Page 74 of Until We Break

The waitress paused at the side of the table and asked if we wanted to order anything else. I handed her my credit card. As much as we enjoyed Café Midnight, I wanted to continue this conversation back at the marina.

“I want to hear all about it.” I took her hand in mine. “This means you’re going to stay?”

She nodded. “Yes. I’m going to stay.”

As we drove away from downtown, I couldn’t help but think about the first time we were in Harbor Pointe together. The girl I had met that day, soaking wet in her pajamas, who wouldn’t even accept dry clean clothes from me, was a different woman than the one I had shared dinner with tonight. Our world had changed.

When I pulled onto the ferry and put the car in park, I cracked the windows slightly for the cool sea cross-breeze. It whipped through the car. I cut the ignition and we immediately looked at each other. It was as if I had to fight through the air between us to get to her. My heart was pounding out of my fucking chest. My hand traced the side of her face as she crossed the console. My lips swept over hers. I could taste hints of wine and chocolate on her breath. I couldn’t wait to get her out of the restaurant to kiss her. To touch her. My other hand roamed over her knee before sliding the cute sundress up her thighs. It was a damn cute dress. A distraction. Right now it was in the way.

“What are you…”

“Shhh,” I warned her. “I don’t want Donnie or the other guys to hear the noises you’re about to make.”

“What noi?—”

My thumbs stroked the soft skin of her inner thigh as I slid her panties to the side. I slid my index finger just over her clit. Margot whimpered as I grazed up and down. Then I began to explore deeper between her legs, giving her clit special attention.

“Ohh, shit.” Her head fell back on the headrest as her hips moved at my instruction.

Fuck me. She was wet. I wanted to taste her. Smell her. Bury myself inside her. The ferry ride wasn’t long enough. I wanted her to come before we reached the Marshoak docks.

I timed the orgasm, building her to a frenzy as she clutched the handle over the window. My fingers plunged inside her and I kissed her roughly. Our tongues thrashed together. I pumped my fingers, swirling over her clit, rubbing her swollen nub. She gasped for air and whispered my name. The ferry horn blasted just as she came in my hand. I smiled, kissing the corners of her lips. I watched the satisfaction on her face. She was beautiful and sexy. I felt the aftershocks of her orgasm quiver around my fingers. If only I had time to make her come again, I would.

“Ohh.” She sighed, trying to catch her breath. “Can we do that again? Do it again.” She looked at me, her lips ravenously moving against mine. Her hand explored the outside of my khakis, rubbing over my erection. Shit. I was hard. Turned on. Her palm was on a mission.

“We have to get off this boat,” I choked. “I swear I’ll drive fast.”

I thought she was going to climb in my lap and there wasn’t anything I could do about it.

Before things turned completely X-rated on the ferry, Donnie slapped the bumper. I looked in the rearview mirror. He had already moved on to the next car. They were pulling chalks.

“Let’s go home.”

She nuzzled into my neck. Her hand didn’t move.

“You have to wear your seatbelt, Margot.” I tried to act stern and serious, but the massage she was giving my cock was hard to argue with.

“Fine,” she huffed playfully. She strapped it across her chest and buckled it again. “But I’m not done.”

“You better fucking not be.” I laughed and steered us off the ferry, driving like a bat out of hell to get to the Blue Heron.

I rolled the windows down, letting the night air cool us for the quick ride. Margot laughed. Things had changed tonight at dinner. I reached for her hand, kissing the tops of her knuckles.

“Hey, so there was something I wanted to ask you.”

“What’s that?” she asked with a lazy sexy smile on her face. “Because yes to whip cream. Yes to anything else you want to do in bed.” She laughed.

“Family dinner.”

Her eyes widened. “That’s not sex talk.”

“No.” I laughed. “But, what do you say? My parents have been on me for not spending time over there. I thought you might want to meet them.”

“Yes.” She answered with confidence. “I’d love to meet your parents.”

“Good. They’d love to meet you too.”

“Just tell your mom I have a horrible track record with spilled milk, so scratch that off the beverage list.” There was a tiny giggle. I’d have to reassure her before dinner that my mom didn’t have anything in the house that was priceless and she had nothing to worry about.

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