Page 76 of Chasing Forever
“I want to fuck you so bad.”
“I don’t think an officer of the law is supposed to be naked in an alley.”
Her voice has a breathy lilt to it, teasing and turned on, and I only grow harder. I push my thigh between her legs, right up to her center. She clings to me, and fuck me, I feel the heat of her through her shorts when she grinds against me.
Her arms loop around my shoulders, her body grinding down on my leg.
“I want to see you come.”
Again, she rolls her hips, slow at first, then more urgent. Her breath hitches with each grind, her nails digging into my shirt, fixing herself to get the friction she needs to get off.
I can’t strip my gaze from her. The way she moves, the way her body knows what it needs. The way she takes it from me is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
I find her mouth again, kissing her deep and messy. I groan into her mouth. “That’s it, baby. Take what you need.”
And she fucking does. My thigh tenses instinctively beneath her, and she grinds harder, breathless and wild.
Her voice cracks. “Brooks?—”
“Let go for me.”
I keep my eyes on her as her head falls back, her mouth parts, and her whole body pulses against me. She comes, right here in the alley, clinging to me as though I’m the only thing keeping her from not collapsing to the ground.
I don’t move. I let her ride out her orgasm, keeping my thigh in place, pressing soft kisses to her mouth, her cheek, her temple.
She laughs quietly, still catching her breath. “Holy shit. I hope no one saw us.”
“Work up an appetite?” I say, not even acknowledging the possibility that someone did. Because if they did? I don’t give a damn.
She eyes me. “What about you?” Her hand slides between us, her palm rubbing my dick.
I grab her wrist and shift my stance. “If you touch me right now, I’m going to embarrass myself.”
She laughs. “But?—”
“Come on. I’m down to forty-five minutes now.”
As we walk out of the alley, hand in hand, she murmurs, “I’m going to reciprocate this weekend.”
“And you won’t hear any objections from me. Right now, let me get you fed.”
Her hand stays in mine as we cross the street, and I glance at her out of the corner of my eye. Her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are swollen. I know exactly what she’s thinking about because I’m thinking about it too.
She just came on my leg. In public. In an alley. And I don’t think I’ll ever forget the way her body ground down on mine, her labored breaths, and the way she whispered my name.
We’re almost to The Sprout House when my steps slow, and the air shifts around us.
My parents are talking to some couple on the sidewalk across the street. My dad is too wrapped up in conversation to notice us. But my mom? Her eyes snap to us. Her gaze drops to our linked hands and lingers. Her polite smile falters, judgment written all over her face.
Lottie leans toward me and whispers, “I’m starving.” She must not see them because I’m blocking her. Good. I’d like to keep it that way.
I squeeze her hand tighter and angle my body to make sure she doesn’t see them. Tonight is not getting ruined because of them.
My mom doesn’t look away. Not even as I pull open the restaurant door and place my hand on the small of Lottie’s back to guide her inside.
Let her look. Maybe she’ll finally realize I’m not messing around. Lottie is my future.
Chapter Thirty
