Page 42 of Fairy Tale Lies
Her gut clenched at the idea. She didn’t want things between them to sour already. Why did she have to go and screw everything up? She wanted this summer with him. Now it might be ending before it even had begun.
They hit an uneven road, and the jostling shook Greta. She swallowed back the lump forming in her throat and took in the new surroundings. They’d left the main road and were now on a gravel driveway, heading toward a squat building. It appeared deserted.
“What’s this place?” She was proud her voice sounded steady, unlike her whirling, worried mind.
“An old veteran’s lodge. The building’s nothing special. The treat is the park behind the building. It is incredible. Thought we could wait for your sister there.” His answer was mild enough, but she caught an underlying tightness.
Anger?
She cleared her throat. “Isn’t it closed?”
“What? Did you use your daily dose of recklessness on the ride here?” He drove them around to the back of the building. “Don’t worry. The guard never comes outside. I used to sneak back here all the time with my buddies to party.”
Curiosity ebbed away a breath of her anxiety, and she asked, “How do you know it’s the same security guy? Maybe there’s a new one and he actually does his job.”
“It’s him.” Jacob motioned with his head, nodding to a lone rusted four-door in the parking lot. “Same car.”
He maneuvered them past the lot and onto a sidewalk. Once they were past the old squat building, the park came into view.
Jacob hadn’t been kidding. The place was enchanting. The full moon reflected the water off Lake St. Clair, and dewy grass gave the place an almost dreamlike quality, both romantic and eerie. Even with her anxiety swirling in her gut, this patch of summer serenity calmed some of her worry.
He parked and shut off the bike. Greta scooted off, careful of the hot pipes and his eyes. She wasn’t ready to face his disappointment.
Fidgeting with the hem of her dress, she tried to smooth the wrinkles and her agitation. “I’m sorry about the way I acted. I was inappropriate,” she mumbled in the direction of her feet.
When he didn’t say anything, she peeked at him. Her breath caught.
There was no anger, only hunger.
“Hell, Greta, you can be inappropriate with me anytime you want…though there are consequences.”
“Consequences?” Her heart skipped a beat.
“Yes, consequences.” He took a quick step forward. In an instant, his lips were on hers, hot and insistent.
Greta’s knees went weak. He explored her mouth, and only the incredible sensation of his lips and caresses existed. She was adrift in ecstasy and didn’t register his hands under her skirt until he’d slid her panties halfway down her thighs.
She broke the kiss but didn’t move away. “What are you doing?” Panic and excitement ran through her. “What if someone sees us?”
“Too far from the road. Frankly, it’s difficult to care right now.” He nuzzled her neck but had stilled his hands. “Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head no, terrified and more than a tad aroused.
He dropped to his knees, taking her panties with him. Grasping her thighs, he shoved her dress to her waist and took her into his mouth.
Whatever anxiety remained, fled. Her head fell back, and she buried her hands in his hair, pleading incoherently.
He laughed against her heated skin. “You want me to stop?”
The vibration, along with his tongue was magical. “No.”
The rapidity and the voracity of her climax was so intense she would’ve collapsed to the ground if not for Jacob’s strong arms holding her. Even as her spasms rocked through her, he continued working her with his mouth and tongue until every shock wave receded and began to build again.
Though, before she could go over the edge again, he shifted, kissing a trail from the inside of her thigh to her waist. He straightened and rearranged her dress back in place. Leaning forward, he whispered in her ear, “I’ve wanted, no needed, to taste you again since our first time.”
He smelled of lust, sex, and man. The urge to purr and rub herself against him was fierce.
“Then why stop?” The demand fell from her lips without embarrassment or shame.
