Page 38 of The Wrong Drive-
I grit my teeth at the intrusive thought, knowing more than likely that’s the case—but I don’t care. I’m desperate for the way she made me feel in the kitchen when we danced. I trail away from her mouth as I drag her forward, and right onto my cock. A burst of fucking pleasure erupts in the form of a groan, years of abstinence dissipating as her wet walls grip me.
“Holy shit,” I erupt, burying myself in her. She sucks in a sharp breath, her nails finding the back of my neck and digging in. I kiss her neck as her head tips back, an aroused moan slipping from her throat.
She rocks against me, grinding against my body. I bite down on her neck, and she cries out, her pussy tightening around me. I grip her bare ass, as I start to pound into her, chasing a high I haven’t felt in so long—or maybe ever.
“Turner,” Em moans out my name as she bounces against me, her hips rocking as she grinds herself against me every time.
I’m buried all the way in her, as far as I can physically go, and it still isn’t enough. “You’re heaven,” I groan, my release already building. It’s been too long since I’ve had sex. I explode inside of her, gasping at the thick pleasure that’s been absent for so long.
You’re mine now, Em.
I pull out of her, and then drop to my knees.
“What are you doing?” Her eyes widen as my mouth connects with her inner thigh. “You don’t have to—” My tongue gliding through her slit silences her mid-sentence, and she breaks out in a whimper.
“You taste better than I imagined,” I rasp, a tinge of myself mixed with her. That’s how it should be. She should always be full of me. I’ve never been this possessive with a woman before, but I didn’t know Emersyn then either.
If only I met her before I got fucked in the head.
I push the thought away, sucking her into my mouth and running my tongue over her clit. She cries out, her eyes closing as her fingers glide through my hair. She squirms against me, and I pick up my pace, taking her all the way to the edge.
“Turner…” she moans out as she explodes, her orgasm tensing her legs around my head. I grow rigid again at the sultry tone of her voice, and I stroke myself as I lap up the mixture of her and me. Her breaths are ragged as I rise to my feet, and then reach for her, dragging her off the table.
“What’re you doing?” she squeals as she drops to her feet, surprise in her eyes.
“I’m not done,” I rumble, spinning her around. I bend her over, taking in her perky ass. I land a hard slap, and then push back into her.
“Oh,” she pants at the new angle, bracing against the workbench. I grip her waist, and leverage against her, jerking her body back and forth against mine. A renewed sense of self floods my body, and the high this woman brings is more exhilarating than anything I’ve felt in years.
And now, IknowI won’t regret this moment.
I fuck her until she’s crying my name over and over, her pussy raw and swollen. I come with force, exploding with a groan as I unload for a second time. I catch my breath as I come down from the high, collapsing over her and planting a kiss on her shoulder.
“I’ve been wanting to do that since you showed up here,” I admit, resting my head against her just long enough to take one more breath. I push off her then, taking in the sight of her cum-slick pussy and spread legs. Shakily, she straightens, wincing as she goes for her clothes. Grief fills my chest as she slowly wriggles into the bootcut jeans.
“I’m sorry for hurting you,” I say, taking a step forward and buttoning her jeans for her.
“You can apologize when I’m not walking right in the morning,” she laughs, but then it fades when she meets my gaze.
“Not that kind of hurt,” I clarify, though I wish that’s all it was. “Your boyfriend was an asshole though—not that I’m much better. I’m not sorry he’s dead. I’mjustsorry I hurt you.”
“It’s okay.” Her eyes flicker with something I don’t pick up entirely, and I drop my hand as my instincts kick in. She looks past me to the Jeep parked at the back of my shop.
What’s she thinking?Something doesn’t set right with me, but I don’t press. “Why don’t you go inside? It’s cold out here.”
She furrows her brow, disappointment written in her expression. “Are you staying out here?”
I nod. “For now. I need to clear as much as I can.”
“What’re you going to do with that?” She blurts out, pointing to the Jeep.
“Uh,” I rub the back of my neck. “I’m not sure yet.” I don’t like feeling like telling her that it’s not the first vehicle I’ve ever had to dispose of. Shethinksshe’s got me figured out by the documents and letters she found in my brother’s room. She has no idea what happened on Christmas.
The history in that room stopped being recorded eleven years ago. I can guarantee, if she had any clue of the sin I committed against my own brother, she wouldn’t be so willing to spread her legs for me.
The demons in me don’t discriminate between the people I love and the ones I don’t. It’s just whatever warm body is in the way, and while she’s seen me act out of calculated anger…
She hasn’t met my inner monster fully. And if she stays, I know she will.
