Page 21 of Losing Forever
I stop at the passenger door to my SUV and smile down at Caitlyn.
She looks sexy in a little red dress. A gust of salty ocean air catches the hem and the material blows up, giving me a glimpse of her panties. Red lace thong.
“Oops.” She blushes and covers her mouth. Not once does she try to push the dress down.
As racy as the image of her in those panties is, my dick seems to have missed the show. Funny, all Braylee has to do is stand near me and it tries to shove through my pants.Stop thinking about her.
I help Caitlyn into the car and head to the driver’s side. Once seated, I crank the AC, hoping the car cools off quickly. Summers in Florida are brutal, with high heat and humidity well into the night.
I pull out of the parking lot and head for—shit. I don’t even know.
“I hate to admit this, but I don’t have anywhere to take you.”
“What do you mean?” She frowns.
“We can’t go back to the house.” She knows I live with Noah and Braylee. “We wouldn’t have privacy.” I lie. “And your place is out of the question.” She lives at home with her dad and aunt in Palm Harbor.
“Well, if you follow this road, you’ll eventually get to the bridge that leads to downtown Clearwater and the office. We could always hang out there.” She crosses one leg over the other, her dress riding up as she slides her fingers from her ankle to her thigh.
Holy shit. My cock stirs. It’s about time. Sweet little Caitlyn is more of a temptress than I had thought when I set up the date.
I grin and take a quick moment to admire her tan legs. “If that skirt rides up any higher, I won't be able to keep my eyes on the road.”
“Then you better hurry.”
I focus on driving, even as doubts fill my head. Should I be doing this? Noah refrained from touching her, and I can’t? Am I that desperate to get laid? Yes. Maybe I don’t need to sleep with her to fix my problem. We can mess around and still have happy endings without having intercourse.
Plus, there’s Braylee and how this is bothering her. Maybe she thinks I’m going to use Caitlyn, and she’s not okay with it. But then why did she insist I go out with her? This shouldn’t be so confusing. I run my fingers through my grown-out hair.
“You okay?” Caitlyn asks.
Am I? “Yes. You?” I turn onto the Memorial Clearwater Causeway.
“You look…worried.”
“No, I’m good. I just, uh, can’t remember if I have the key to the office.”
She gives me a flirty grin and pulls out something from her small purse. “Lucky for us, I brought mine, just in case.”
She winks, and I almost rear-end a car that suddenly pulls in front of me.
I hit the brakes. “Shit. Sorry.”
She giggles, not even bothered that she flew forward a little.
We're at the office in less than ten minutes. The second I put the car in park, she climbs onto my lap, catching me off guard.
“Whoa.” I lean back as she gets comfortable near my dick. “The office is right there.” I glance at it behind her. We're parked in the front spot.
“It's too far.” She kisses my neck and unbuttons my pants. That gets the big guy's attention. Her hand dips inside. “Oh my God. I knew you'd be big.” She removes her hand and rocks against me.
I moan. Damn, that feels good. Her breath blows fast as she continues to ride me. Her skirt is up around her waist, leaving her bare except for the thong. She closes her eyes and rocks faster as if she’s losing herself. I haven't even kissed her yet. Not that it’s necessary for me to make a girl come, but most of them like being kissed, and I'm one helluva kisser.
When she starts unbuttoning the front of her dress, I grab her wrists. “How about we move this inside? I don’t want to get a ticket for indecent exposure.” I glance up and down the nearby street. The last thing I want is to deal with the police. If they run my name, my dad's will come up, too. Whatever I do from here on out, it will be on the right side of the law.
Caitlyn whimpers and pouts her bottom lip. “Okay.”
“Thanks.” I rebutton her dress and help her out of the SUV. The temperature outside feels a hundred times cooler than my steamed-up car.
