Page 18 of The Relationship Mechanic

Vini’s breaths came faster as she followed Jessica’s rhythm. Wet slurping sounds filled the cab, interspersed by Vini’s moans of pleasure. She reached her other hand down to grip one of Jessica’s squeezing tightly with each wave of pleasure that crashed over her. When Jessica’s tongue darted over her hole, she hitched a breath only letting out when she was breeched. That slide in was debilitating, and Vini couldn’t stop herself from arching into it and groaning deep. She tossed her head to the side ignoring the dull pain from thumping it against the door when a finger entered along with it.

“There you go, baby,” Jessica exhaled hot breath hitting Vini’s cunt and making her twitch. “Just enjoy it.”

“I am,” Vini panted. “Fuck, I am.”

“Love it when you curse,” Jessica said her voice full of amusement and barely contained heat. It had deepened and slid over Vini’s skin lighting her up and pushing her arousal higher. Jessica’s normal voice wasn’t particularly deep, but now when it was full of want and barely contained desire, it was music to Vini’s ears. When Jessica leaned back in, pressing her tongue deep again, Vini cried out softly before clutching the back of Jessica’s head as she tried not to come apart.

Time meant nothing. Daylight could have passed completely and Vini wouldn’t have noticed. All she knew was heat and slick pleasure as Jessica ate her fill, her tongue pressing along with her fingers until Vini didn’t know what it was like to be empty. When those wicked fingers twisted, Vini clenched and sucked in a breath. As much as she wanted to hold on, there was no way to fight her release when Jessica’s other hand came up and her fingers brushed across Vini’s engorged clitoris.

Back strung tight as a bow, Vini lost all sense of meaning. All she could hear was the muted sound of her own cries over the rush of blood in her ears. When she finally collapsed back against the seat, it took her a moment to realize she had closed her eyes at some point. Her face was dotted with sweat and Jessica was no longer down between her legs but instead leaning over her while whispering how good Vini was and how sexy she sounded when she came. If not for having just had her brain leak out of her ears, Vini would have been able to say something sweetly sensual in response. Instead, her mouth chose that moment to send it all crashing down.

“My dad invited you to Thanksgiving.”

Ten

Jessica was stressed. No, she was more than stressed.Stressedwas when she had to show up with her mother on the red carpet and she knew people would question why a grown-ass woman was still tagging along with her mom to work.

This was beyond that.

Maybe it wasn’t the smartest to keep this thing with Vini going. Sure, it had helped to pass the time the past two weeks, and she had yet to get bored around the other woman, despite still not being able to answer how much oil a car should have, but still. The multiple orgasms couldn’t make up for the fact that Jessica had been invited to a holiday with the family of the woman she was secretly boning. This had to be the Guinness World Record for the Worst Idea in the History of Bad Ideas. Yet, it still didn’t explain why Grace was trying to rush her along to get dressed. Was Jessica being punked?

“Why the hell are you still in pajamas?”

“Because they’re comfortable.” Jessica gestured to her frame and the dark gray sweats and top she had on. “Plus I look good in gray, and you know it.”

Grace waved her off before walking over to Jessica’s suitcase and flipping it open. “You look good in everything. Still doesn’t explain why the hell you aren’t dressed.” She lifted a teal blouse out of the suitcase and tilted her head before throwing it Jessica’s way. “Put this on. It looks good against your skin.”

Jessica caught the garment with a huff. “I know it does. That’s why I bought it.” When Grace threw a pair of dark-wash jeans at her, she snatched them out of the air before they could hit the floor. “What the hell, Grace? I hadn’t planned doing much of anything today so I could rest up for our trip to Miami this weekend. What’s the big deal?”

Grace turned to her, hands planted on her hips. Her expression was one Jessica was sure her students saw a lot of. It saidno nonsense, but Jessica had always been a terrible student. She tossed the clothes onto the unmade bed. Grace’s eyes glittered as her lips turned down in a scowl.

“Pick up those clothes, take a shower and get your ass dressed. You are coming to this meal if I have to carry you out myself.”

“You can’t possibly expect me to go,” Jessica said her voice rising slightly. When Vini had mentioned it to her last week, Jessica was shocked. She had mumbled noncommittally before diving back into a kiss to keep Vini from mentioning it again. They had seen each other every other day since then, but Vini hadn’t brought it up again, so Jessica took it as a fluke. It wasn’t that she wasn’t appreciative. She was. Southern hospitality had definitely been a real and present thing since coming to Peach Blossom, and if the invitation had come from any of the other random townspeople, Vini would have entertained it in the spirit of niceness it was offered. But this was Vini. She and Vini were casually fucking. There was no way she could show up to Vini’s house and sit there in front of her family like she didn’t know exactly what it sounded like when Vini cried out her name or the way her eyelids fluttered when she was about to come.

No, showing up could only lead to trouble.

“I don’t even know them,” Jessica emphasized. This wasn’t like hanging out with Grace’s parents. She had known them for years, and they always invited her to spend time with them when she was stateside. The only thing she really knew about Vini’s family was that they didn’t really know about her and that they were all overprotective. “Isn’t it rude as a guest to invite a guest?”

“You were invited already,” Grace countered.

“But I didn’t say I was going,” Jessica pointed out, hoping that would be enough to end the conversation. Her hopes were dashed when Grace’s phone rang and she answered it.

“Hey, babe,” Grace said her dark brown eyes never leaving Jessica. “Yeah, I’m here picking her up. She’s stressing out about what to wear.”

Jessica could faintly hear laughing on the other end of the line followed by some muffled words. She could only assume Grace was talking to Ava. Knowing that Vini wasn’t the only one asking after her was enough to make her feel slightly guilty. She had been operating off the idea that Vini was only inviting her because of their meetups. But what if it wasn’t even her to begin with? What if her family was genuinely trying to be nice? Jessica knew it was rude to not accept kindness when offered, especially given she was alone in town. Maybe Vini’s family just didn’t want to leave her at the inn.

Grace’s chuckling brought Jessica out of her head and dropped her arms by her sides. “All right, I’ll tell her. We should be there within the hour. Yeah, you too.” After Grace hung up, she raised an eyebrow at Jessica. “See? The Williamses want you to come. Ava said they felt bad since they had invited me and didn’t realize you would have been all alone for the day. They’re good people.”

“I never said they weren’t,” Jessica protested. She turned and looked out the window as she tried to figure out what to say that wouldn’t give away the real reason she was so resistant to going. “I just didn’t want to overstep.”

Grace shook her head, her smile small and gentle. She walked over to Jessica and put her hands on Jessica’s shoulders. “You wouldn’t be. And besides, you would be doing me a favor. This will be the first holiday I’ve spent with Ava and her family. Having you there would keep me from being so nervous.”

That was news to Jessica. She hadn’t realized that she might not be the only one worried about the dinner. When she looked closer, she could see the strain in Grace’s face: she was worried. Jessica didn’t understand why. From everything Vini had mentioned, Grace was well-liked by her sisters and dad. But, if it made Grace feel better to have her there, Jessica could suck up her discomfort for one night. It would probably keep her mother off her back too if Jessica told her she was spending Thanksgiving with a family in town rather than in her suite by herself.

With a groan of defeat, Jessica gave in. “You so owe me for this.”

Grace smiled wide. “Do this for me and you can have my first born.”

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