Page 51 of The Love Wager

“Oh yeah?” I ask, looking toward her as I accidentally take the wheel in the direction my eyes have turned.

Indie screams, grabbing and yanking the wheel back toward the road as we bump along reflectors on the side of the street that warn us we’re about to disembark.

“Well, we won’t if you don’t stay on the road.”

“Sorry. I’m a little distracted.”

“Trust me. I get that.” Her husky tone returns as we pull onto the property and follow the tips of glowing sticks in a few attendants’ hands that are parking guests in a field to the right of the massive barn used for the reception.

Once we’re parked and a few moments tick by, the people in the surrounding cars having already walked up to the party, I find Indie’s knee with my right hand sliding upward.

“Brooks,” she warns halfheartedly.

“Yes?”

“We can’t. We’re meant to be inside.”

“I can’t go in there knowing how wet you are, Indie. Plus, it’s my last night with you.”

“Our last night,” she breathes as if using my harebrained excuse to part her thighs and allow me entrance to her heated apex.

She leans back in the seat as I slide her panties to the side. She looks around to ensure we’re not found out the entire time.The attendants have moved on to parking people in the row they’re creating behind us, and the cars around us are empty. I’d never let anyone see her exposed, but I can’t deny that the idea of someone happening upon us sends a thrill down my spine.

“Brooks.” This time, it’s not a warning. It’s a needy plead.

“I’ve got you, red.” Sliding two fingers inside her as she lifts for me, I press in the best I can at the angle we’re at, crooking my fingers upward to rub against the spot that’s sure to make my girl go off.

I try to ignore what even thinking of her as my girl does to my insides as my heart skips a beat.

Her moan rolls through the cab, stroking my ego as my erection presses painfully against the godforsaken tailored suit pants she’s been blatantly admiring all afternoon. My jacket is long gone, and my tie is loose around my neck.

“It’s not enough. I need more,” Indie says, and the knowledge has me wanting to open the door and pull her out with me.

I can smell her, feel her. I’m too greedy to be inside her to race her to the meadow in the dark. Too keyed up to even find the fucking place.

“Straddle me.” I pull my fingers out of her, shoving them in my mouth to taste her as she hikes her dress up to listen.

Fuck, I feel like a teenager all over again. A girl in my truck. Parked somewhere I shouldn’t be.

Indie reaches for my belt and button before I can do so myself and pulls my cock free, sliding her soft hand over it a few times.

I swear she does it on purpose to watch what she does to me because her eyes lock on mine as mine grow heady, moans spilling from my lips as she teases me.

“Indie.” It’s my turn to beg and plead with her not to taunt me more than I can handle.

Fuck, I can’t get enough of her.

We’re more than late, we’ll probably arrive after Taylor and Spencer, and they’ll kick our ass for doing so, but once Indie seats herself on my dick, sliding down it as a moan decorates the surrounding air, I don’t fucking care.

“God,” I groan, gripping her hips as she works up to a rhythm that’ll have us both coming in no time.

She crashes her lips to mine, and my foot accidentally hits the gas, revving the engine. Leaning forward, I turn the engine off as Indie groans from the angle change. She’s determined to come and do so quickly.

“Fuck, red. You feel so goddamned good.” I nip her jaw as I work my lips back around to find hers in a lazy kiss, and I give what I can from beneath her.

“We shouldn’t be out here still,” she says, her eyes tearing from mine, looking up at the barn we’re supposed to be inside.

“You’re right. We shouldn’t. So hurry the fuck up and come for me. Then I’ll take you inside and twirl you around the dance floor all night before I fuck you senseless again.”

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