Page 133 of The Love Destroyers

“You only get to watch,” she says, her voice low and husky, lighting my blood on fire.

“You’re doing this to me, really?” I ask, even though I kind of want her to. I also desperately want to fuck her out here in the backseat of my car, the way I’ve dreamed about.

Her answer is to reach down and touch herself, her fingers circling. Her hips buck up, and my mouth dries into a desert. Probably because every fluid in my body has evacuated to my dick. Ho-ly shit.

“Can I touch myself?”

“Yes,” she says. “Yes. Give me something good to look at.” Her voice is heated as she slides one finger into the sweet wonderland between her legs, and thank God she said yes, because I’ve never been this turned on before in my life.

I unbutton and unzip my pants, shoving them down. I move my hand over my dick as I watch her. Her eyes are glazed and needy as she stares up at me, her mouth moving as she releases little sighs and gasps. My breathing is erratic just from looking at her, pulse pounding wildly, jaw tense. She adds another finger, tipping her head back against the pillow. I’m a desperate man, my hand moving feverishly. I need to kiss her throat and graze my teeth against it. I need to slide into her and drive in deep. My hand isn’t doing it when my dick knows well and good what it’s missing—the absolute feast laid out before it.

“You’re driving me nuts,” I say through puffs of air as she continues to thrust her fingers.

Emma takes it as an invitation to drive me crazier and reaches up with her other hand to squeeze the swell of her bra. Her back arcs up and another breathy little sound escapes her.

“Are you going to come, Em? Tell me what’s happening. Tell me what it feels like to fuck yourself in front of your boyfriend and drive him crazy with desire for you.”

She bucks her hips again as she moves her fingers. “It feels so good…knowing you’re watching.”

A car whistles past on the road, making the pine boughs rustle, and my dick gets even harder.

I take a half step closer, then stop, soaking her in—the blue dress, hiked up to her waist, her dark hair loose against the pillow. Her red-painted lips parted. I watch her fingers thrust in and out, mesmerized. They’re slick with her desire.

“It felt good to me, too, baby. But it feels even better when I’m inside you. Please. I’m begging you, Emma. I need you.”

That need is a near constant, but right now, it’s actually painful—so bad that I might die if I can’t be inside of her. She’s on birth control, so we don’t need condoms anymore. There’s nothing stopping me from sliding into her right here and now. Nothing so long as she tells me I can.

“You’re begging?” she asks, her tone slightly teasing. “I like the sound—ah—of that.”

“I’mbegging.”

She pushes forward on the seat, putting a leg on either side of me. “Take me over the edge, Seamus. I want to go with you.”

I pull her legs toward me, and she wraps them around my waist as I push into her with one brutal thrust. She arcs her head back onto the seat, moaning. “Just like that.”

I thrust in a few times, lifting her by the legs to meet my dick, loving the sight of her splayed out in my favorite place in theworld, her hair streaming out behind her. It feels like the ground is quaking beneath my feet, like everything around us couldn’t help but be affected by the heat we’re building between us. But I want more of her than I can reach like this, and I get in the car with her, my dick still buried inside of her.

She laughs into my mouth as I kiss her hard, thrusting in again, my body nearly falling off the seat. “There’s no room for you,” she says against my mouth. “You’re too big.”

“My legs can stay outside as long as the important part is in here.” My feet are against the dirt at the side of the car, and I use them for momentum as I thrust into her again, harder, and capture the sound she makes in my mouth.

Her hands find my hair and tug at it as she kisses me back frantically, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts. I can tell she’s close now that I’ve learned all the signs. I pull all the way out, her eyes getting wide and pissed off, and then plunge in deep, so damn deep. She squeezes around me like a vise, making sweet sounds, and I feel myself going over the edge with her. One more thrust and I’m there, my feet still on the dirt, my dick buried deep inside of her under the hem of that maddening dress. I hold my weight up with one arm on the floor of my car, lifting up enough that I can look at her. Not ready to pull out yet.

“I love you,” I say, the words no longer willing to be held at bay.

“Of course you say it while you’re inside of me,” she says, but her eyes are shining up at me, and I know she’s pleased. If she’s not ready to say it back, I can live with that. What she just did shows me how she feels.

“What better time?” I ask, leaning in to kiss her lightly on the lips. “I could have said it a million times by now, and I’ve wanted to. But somehow this felt right.”

I start to pull out, but she holds me still with one hand to my back. I peer into her eyes, and she says, “I love you too. More than I ever thought I could love someone.”

I tuck hair behind her ear and kiss the side of her face. “I told you we started out the new year right.”

EPILOGUE

TWO-AND-HALF YEARS LATER

Emma

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