Page 54 of Pinkie Promise

I give her a couple more strokes of tongue before pulling back to look at her on the counter. Her jumper is covering my hands, so I can’t see myself as I work her, and I press my face into her neck when I realise that she’s going to have car grease all over her breasts.

“I wanted you to touch me like this last night,” she whispers shyly, making my damn temples throb. I lick a thick hot stripe up the sweet curve of her throat.

“Wanted me to touch your tits, like this, in my bed?” I laugh in disbelief, shaking my head. “Wouldn’t have been able to stop.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t have wanted you to.”

“Don’t have any condoms,” I remind her.

“Maybe I wouldn’t have w–”

I crash my mouth back down on hers, claiming her lips on a possessive grunt. I give her breasts a domineering squeeze before rasping, “You on the pill?”

The red-cheeked look that she gives me tells menowithout any damn words.

“Fuck.” I drop my hands from under her jumper so that I can cup her delicate jaw and start giving her some kisses that aren’t fucking unhinged.

I kiss her gentle and sweet, groaning when she rubs her chest up against mine.

“That’s real nice,” I murmur, shifting my belt buckle a good few inches to the side. Then I inhale a chest-swelling breath and tear my eyes away from her, steadying her by the hips so that we can cool off before she leaves.

I look unseeingly out at the front of the shop, grateful for the miserable weather because it means that no-one’s on the streets. Although we’re obscured in the office nook I feel guilty as shit that anyone could have walked in here right now and seen Fallon in this position.

I swallow hard and say, “Sorry, I lose my mind when I’m with you. I… I’ve never been like this before.”

Fallon’s fingertip traces a pattern over the swell of my pecs and I look down to watch her. “Me neither,” she says on a frown. She doesn’t seem too pleased by her emotions and the thought that she might want to fight this scares the hell out of me.

We both hear the door at the back click quietly open and I turn around to see Colton enter the shop. His eyes are boring holes into the ground because he can sense that there’s still a pretty chick in the room.

He glances up for half a second, just to make sure, and when he sees Fallon’s knees hitched tight around my hips his tan face turns bright red, and he pretends to do something over on the far bench.

“He looks like you,” Fallon whispers, making me smile as I look down at her. “Is that why he’s your favourite?”

Now I’m really grinning. “You think I’m that shallow?”

In a moment of playful confidence Fallon fluffs up her hair and says, “Well, you are seeing me aren’t you?”

I smirk and press a hard kiss to her lips. Having her acknowledge that what we’re doing here isactuallyhappening is the confirmation that I’ve been needing. I might actually be able to get some sleep tonight.

“Damn right I am,” I murmur as I help her down from the desk, and then I turn her around so that her back is to my front. She leads the way to the front of the garage and tugs my arms tightly around her waist.

It’s not quite blowing a gale but the weather isn’t pretty so I grab my jacket from the wall and shove it over her shoulders when we reach the entrance.

She laughs and tries to shrug it off. I end up zipping her into it without even getting her arms into the sleeves. I pull the hood up over her head and the wind knocks it straight off.

She manages to wiggle her arms into place and I bite my lip as I take in the sight of her. If Colton wasn’t already scarred for life on the other side of the garage I would have tugged her into me again so that I could give her a couple more kisses.

“Looks good,” I grunt. “Can I give you a lift back to the condo?”

“You’re busy, it’s fine.”

“Colton can hold the fort,” I tell her but she’s already back-stepping so quickly that I have to grab her and pull her back to me. I give her hips a squeeze and she shudders lightly. “Text me when you’re home?”

She pauses briefly on the word ‘home’ but then she relaxes and finally nods. I grip her jaw in one of my hands and press a kiss against her lips.

“I’ll call you tonight and we can work out a training schedule, okay?”

She does a cute shrug. “Sure. Maybe I should send you a video of one of my past training sessions so that you’ll have some idea of what I’ll want you to be doing with me.”

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