Page 117 of Only With Me
He shrugs dismissively. “I don’t wanna get attached if y’all break up or something.”
I don’t bother correcting him because it doesn’t matter for what he’s asking. He’s had so many people come and go in his life, so it’s no wonder he’d worry about that.
“If I have it my way, she’ll be around for a very, very long time.”
“Good, because I’ve never seen you this happy.”
Chuckling, I playfully nudge him. “Yeah, it feels nice.”
He punches me in the arm. “Don’t screw it up.”
I bark out a laugh but that’s exactly what I’m worried about.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Harlow
I’m so glad Waylon let me hang out with him and Bentley today. I didn’t grow up with younger siblings, so it was kind of nice talking to him and hearing about his school and home life. It’s no secret he doesn’t have a stable home but you’d never be able to tell with how kind and well-mannered he is.
I also love seeing how he looks up to Waylon. It’s easy to tell they have a special bond.
When we’re halfway back to the ranch, on some country road, Waylon turns down a dirt country road and then parks to the side. Music’s the only sound in the truck, but when I look at him, his eyes are hooded with hunger.
“What’re we doin’? This feels straight outta one of Natalie’s thriller novels.”
My heart hammers in my chest at the way he’s looking at me.
Waylon unbuckles and then leans down and pushes the lever that makes the bench seat move all the way back. Then he pushes up the steering wheel as high as it’ll go.
“Come here.”
“Whaddya mean?” I ask, unbuckling my belt—either to jump out of his truck and run because Natalie’s made me fear theworst about taking country drives with potential serial killers—or to climb in his lap. I’m not sure yet.
“You wanna experience dry humping, so come straddle my thighs.”
Oh!
“I thought you said?—”
“I changed my mind.”
Well then.
I maneuver myself across the seat and then grab onto his shoulders, lifting myself over his legs. His palms grip my hips as I situate myself on top of him.
“But are you sure you still wanna try this?” he asks, his face only inches from mine.
“Yes.” I nod confidently so he doesn’t second-guess his decision. “I’ve only made myself come with my hand so I’d like to know what it feels like with another person.”
“There’s a couple different positions for dry humping, but this one will allow you to take control of the pressure and speed.”
“Okay…” I dig my fingers into his shoulders, feeling nervous with how close we are, and still, we haven’t kissed. “So what do I do now?”
His hands squeeze my hips and he pushes me down on his erection. I swallow hard at how good it feels against my core.
“Rock against me, use my cock like a vibrator and rub your pussy over it until you orgasm.”
Holy hell.
