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Just checking.

“Play with your clit, little one. Play with it like you’d play with hers,” I say as I slip my fingers back inside her.

She obeys me instantly, her fingers moving expertly against herself as she cries out and bucks her hips.

“Fuck! I love it.”

“She’s so wet for you. Practically dripping,” I say as I pump my fingers in and out of her. “What are you gonna do?”

Her breaths are choppy, her voice shaky as she speaks.

“I’m gonna make her com-me. I’m gonna…gonna…fuck!” she moans as her orgasm crashes into her.

Wave after wave of pleasure hits her as she groans and squirms in the seat, not settling down for at least thirty seconds before she lets out a shaky breath and closes her eyes.

I watch her with a hunger fueled look, my cock already stiff as a fucking board.

“Please,” I beg. “Please make that fantasy a reality someday, little one.”

She lets out a lighthearted laugh as I pull my fingers out of her, and she pulls up her leggings. She doesn’t say no, but that laugh definitely wasn’t a yes. I pop my fingers into my mouth and begin sucking off her taste, savoring it for the remaining few miles we have.

Chapter Twenty Eight

Skyla

When Wesley exits, I have no idea where we are or what we’re doing. Honestly, it could just be that I’m still in a post-orgasm haze. I’ve never had a more enjoyable car ride and probably never will.

He pulls off to the side of the road and parks, reaching into the center console to grab a pair of snow gloves. Now that we aren’t moving, I can see how quickly the snow is falling, and I can’t help but smile.

“Where are we going?” I ask as he hands me the gloves.

“Just come on,” he says as he adjusts his pants once more before opening the door, jogging around the front of the car to grab mine.

I slip on the gloves over my cotton ones as he tucks my arm through his and begins walking me down the street. He begins trying to match my pace as I match his before we begin gently pushing each other and laughing. It’s so easy to spend time with Wesley. He has this very protective and strong nature, but it can just as easily melt away, leaving space for this other lighthearted and goofy side.

A few more steps and, I finally understand why we are here. Dozens and dozens of food trucks block the road, hundreds of people moving from truck to truck with baskets full of food. My eyebrows raise as I look up to Wesley and smile.

“What is this?” I ask.

“The seventh annual food truck fair.” He grins.

Of course, why didn’t I think of it before? There was no way Wesley’s idea of a first date wasn’t going to include hordes of food. My perpetual snacker.

We move through the walkways for a bit before stopping at a street taco truck. We both order two and start munching when we come across a falafel truck. Wesley orders us one to share and that’s pretty much how we spend the next two hours. We laughed, cracked jokes, told stories about us growing up and ate. My God, did we eat.

The portions aren’t huge, thank goodness, but still, after the apple cinnamon churro, the strawberry cheesecake on a stick, chili dog, onion ring tower, and deep-fried cheese wedge, yep, you read that right, I can hardly walk.

Slowly, I practically waddle over to a bench beneath a twinkle lit gazebo. It overlooks the river, and I smile as I stare out over it, my stomach and heart equally stuffed. Wesley takes a seat beside me, wrapping his arm around my waist in an attempt to hold me closer to him.

My eyes instinctually look around.

“Shouldn’t we be careful?” I ask.

He shakes his head and smiles. “I’ve got us covered. Don’t worry.”

I open my mouth to ask how but decide maybe it’s better if I don’t know. I’m starting to see the bright side to women being left out of things in the Brethren. It’s a hell of a lot less stressful.

“Thank you for today,” I smile. “It was a lot of fun.”

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