless you want all of our friends to see how well you take my cock.” I expect Molly to panic, but instead, she clenches down and her body begins to vibrate. She likes that we might get caught. “God, I fucking love you,” I say as I fuck her harder, faster. There is a certain thrill to possibly getting caught balls-deep in your fiancée outside your bar. As exhilarating as it is, none of these fuckers get to see what’s mine. Not now, not ever.

“Killian,” Molly cries out as her orgasm builds. I cover her mouth with my hand, and she moans louder as she clenches around me like a vise.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I drop my forehead to hers as I pump my cum into her.

“Do you think I have time to clean up?” she asks as I pull out.

I fix her underwear. “Don’t.”

She looks at me, her eyes wide.

“I want to think about how your panties are covered in our cum as we fly across the country. Until we’re married, that’s how your pussy is going to stay—dripping.”

“We aren’t going to make it the entire plane ride, are we?” Her face is flushed as she seems to consider the logistics.

“I might have a plan or two up my sleeve.” I lick my fingers clean and groan. I wish I had time for a preflight snack. Sean is walking towards us. “We better get going, future Mrs. Murphy. We don’t want to miss our flight.”

“No, that would be a shame.” She gives me a mischievous grin that says she has an idea or two of her own. “Are you ready to start our happily ever after?” She hooks her arm with mine as we walk over to her brother’s car.

I stop, gripping her chin and forcing her to look at me. “We already have,” I say, and she blushes as I lean forward to press my lips to hers.

---