Page 12 of Don't You Dare Marry Me

“Nothing.” Abagail’s head popped back up. She looked over her shoulder at the black car behind her that Nicola had somehow missed. “You can’t sleep on the street here.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“First, you ask Warren for fifty, then me for two. And now you’re refusing any help?” Abagail frowned. “You’d think you’d at least be consistent in what you want.”

“I…” Nicola’s jaw dropped. Then she closed her mouth and pursed her lips tightly. “I see your point.”

“Come home with me.”

“I’ll remind you what you reminded me—you’re not my aunt.”

Abagail snorted and shook her head. “Is that why you offered your body?” Abagail’s thumb pressed into Nicola’s hip bone, under her clothes and against her skin. When had she managed to find her way there? Nicola bit back the groan and moved to look directly into Abagail’s eyes. “Revenge fuck. Isn’t that what you called it?”

“I said if you weren’t his aunt…” Nicola’s entire body heated up, stifling her. With the way Abagail was pressed against her, her senses came alive. “…I’d absolutely fuck your brains out.”

The chuckle that left Abagail’s lips was seduction at its finest. “You’renothis fiancée anymore.”

“No. I’m not.” Was that the sign Nicola had needed? She pushed her hips out into Abagail, not surprised when Abagail pushed back into her. Her heart thrummed steadily. “Are you going to revenge fuck me against the car?”

“Hardly.” Abagail slid her hand up Nicola’s shirt, covering her breast and teasing her nipple through the fabric of her bra. “Do you want to fuck me?”

Nicola let out a shuddering sigh. “Yes.”

“Then get in my car.” Abagail stepped away from Nicola sharply.

As soon as Abagail’s hands left her body, Nicola was cold and longing for more. She’d never been with an older woman before. She’d never so much as thought it was a possibility. Abagail slid into the back seat of the black car, leaving the door open for Nicola to follow. Glancing at her dead car, at her entire life packed away in it, Nicola settled. The cold air of the spring night against her cheeks woke her up and told her this was a bad idea, but the heat and arousal racing through her body, the idea of not sleeping scrunched up on the driver’s seat of her car was far too tempting to ignore.

At least she’d have one night warm in a bed and be sexually satisfied, because there was one thing that Nicola had no doubt about—Abagail would fuck her senseless.

Sliding into the back seat next to Abagail, Nicola shut the door behind her and gasped. Abagail was pressed up against her in seconds, their mouths connecting. The car started to move, and Nicola had to press her hand against the back of the seat to keep herself upright. Abagail was feral. Their kisses were messy, wet, heated.

Nicola wrapped her hands in Abagail’s hair, pulling the short strands tightly and forcing Abagail’s head backward just so she could breathe for a second. Her lips curled upward, finding Abagail as breathless as she was. “Uh, uh, uh.”

Abagail stilled, the arousal falling from her face.

“We do thismyway.” Nicola leaned forward, pulling her knee up onto the bench seat in the back row. “You better give your driver a good bonus after the show they’re going to get.”

“I pay well already,” Abagail murmured, leaning backward into the door. They took a hard right turn, forcing Nicola’s body into Abagail’s just like she had hoped and wanted.

Nicola didn’t hesitate. She skimmed her hand down Abagail’s front, parting the jacket at her belly and slipping her fingers under the waistband of her pants. “How do you want me?”

“Just fuck me,” Abagail muttered. “Hard and fast.”

“Perfect.” Nicola pulled at the button and zipper on Abagail’s smooth, soft slacks and pulled them down her hips. She glanced toward the driver, who didn’t seem to be paying a lick of attention, which was good, but also, Nicola didn’t care. She’d probably never meet them again.

She didn’t hesitate as she bent down and breathed in Abagail’s scent. She loved the way a woman smelled, the way it tickled the inside of her nose. She pressed her lips to Abagail’s thighs before pushing them apart so she could reach down with her tongue and fingers. Hard and fast was exactly what Abagail had asked for and Nicola was going to deliver on that.

This wasn’t about making love or finding solace.

This was about revenge.

And release.

And distraction.

Abagail cried out loudly as Nicola slid not one but two fingers inside her. She curled her fingers upward, covering Abagail’s clit with her mouth and sucking hard. There’d be no respite so long as she could manage it.

Nicola pushed her face deep into Abagail’s body. Abagail backed away from her before bearing down against her. The rocking motion of the vehicle added to the sensations and pattern as Nicola went to town on Abagail’s cunt. She lived and breathed in this moment. She knew she’d never get another chance like this, and Abagail tasted so sweet. Her sounds were so inciting.

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