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It occurred to me that I was half naked hanging out of a car in a packed fairground parking lot, but there was no way in hell I was about to tell Grady Holloway to stop touching me. Every cell in my body was screaming for release after watching him come like that. I couldn’t think of a time I’d ever been more turned on.

When Grady lowered his head, dragging his nose up my center, inhaling and closing his eyes, I thought I might die.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he whispered, grinning up at me as he tucked his fingers into the waist of my underwear and dragged them down my legs. He stuffed them into his back pocket, glancing around quickly before he shook his head at me.

“I never stood a chance.” He sighed, as if everything happening was more than he could have ever withstood. I knew what he meant. And as he leaned to kiss my pussy, and my fingers laced through his hair, I bent up off the seat right into his mouth. Nothing had ever felt so good.

CHAPTER 28

GRADY

She tasted even sweeter than I’d imagined. Licking a long line up Jill’s core, her fingers yanked roughly on my hair and I smiled against her slick skin. This was everything I’d been dreaming about for weeks. Yeah, sliding my cock into her tight cunt was going to feel fucking incredible, but there was something particularly special about licking and sucking a woman mindless.

And Jill wasn’t just any woman.

She’d stopped being a sexual pursuit the second I’d realized who she was walking toward me in that library hallway. It might have been our chemistry driving us to this moment, to me fucking her with my tongue, but there was nothing casual or competitive about how I felt about her now.

She let out a frustrated whine, as I popped off her clit. “I’m going to make this good for you, Jill.” I flicked my tongue against the tiny bead, the thing red and swollen and glistening. “You need to come, baby?”

“Yessss,” she moaned, her head pitched back as she arched up into me.

Fuck, the sight of her was going to make me come again. Just like at the drive-in, that’s all it took. Hearing her, feeling her quake. Jill was the only woman who’d ever gotten me rock hard from just theideaof her coming for me. It was possessive and arrogant, and I fucking loved it.

Wrapping both arms around her hips I wrenched her toward me, meeting her eyes when she picked up her head to find mine.

“You ruined me back there, beautiful.” I smirked at her, letting her see how bad I wanted her. “Your turn.”

The first firework exploded in the sky above us, and when the white lights rained down they illuminated her perfect pussy as I lowered my head. She gasped as I clamped onto her clit and sucked. I licked in a rhythm, alternating strokes and sucks until she was bucking off the back seat, her throaty moans music to my ears.

With the sound of sizzles and pops overhead, I pulled her into my mouth and devoured her, feeling her pulse against my tongue as the blasts above vibrated through my chest.

I could tell she was close when her grip on my head changed, cupping my skull like a vice and holding me in place. I stayed where she wanted me, stroking her over and over until she started to shake, the orgasm rising in her like a wave. When it crested she gripped the seat, bowing up toward me, her mouth wide as a silent scream got trapped in her throat.

“Grady!” she gasped, trembling and jerking, riding the aftershocks as I licked gently along her slit, trailing my fingertips along the soft skin of her thighs.

When she dropped back onto the seat with a thud I let out a laugh. “That’s my girl.”

She laughed back, looking down at me with one eye closed, like she was a little embarrassed. “You keep saying that.”

I smacked a loud kiss to her thigh. “‘Cause for the summer you are. You’re all mine.”

Maybe that was a dangerous concept to try on, but it felt right. It felt like the only way to do this was to frame it that way. I wasn’t labeling us or pretending we were more than we could be, but neither of us were seeing anyone else, so who else’s could she be?

Jill combed her hair back from her face, staring up at the sky through the sunroof. The fireworks picked up and I realized it was the near the end.

“Come here,” I said, offering my hand and helping her out. Facing the sky above, Jill leaned her back into my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her. “I’ve always loved the fourth,” I told her, my lips against her hair, taking in a long easy drink of her scent. “Love it even more now.”

I wasn’t sure any other memory of the holiday would be able to top this one.

Jill’s arms closed on top of mine, and she hugged me tighter. “It was never my favorite until today.”

The sky filled with smoke, a dozen crashing booms, one after the other, pounded through my chest, rocking right against my heart. Blues and reds and whites sparkled and faded, the crescendo building until it felt like there was no more room in the sky, no space between the riot of sensations, and then everything went black.

Jill spun in my arms, her eyes on my chest as she traced the line of my collarbone with her fingertip. “Was all of that part of your plan?”

“Not all,” I admitted. Never in my wildest dreams did I think she was going to stroke me into oblivion at the top of the Ferris wheel. And I’d never eaten a woman out in my backseat—or in public—before. “Not most,” I corrected, as she scrutinized me. “But I did see myself getting you one of those damn animals.” I scowled, shaking my head at being defeated by those stupid games. I half wanted to go back and try again.

People started to mill through the rows of cars, voices traveling back to us as the crowd approached. She chuckled under her breath, her bright smile shooting like an arrow right through me. “You can’t be good at everything, hot shot.”

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