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"Okay."
I turn the key—something I haven't done in years thanks to advanced technology on most vehicles nowadays—and the roar of the engine makes me jump.
"It seems louder in the driver seat, I know. Couple of tips: this car isn't equipped with an anti-lock braking system like your Honda. Be mindful of your speed and don't slam on the brakes. And turning out when starting at 0 mph is tough, so I'll help you."
The absence of power steering is making itself obvious as I creep out into the street. I'm grateful for Theo's assistance and his strength. But soon enough, we're on Coast Highway, and I'm having a blast driving this insanely fast car.
"This is so fun!" I shout as we remain parallel with the beach to our right. The coast is barely visible in the dark, but once in a while you see the whitewash of a wave bursting as it breaks.
"Aside from my mom, you're the only other woman who has driven this car."
My heart is back to doing that erratic beating again.
"Is that okay?" I ask.
"Why wouldn't it be? I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't okay with it. My dad would have loved to see it running again."
My bare ass is on the cool leather seats, and I remember my underwear is in Theo's pocket.
"Are you ever going to give me back my thong?"
"I'm holding onto it as a memento."
"Memento?"
"Since we like to avoid talking about the heavy topics, I'll come out and say it. I know whatever going on between us is about to end. I think you know it, too."
His boldness and honesty causes a lump to form in my throat. I never wanted this to happen, what's going on between us. But I'm also not ready for it to be over.
"What do you mean?" I need him to elaborate.
"I really like you, Amelia. I have for a long time. Probably since the day I first saw you. But I'm aware of what you think about our…situation. I know we can't keep going like this. That's why I wanted one last taste—"
I swerve the car into an empty parking lot that overlooks a cliff, remembering not to stop too abruptly. Our bodies are jerked to the side anyway, thanks to the unfamiliarity of the steering.
"One last taste of what?" I urge him to continue now that we are stationary with the car turned off.
"You want me to say it?" He looks me in the eyes when I nod my head yes. "I wanted to taste your pussy one more time."
I'm ashamed of the sound that leaves my mouth. It's more of a moan but has a hint of a growl somewhere in there. Either way, I climb across to his side and straddle him as best as I can.
Yes, space is limited, but Theo's deep voice talking about something so off-limits has my head spinning.
"Say it again," I demand, my lap on his, a bulge forming below me. I grind into him because the temptation is pushing me closer to the edge.
"I'd fuck your pussy right now, if you'd let me."
Both our hands reach for his zipper but he beats me to it.
Arching my lower back so I can relieve some pressure from his lap, he doesn't bother taking his shorts off. Theo frees himself through the opening of his boxers.
And God bless him, he's already rock hard and ready to go.
We're alone on this scenic overlook, and I'm pretty sure we're both aware we may not be for long.
I have a fist around him and slide his tip along my entrance, my wetness coating him. I don't lower my body onto him yet, but he grows harder in my hand as I tease him.
"You're going to fucking kill me," he groans. "You are so goddamn sexy, you know that?"
