Page 44 of Braving the Storm
“I—I haven’t had much experience.”
Jesus. My cock jerks hearing those words, that admission. It sends a surge of something primal right through me. All my blood is running south at a rapid rate.
“One hand here…” Placing her fingers on the steering wheel, I guide her other to the shifter. “Use the other, like this, see.” Closing my hand over hers to hold the top, I’m acutely aware of how many lines we’re crossing right now.
But she isn’t running from me. This girl could have fled this truck and left me sitting here in the dark the moment we arrived. Yet, she stayed.
She’s just as drawn into the depths of this illicit thing as I am, and maybe we can’t cross every line, but right now, trapped up here alone, in the dark and the silent chill of the night air, maybe we can blur those lines and pretend for a little while.
“Try the pedals.” My lips are so close to her ear, I see the way she shivers as my breath glides over her skin. Fuck, all I want to do is suck down on that pulse point fluttering in her neck. I just know that spot would have her arching her back and grinding her ass into me, but I’m exercising a saintly level of restraint by maintaining a fraction of distance between my teeth and her throat.
Completely ignoring the fact my niece is sitting in my lap, and there is no doubt she will absolutely feel how hard I am beneath her ass, even through both of our layers of jeans.
“That’s it. Push down on me.” My Adam’s apple bobs as I swallow heavily.
Briar does as I showed her, guiding my feet to depress the clutch and shift into gear, then switching her weight to ease backon one side and press down on the other where the accelerator is wedged beneath my boot. We’re parked up and the engine is off so there’s only the quiet clunk of the pedals moving around to act as a soundtrack to this moment.
With each shift of her legs and feet and hand, it rubs our bodies against one another in a way that has me damn near groaning.
“A little slower, darlin’,” I murmur. Bringing my hands to her thighs, I slide my hot palms across the tight denim and guide her movements into a smoother transition between the clutch and the accelerator.
As my fingers hook over the inside of her knees, squeezing a little, Briar’s head drops back against my shoulder. I hear the air leave her lungs, and the tiniest sound of need slips past her lips.
If I wasn’t already fully gone and ready to risk it all, that tiny act of submitting beneath my touch just unraveled the last thread I was clinging to.
“Good girl. That was perfect for your first time.” I let my fingers stroke over the inside of her knees a little more, brushing and exploring a little higher and she melts against my chest the longer I keep holding her like this.
Her hands slide down the steering wheel, coming to rest at the base.
“What else did you never get taught?” Holy shit. My mind had already conjured up far too many filthy scenarios with this girl, but now I’m hungry to hear what she might admit to me out loud.
She lets out the softest whimper as my palms glide along the inner swell of her thighs. “Lots of things.”
“How long has it been since someone taught you something new?”
“Are you offering?” She drags her teeth over her bottom lip, and I’m damn near feral for this girl.
“I could show you a lot more than any of those assholes back at that bar could.” The growl that comes out of me is low and possessive. By this stage I don’t fucking care anymore. She might as wellknow that anything she does with anyone else around here is going to drive me insane.
Shedrives me insane.
My hands squeeze her thighs harder, and this time, Briar makes the sweetest little noise of need. “It’s been a long time… since anyone showed me… anything.”
Fucking idiots, whoever wasted their chance with Briar Lane deserves a shotgun to their balls. But it somehow led her to me, hidden away up this mountain, so I’m more pleased than I have any right to be that these are the circumstances of how we’ve ended up here like this.
“How long?” I exhale heavily.
“A very long time.” Her voice hitches as I gently slide her knees wider. We’re both fully clothed, but fuck me, this is possibly one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced.
“You must be pretty good at taking care of yourself, darlin’.”
Briar hums and presses her ass back against me, and I nearly fucking blow in my jeans. “I’m a quick learner.”
The air crackles as my breath fans across the side of her cheek, my fingers tracing up and down, running along the inner seam of her thighs.
“Do you want your uncle to take care of you tonight?” My lips finally make contact, brushing over the soft, delicate shell of her ear. I whisper words that we both know shouldn’t be allowed between us, but here we both are, and nothing about this feels wrong.
The faint touch draws out one of those little noises I’m growing addicted to. I want to see just how loud my niece can be when she’s lost to the rolling waves of pleasure.
