Page 86 of The Love Bandits

But I won’t get to see the look on her face, not fully.

I need to see her.

I need to experience this with her, all the way.

I need to feel her clutch around me, to see her face twist with pleasure and know that I was the lucky asshole who got to give it to her.

So I pull out and whirl her around so she’s facing me. My jeans are down around my thighs, uncomfortable as hell, but I could give a shit about anything but being inside her. Her legs instantly splay open for me, and I stalk in between them, guiding her onto the hood, her back against the still-hot metal. She cinches her legs around my waist as I stroke in again, fast because I need to get back inside of her, then lean in to capture her mouth. Her arms wrap around me, her hands burying into my hair as she sucks on my lips. I press in again and again, barely aware of where we are—of anything but the feeling of her around me. It’s blissful. It’s…

“Jake,” she whispers raggedly in my ear. “I’m going to come.”

And I pull back a little as I stroke into her again, feeling the first pulses around me—the feeling almost painful because I need to come too, but I can’t until she’s all the way there. Her eyes close, her head tips back against the hood, and she’s so beautiful, so beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before or will probably experience again that it almost brings me to my knees.

“That’s it, hellcat. That’s it,” I murmur, continuing with the same rhythm that got her here, hard and deep. So deep inside of her.

Her eyes flutter open, and her hands grab my back, pulling me farther down onto the hood, her fingers clawing me like she’s become her nickname. “Jake.”

I can’t hold back anymore. As she clutches around me, pleasure rips through me, and I lean into her neck, biting her lightly as I fall over the edge into a kind of molten bliss I’ve never felt before in my whole life. A bliss that burns and scars, because I already know that after this I’m going to want only her.

Well, fuck.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

LAINEY

My whole body is dizzy and liquid with pleasure, even though the car’s hood is digging into me, and Jake is stretched out on top of me, his elbow planted on the metal to hold his weight. My mind is full of a million different things—so many of them that it would be impossible to fish just one thing to the surface—but I feelgood. Jake made me feel good, and I let him, and I’m glad. He’s looking down at me with the same kind of wonder I feel coursing through me.

“Wow,” I finally say.

And he laughs, pinging his fingers against the hood, his dick still buried inside of me.

“Why are you laughing, you jerk?” I say, shoving his arm, but I’m laughing while I say it, because…well…wow.

He leans in and kisses me softly, his hair brushing my face, then pulls back a little and grins. “Because you really are a hellcat. I’m going to have scabs across my back.”

“You’re still inside of me,” I say, my voice coming out breathy.

“I don’t think I want to leave. I may want to stay in here for the rest of my life.”

This time, I pull him in for a kiss—

And then I hear a distant tapping sound, followed by a—

I shove him away. From the look in his eyes, he heard it too—and he pulls out, groaning a little at the sensation, and then tugs on his pants. He barely manages to get them up by the time the door to the stairwell creaks open. I pushed my dress down, but I’m still sitting on the hood of the car while he’s standing in front of me.

It’ll look odd, although admittedly less odd than if he were buried inside of me.

Joy steps out of the stairwell door, smiling broadly when she sees us.

“Yoo-hoo,” she says, lifting her hand in a jaunty wave.

Of courseit’s someone we know.

She walks over without hesitation. If she thinks it’s odd that we’re hanging out on the hood of my car under a light that’s guttered out, it doesn’t show.

Jake shoots me a glance, then reaches out to help me up as Joy gets close. I expect him to release my hand, but instead he weaves his fingers through mine. I’m undone by this small gesture.

Joy beams at him. “Oh, I could just tell there was something special blooming between you two. Rosie told me you’ve already moved in together in Marshall. Lovely place. Some people would say it’s too fast, but when you know, you know. Why, I knew the second I saw my Mortimer. Bald as a cue ball, but his love line went clear across his palm. Oh, but he was abeautifulman. Not much to look at from the outside, I’ll grant you, but he had the kind of beauty that really matters. We were soulmates. My good friend from the teashop told me so. Every time she read our leaves, she saw a heart. Every time.”

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