Page 49 of Curses and Cornstalks
Why shouldn’t I?
After having my heart stomped on by my ex and my ex-best friend, I deserve to be treated like a goddamn princess. And I’m convinced that Atticus is the perfect man for the job.
“Where to then?” I ask as he leads me to the driver’s door of my beat up Honda. Rather than opening the door for me, he pins me to it, his body pressed firmly against mine as he stares into my eyes.
My stomach flutters as I imagine passersby watching us.
To be so old-fashioned, he sure doesn’t have a problem with public displays of affection.
Wasn’t it considered scandalous back then?
“Well, you told me to behave inside,” he says, leaning in to brush his lips against mine. “How about now?”
Heat rolls through me as he presses a kiss to my jaw, and I fight the sigh teasing my lips. “Atticus, you can’t just fuck me in the middle of the street.”
“A shame, really,” he mutters against my cheek. “How aboutin the carin the middle of the street?”
I can feel his massive boner pressing against me through his jeans, and my pussy throbs needily at the thought of him dragging me into the backseat and fucking me senseless.
“No,” I sigh. “But maybe we can make a pitstop on the way back to the house if you don’t complain about my driving.”
He chuckles and reaches for the door handle. “Deal.”
We park on the side of the road several miles from town. Fields stretch in every direction, and anyone who passes by will be able to see straight through the windows, but it’s this or try to sneakinto my room at the farmhouse and be silent so Aunt Bonnie doesn’t hear me getting railed.
Fuck that.
I don’t want to be quiet right now.
I want Atticus to fuck me so hard that I cry out his name.
I want to lose myself in the moment, inhim.
No sooner do I cut the car off than Atticus is leaning over the console and tangling his fingers in my hair. His lips crash against mine, and I gasp against his mouth. It’s obvious he wants me just as badly as I want him.
“Fuck, I’ve needed this,” he growls between kisses, dipping lower to drag his teeth down my neck. He kisses and nips around my throat until I’m a panting mess.
My heart is slamming in my chest, heat quickly consuming me, until I’m crawling into his lap and straddling him in the seat. It might be cold outside, but it’s burning up in the car.
We’re wearing far too many clothes for this.
“What if someone sees?” I ask as I fumble the zipper of his jacket down and help him shuck it off. It goes flying into the backseat seconds later.
“Cassie, I don’t care if everyone sees,” he says sternly, his hands slipping around my hips to palm my ass. He squeezes to the point of pain, and he swallows my gasp with another kiss. “I’ve waited so long for this, foryou.I hope they all envy what I have.”
In a flash, he grabs my dress and pulls it off over my head, tossing it into the backseat with his jacket. He kisses his way across my chest, tugging impatiently at my bra until my tits pop out the top. Then he takes one of my nipples into his mouth and sucks until I gasp out a moan.
“Tell me what you want,” he urges as he kisses his way back up to my throat. He grabs my hips and pulls me down onto hislap, rolling his hips simultaneously so his rock hard cock presses against the apex of my thighs.
My thoughts go fuzzy.
“Fuck me, Atticus,” I whine as his hand skim over my exposed skin, dancing up my back. Rather than waste time with the clasps of my bra, he pulls it off over my head and tosses it aside. “I want to feel you inside me, please.”
I don’t care that I sound desperate.
Iamdesperate.
He groans in response and pulls his shirt off over his head. Immediately, my hands rush over his muscled torso, dancing over the perfectly-sculpted muscles I’ve memorized. His lips find mine again, his tongue plunging into my mouth as one of his hands dips into the front of my leggings. His fingers dive frantically, shoving my underwear aside, until he finds my dripping center.
