Page 121 of Finding Hope

“Tomorrow?”

“Anytime. I’ll make time for you.”

“Are you…” I haven’t felt so incredibly dumb since I was in seventh grade and crushing on a boy at school. “Are you my boyfriend, Jack? Is that what we are?”

He nods softly. “I’m anything you want me to be.” He kisses me again. “I’ll meet your family. I’ll be respectful. I’ll brush my hair. I’ll work on damage control to smooth over that time my brother hit yours.”

My stomach flips. “He threw him across a club. And knocked him out. Over a girl.”

“I’ll bring chocolates. And sedatives.”

“Jack!”

“I’m your boyfriend, Bambie. And you’re my girl.” He kisses the corner of my mouth. My jaw. Then he begins nibbling on my earlobe. “I’ll fix it. Whatever needs fixing.” He bites down on my ear and has the air bursting from my lungs. “Watching you do that tonight was so fucking sexy.”

Smiling, shivering, with my work done here, with the answer I was hoping for, I relax into the leather seat and let him work my body. “I might’ve been hamming it up for you.”

His fingers come down to the hem of my shorts. “It was sexy.” He walks them along my skin, then dips them just below the leather to play and tease. “It was so damn sexy. If my family wasn’t there, I might’vefigured out a way to fuck you on a skateboard. I’m thinking we could definitely fuck on the halfpipe.”

Shivering in his arms, I melt under his lips, his words, his fingers. “We could probably make that happen.”

“Ever had sex in a car before, Bambie?” He slides his tongue along my lips, but freezes and looks into my eyes. “If the answer is yes, then lie to me. This is gonna be one ofthoserelationships; you can lie about that stuff. Make me feel better.”

My laughter turns to a hum as his hand comes up to cup my breast. “No, I haven’t had sex in a car before.”Truth. “But it’s on my bucket list.”Also true.

He smirks, so sexy he has my thighs clenching. He’s barely even touched me, and yet, the moisture pools between my legs. “I could help you with that. Any other bucket list items I could help you with?”

“Let’s start with this one. Fuck me in your car.”

“Yeah…” He kisses my neck again.

“Fuck meonyour car.”

“Mmhmm.”

“Fuck me against your car.”

He nods and bites my chin. Squeezing my tit in his big hand, my breath starts coming faster.

“Yeah Bambie. In, on, against.”

“Uh-huh,” I hum blissfully.

“Now.”

“Yeah.”

In what seems like the blink of an eye, Jack has his seat moved back and his hands on my hips. Picking me up as though I weigh nothing more than feathers, he sets me on his lap so my legs squeeze into the gaps on either side of him. Straddling him, I dive in and take his lips with mine.

“These teeny tiny shorts,” he mumbles. Squeezing my ass, he pulls me against his hard as steel cock. “You had me rocking a boner for hours tonight, Bambie. I’ve wanted to sink my dick inside you foraaaaaaages.”

Groaning, my mind is already half convinced he’s inside me. Just the mental imagery alone is enough to have me groaning and panting and grinding down on to his lap.

Still in training shorts – no belt, no jeans, nothing more than cotton and ease – I grind against him and pleasure myself.

“You wanna start in the car, Bambie? Out? On? Fuck, I’ll take you under the car if that’s all you’ll offer me.”

Giggling, I slide a hand between us. Using just two fingers, I dip them into his shorts and stroke the tip of his cock.

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