Page 126 of Play Pretend

“It’s my favorite restaurant in town.” I rested my head against the headrest, watching as a couple strolled across the lot to the front door. He hummed as he reached across the bench seat to rest his hand on my thigh.

It had been a few hours since the burnt pan incident, and he was back to his usual self. Calm, steady. Ronan.

Bob Dylan played through the truck speakers as I rolled the window down, the fresh air coating my skin, filling my lungs. A smile curved my lips as I mouthed the words of the song, peace settling over me.

It was perfect—almost enough for me to forget about tomorrow.

But it was still there, crowding the edges of my mind. I wanted to ignore it. I wanted to pretend like tomorrow was going to be just another day.

I needed a distraction.

I turned my attention to Ronan, his hand still on my thigh, the other one slung over the steering wheel. He felt me staring at him and quickly glanced my way.

“What?” he laughed, and I shook my head.

“You just…” I ran my lip through my teeth. “You look good.”

And hedid.

His black shirt was almost too small, clinging to his chest and biceps, showing off every one of his muscles. It made my mouth water, made my legs press together. I wrapped my hand around his and slowly dragged it up my thigh.

“Baby—” He choked on the word as I pressed it underneath my dress.

“I want you,” I whispered, gasping as his fingers brushed over my panties.

“I’m driving,” he rasped, his throat bobbing. “Baby, we can’t. I’m—I’m driving.” He kept glancing my way as I used his fingers to press my damp panties against my pussy. “Holy fuck.Willow.”

“Please,” I whimpered. “It feels so good.”

I rested my head against the headrest again as I spread my legs wider. He let me manipulate his fingers, hooking them under the elastic band and tugging my panties to the side. He groaned as I found my clit with his fingertips, grinding my hips against him.

“Ro,” I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut. His fingers moved on their own, rubbing my clit hard and fast, until my stomach tightened. “I’m coming.” I gripped his wrist, holding his hand where I wanted it as he moved faster.

“Fuck, baby. Come for me,” he commanded. “Come on my fingers.”

His hand shook as he adjusted his grip on the steering wheel. My nails dug into his skin, and I lifted my hips, pressing harder into his fingers as he moved them faster. Moans and whimpers fell from my lips, over and over, desperate for release.

The truck came to a stop as a long, low moan left me. My orgasm shot through me, hard and fast, and my body trembled with every wave of pleasure. I held onto his hand, onto the door, trying to keep myself from falling off the edge of the world.

It felt sogood. I didn’t know if it was because I was forcing his fingers to move exactly the way I wanted them to, or if it was because we were in the truck and anyone could see us. I didn’t know, and I didn't care, because all I cared about was how amazing it felt.

As I came back to earth, my heart still pounding and breathing harsh, I let my eyes open again. I turned my attention to him again, finding him staring at me with wide, heated eyes.It was dark in the truck, but we were home, parked under the massive tree in the front yard, secluded from the street.

Shakily, I unbuckled my seatbelt and shifted onto my knees. “Willow?—”

I ignored him as I crawled across the bench seat, resting my hand on his thigh. “If you don’t want this, just say no,” I murmured, dragging my fingers along the rough denim of his jeans. “But I want to taste you. I want to feel you in my mouth.”

His head fell back. “Fuck,” he breathed.

Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to his neck, his stubble rough against them. I trailed kisses along his warm skin, the faint scent of smoke from earlier still clinging to him. His body was tense and trembled under my touch. My teeth moved to his earlobe, and I gently nipped at it.

My hand moved higher, skimming across the hardness under his jeans, and settled on the button. I fumbled with it for only a moment before it opened. The zipper was almost too loud in the truck as I dragged it down, the teeth vibrating against him. He groaned, and the veins in his neck strained.

“You need to pull your jeans down,” I murmured, trailing my fingers along the elastic waistband of his boxers. He wasted no time dragging his jeans and boxers down his thighs, letting his thick cock free.

My ass rose in the air as I lowered my mouth to his cock. It was hard and red, with thick veins circling it. I ran my thumb over the head as precum seeped from the tip.

“Baby,” he said, his voice strained, his hand resting on my back. “Please.”

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