Page 63 of Mind Pucked

“What do you mean?” I ask softly.

“Just lean back and relax, baby,” Jackson whispers as his hand trails higher up my thigh, pushing up the hem of my skirt. “You’re going to enjoy this, I’m sure of it. I know I will.”

“Jackson, what are you doing? She’s right in the back seat,” I protest quietly as I try to push his hand away. “We have to be responsible adults. We can’t fool around with your child in the car.”

“That just means you’ll have to be quiet for me, princess,” he says as his fingers slide higher, brushing the fabric of my panties.

I gasp and squirm in my seat. I slide down a little and let my legs fall open as he continues to rub me over my panties.

“You like this, don’t you, Amelia? You’re getting so worked up already,” he murmurs as he starts rubbing faster.

My head falls back against the headrest. The feeling of his fingers on me is heightened by the fact that my eyes are closed and I can’t see what he’s doing. I try to keep my breathing even so my panting doesn’t wake Hayden. I bite my lip to keep from moaning as his finger slips under the lace of my panties and in between my slippery folds.

I wiggle in my seat as he slowly rubs his finger against my wetness. I clamp a hand over my mouth to keep myself from yelling out.

“Good girl, you’re being so quiet for me. Keep being quiet and I’ll make you feel so good,” he whispers low.

I haven’t seen this side of him since we’ve been together. The only place I’ve seen him dominate anything is on the ice. I’m getting so turned on by his behavior that I’m finding it hard to control my moans. I shove my fist in my mouth as he circles my clit slowly.

“Jackson, I’m not going to be able to stay quiet. It feels too good,” I whisper as I grip the door handle. “Please, Jackson. I can’t.”

I’m trying so hard not to make a sound, but a soft whimper escapes me as he pushes his finger in and pulls it back out of me. My hands are on the window and ceiling of the car as if they’re the only things tethering me to my body while he pushes another finger into my dripping entrance. I clench my eyes closed as I concentrate on staying quiet. I know I have to do what I can to keep from waking Hayden, but the things Jackson is doing to mefeel too good and it’s so hard to stay as quiet as he wants me to be.

“Jackson.” I whisper his name like a prayer.

“You have to stay quiet, baby. You can do it,” he encourages as he slides into me again.

His fingers push in deeper, and I wonder how he’s able to keep driving without swerving while keeping his fingers so deep inside me. I gasp again and he shoves them deeper, curling them to hit the spot that makes me see stars.

“Jackson…please,” I beg, knowing I’m going to scream if he doesn’t stop torturing that spot.

“Come on, just a little more. You can be quiet, princess. I know you can. I feel you tightening around my fingers, baby. You’re getting there.” His voice is so low it almost sounds like a growl.

I gasp and bite back a moan as I feel the tendrils of my climax weave their way through my lower belly, the pleasure building as he moves his fingers in and out of me in a steady rhythm.

“You feel so good on my fingers. I can tell you’re close—you’re squeezing them,” he marvels as he keeps pumping his fingers in and out.

I whisper his name like a prayer as he sends me over the edge, and I shatter on his fingers. My legs shake as he keeps moving his fingers until the last aftershock. Then he slowly pulls his fingers out of me and licks my slickness off of them with a grin. I smile at him as I adjust my panties and skirt.

“I didn’t picture you to be the kind of guy to do something like that,” I say.

“Why not?” he asks, a curious look on his face.

“The only thing I’ve ever seen you dominate is the ice, Jackson,” I say with a chuckle.

“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet, sweetheart,” he tells me, his eyes never leaving the road.

I grin and we settle into a comfortable silence until we get to our Airbnb, which is close to the Cincinnati Zoo. We check in and take our bags into the house, and I look around in awe at the amazing carpentry that has made the house what it is. Hardwood floors shine and the baseboards have intricate designs on them. Jackson carries in a still-sleeping Hayden and lays her on the bed in the room across from ours.

“Hey, listen, I need to talk to you for a minute please,” he says softly as he leads me into the room that will be ours.

I sit on the edge of the bed, and he sits down beside me, turning his body to face me. He takes my hands in his.

“I don’t want you to take this the wrong way or anything, but my parents are coming, and they don’t know that we’re together yet,” he says, pausing to look at me.

My heart twists in my chest at his words. Why hasn’t he told them about me? Is he ashamed of me?

“Where’s your head at, Amelia? What are you thinking?” he asks me.

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