Page 30 of Time to Bounce

“There you go, baby,” he rasped.

I loved his voice.

I loved even more how he was just as into this as I was.

How he was so hard, and I could feel him so deep.

“Yes,” I breathed, throwing my head back so hard it knocked against the car.

He growled, his hand going up under my ass to angle my body how he wanted it.

When he had me exactly where he wanted me, he pulled almost all the way out of me, then slammed back in.

He fucked me hard—much harder than earlier. Our bodies slapped together in the darkness, and I could do nothing but take it when he fucked me fast.

“There you go, sweetheart, come for me,” he urged.

I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood as I held the scream inside as I fell apart around him.

He cursed, the harsh epithet leaving his lips against my ear as he lost control.

My ass screeched across the surface of the car, but neither one of us paid it any mind as he came.

“Fuck, baby,” he followed me up the hood, one knee beside my hip, and the other foot still on the ground. “That’s just how I want you.”

And then he was coming as well.

He was filling me full for the second time tonight, and I once again tried to tell myself that him coming inside me was the worst idea in the world.

When he was finished, and we were both resting on the hood of my car, him still inside me, his head resting on the glass of the windshield, he said, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

That’s what every woman wanted to hear moments after she had her mind blown.

I pushed him up and off of me, my eyes narrowing. “Why did you come here if you didn’t want that to happen?”

His eyes were harsh as he placed two fingers on my pussy and shoved them deep inside me.

I gasped, hating the way I wanted to ride those fingers.

He pushed those two fingers in and out of my pussy for a few short seconds before he pulled them out and offered them to my lips.

I sucked both fingers into my mouth and cleaned them.

He pulled them free, then caught my chin with his hand, those wet fingers pressing against my chin as he said, “Stay out of trouble, Athena.”

I scoffed.

Me? Get in trouble?

Yeah, right.

“I’ll try, Gable,” I said as I resituated my top.

He straddled his bike, turning his gaze to me, as he said, “Find me if you need me. But not at the bar, please.”

I bit my lip and nodded.

I would probably stay away.

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