Page 49 of Too Close To Call

“Damn it, Case.” She babbles and mutters more words I can’t make out.

I push her higher and higher until I feel like she might pull my hair out by the roots with her one good hand. My cock has been dripping, needing inside Tori, and I’m at the end of my restraint. I climb up her body and cover her, my cock so close to the place he wants to go. I take a nipple into my mouth and suck.

“I need you, Case. Please,” she pleads.

I take her lips and settle between her legs. She wraps her legs around my hips and finally I push the tip inside. I stop and stare down at her. “Fuck.”

Her brown orbs glower up at me. “If you stop now, I am going to kill you, Case Murphy.”

I grin and painfully admit, “I don’t have a condom, Tori. Please tell me you’re on the pill.”

She gives a heavy sigh. “No…”

“Fuck!” I shout and start to pull out, but her legs tighten so I can’t escape.

Then she grins impishly up at me. “I get the shot. I can’t get pregnant, Case. I promise I can’t and I’m clean as a whistle. I’ve never been with anyone but you…” her voice trails off and the grin on her face falls. With her eyes locked on mine, I can see what’s going through her head. She’s only ever been with me and with Ryan. Once. I don’t want Ryan to come between us while I’m buried deep inside her. I don’t want him to matter. This is a choice I must make to let it go.

Surprisingly, I grin wickedly and, without another word, I push the rest of the way in until I’m fully seated. She gasps at the way I fill her. With great self-control, I pause to give her time to adjust to my size. “You feel so good, Tor. I always thought you were made just for me.”

She reaches up and kisses me and then mummers, “Only for you, Case.”

I want to believe that.

I start to move, taking long strokes through her warm channel until the sensations build. I ramp it into high gear as if we’re in the final hairpin turn, racing towards the checkered flag. We’re close. So close that I give it an extra burst of speed and finesse that sends us crossing over the finish line together in an epic race of the year, the decade, of all time.

I hold myself aloft, careful not to put my full weight on Tori as I fight for breath. “Jesus, Tor, you’re going to kill me.”

Tori pants and grins. “I think that may have been a photo finish. It was just too close to call. Maybe we need another go at it.”

I frown down at her. “Fuck, youaregoing to kill me,” I mutter and roll us over until Tori takes the top position. I brush her brown hair away from her face and that’s the last conscious thought I have before we’re flying past the finish line again.

With Tori beside me, we both work to even our breathing. “I have a question,” she says.

I still, not sure I’m ready to answer any questions. She turns over on her side and her serious expression is sobering. “Did you bring me home anything to eat? I’m starving.”

I lean in and nip her lips before kissing them hard and long. “Yes. I did. Sorry it was so late. The prick we met with wouldn’t stop talking.”

“I guess that means you won’t be restoring his car.”

“No. I turned him down. He wasn’t very happy about it. I told him if I have an opening next year, I’ll call him. I hope he has it already done by then.”

“Is it because you don’t like him, or because you don’t have the resources for the job?”

That’s a curious question. I’m not sure where she’s going with it. “A little of both. We have to farm out some of the work since we’re such a small operation. I have people I know that do the same quality job I would and those are the ones we contract with. It’s just getting on their schedules takes time.”

“What if you enlarged your garage and took on more specialists? You could have your own paint booth and body work on site.”

I hear what she’s saying. I’ve often thought about building a full-service restoration business, but not the way she’s thinking. “I don’t know, Tori. You’re talking about coming on as partner.”

“Yes, I am. I have some amazing guys that work with me now. They could work seamlessly with your crew.”

What she’s talking about would mean not only our crews working together. Then what would happen when she decides to leave? I’d be left with half a crew and a broken heart that might not mend this time. “I don’t know.”

“But do you enjoy that kind of work?” she asks.

It fulfills a part of me that needs to be around cars, but it’s not what Kimberly would say “brings me joy.” That would be racing. Instead of admitting that I say, “It keeps me busy and there’s a certain type of feeling I get when I turn a pile of scrap into a restored, drivable bit of the past.”

For whatever reason, she abandons the topic, rolls off the bed, and pads naked to the closet, not in the least bit self-conscious or embarrassed in front of me and that just makes her hotter. I watch as she pulls on a pair of clean underwear and another one of my t-shirts. She’s beautiful and even though I just had her—twice—I want her again.

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