Page 78 of My Three Hometown Hard Hats
“He’s an idiot,” Louise says, which makes me laugh.
Brooks slides into the seat the mayor just vacated, placing a glass of water in front of me. “Is everything okay?” he asks, glancing between me and the ladies.
I open my mouth to explain, but Martha beats me to it. “Our idiot mayor had some choice words for your lady.”
Brooks’ normally smiling face hardens in an instant. “Do I need to go punch him?”
I grab his hand, laughing again. “No, these two set him straight.” I gesture toward Martha and Louise.
“Oh, good. Thanks, ladies,” he says, holding up his fist towards them.
To my absolute surprise, both of these women with permed white hair and dresses that probably came from Grandmas-R-Us knock their fists against his.
I guess I’m not the only woman affected by this man’s charms.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Hadley
Conrad’s lipsland on mine the moment we’re in Austin’s truck and the doors shut.
His kiss is demanding and eager. The gentle kisses we shared throughout the night were not enough, not nearly enough.
He growls in frustration when our seatbelts keep him from pulling me flush against him. He lets out a breath, but his eyes scream with a fury of determination and inability to wait to get his hands on me until we get back to their house.
With one hand, he keeps my head in place so he can keep kissing me with every fiber of his being. His other hand glides up my exposed thigh through the slit in my dress.
I moan when his fingers reach the top of my inner thigh. “Are you not wearing any panties right now?” he growls.
Austin’s eyes shoot up to the rearview mirror as he pulls out onto the road. Brooks whips his head around in the front seat to face us.
“I couldn’t with this dress.”
“Naughty girl,” Conrad says, teasing his fingers toward my center.Just a few more inches.
“You’re telling me you’ve been bare under that dress all night long and I didn’t know?” Austin growls.
Brooks shrugs. “I’m kind of glad I didn’t know before now.”
Austin gives him a ‘what the actual fuck’ look.
“What? I would have probably come in my pants from just looking at you across the ballroom if I had known.”
“That sounds like a you problem,” Austin mutters, driving out of town toward their house, maybe a few miles over the speed limit.
I giggle, but it’s cut off when, without warning, Conrad dips a finger inside of me. Instinctively, my hips seek out more friction from him, moving down the seat. My head rests back against the headrest as he eases a second finger in.
“Yes,” I whimper, clutching at his arm.
His thumb gently caresses my clit. All my nerve endings are lit on fire.
Austin grumbles under his breath, his grip on the steering wheel like a vise.
“Why do we live so far out of town? It’s going to be a miracle if I get us home without killing us or coming in my pants from those noises alone.”
“You better not kill us,” Brooks barks, turning to face Austin. “It would be a tragedy if I didn’t get to feel our girl’s pussy strangle my cock at least one more time.”
“Brooks, I swear to god. Shut your fucking mouth,” Austin snaps, squeezing the wheel impossibly tighter.
