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“Not tonight. Tonight I want you to come apart for me, just like this. I want you to come without this whole drive-in knowing I’ve got my fingers inside you.”

I whimpered, squirming as he pulled the fabric of my thong out of the way and his fingertip finally grazed my clit. The touch jolted through me, rocking me back into his now steel erection, and sending his breath gusting out of him.

As he moved his hand, fingers revolving in circles around my clit, but not touching it, his breathing steadied. “You didn’t believe me before when I said I’d never brought a woman on a date like this.”

He slipped a finger between my folds, curling it up inside me. The invasion stole my breath, and I shivered when he rubbed my clit with the slickness now covering his hand. I hoped he wasn’t expecting me to carry on this conversation. He’d given me one thing to focus on, and the more he touched me the more I doubted I’d be able to meet his demand. Speaking was entirely out of the question.

“But it’s true.” He panted, his breath quickening the same as his movements. “This is a first for both of us.” He paused, rotating his hips so I could feel the tip of his cock brush up against my back. I pushed back into him, pressing his erection between us, and he froze, a moan catching in his throat.

“You like having one of my firsts, too, beautiful?” I was losing track of how many times he’d called me that, but it did something to me every time he did. It wound through me like the orgasm he was stoking with every thrust of his fingers, every circle of his thumb. The man had expert hands and he was using them to unravel me in the same short order he had the first time in the pool.

“Yes,” I admitted, even though I couldn’t really think about what that really meant with him knuckles deep inside me. “I want to touch you,” I gasped, my nails digging into his thighs as I fought the urge to grab onto what I really wanted.

He sank his teeth into the flesh of my shoulder, biting down as he thrust into my pussy with gaining speed. “Me too, baby,” he whispered, sucking a line up my neck, and panting into my ear. “I want every part of you, Jill. Your hands, your mouth, this fucking tight pussy,” he nipped at my ear right as he pressed against my clit and my body bent, the orgasm so close my vision was going dark. “You want that?”

I mumbled incoherently, blinded by the need to come, the orgasm barreling toward me as he kept rubbing my clit in the same spot over and over. His hand never stopped moving, even as I felt Grady rocking behind me. His breath was coming out in choppy broken grunts and I could feel him starting to shake.

“Are you . . .” I couldn’t get the rest out, but I didn’t need to.

“Yes, come with me,” he hissed, his face buried in the crook of my neck as I shot over the edge.

I slammed my eyes shut, forcing my lips closed as the orgasm ripped through me. Grady ground into me from behind, his free arm banding around me as he pumped his hips once, twice, and then a deep aching groan shook through him as he came. Wet heat shot up my back as I fought to regain my breath, utterly convinced I’d never experienced anything so hot in my entire life.

CHAPTER 24

GRADY

Iwas never going to be able to watchJawsagain. It had always been a favorite but there was no way to unmarry the film from blowing a load now. And not just any load, one of the hardest orgasms I’d ever had without anyone even touching me. From the sound of Jill’s cry trapped in her throat, to the way her pussy had clamped around my fingers as she’d bucked against me. The minute I heard that ominousdun-dun…dun-dunfrom now on I was going to get an instant boner.

The napkins we’d gotten from the concession guy weren’t even close to enough to clean us up, and I felt bad Jill had to ride home with a wet spot on the back of her dress. She didn’t seem to mind though, her rosy cheeks and bright eyes flicking my way every few seconds as we drove home. She was still wearing that sly grin when I pulled up in front of her little cottage and hopped out to open her door.

“So,” she started, her eyes on the porch steps as she took them up. “If you never brought someone to a drive-in as a date . . .” she faded out, the question hanging between us.

I laughed, looking up at the stars as I remembered. “It was my freshman year of school. Lexi had been missing me, so when she and my folks flew out to Michigan for a visit that spring, I took her to one.” Glancing back over my shoulder at the truck, I shook my head. “No bed in the back that time though. Just a couple of lawn chairs and a truck I’d borrowed from a guy on the team who lived out there.”

“That’s really cute,” she said, her fingers playing with the bottom of her dress. “What did you see?”

“Ghostbusters.”

She bit her lip. “You really do like the classics, don’t you?”

I huffed, climbing up the steps to stand in front of her. “I guess so. Maybe I’m old fashioned.”

“Or just old,” she quipped, her little smirk disappearing when I darted a hand out and grabbed a handful of her dress.

Her eyes went wide as I yanked her toward me. “Keep calling me old, Jilly-fish. See where it gets you.”

Her teeth dragged along her bottom lip, the thing so fucking enticing I was practically hard again. “Will it get me the chance to return the favor?” she whispered, her hand sliding down my stomach to where my semi was growing eagerly to meet her touch.

I took a step, and then another, backing Jill up until she was pressed to the front door. “For someone who’s not into sports, you sure like keeping score.”

Her expression bent into a pout. “I just don’t want to be the only one getting off here.”

I laughed, the gust of air blowing the hair from her forehead. “I’m pretty sure the stain on your dress is a clear enough indication that I’m doing just fine.”

“You know what I mean,” she groaned.

She was cute when she was frustrated. She was cute a lot of the time these days. But I particularly enjoyed her persistence in this area. Skimming both my hands down her arms, I closed my fingers around her wrists and raised them until they were pinned above her head. The hard points of her nipples heaved as her breathing kicked up.

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