Page 138 of Counter Bet

My tingling lips miss hers when she sits up and removes her jeans and panties. She then throws them down in a pile in the footwell before helping me out of the rest of my clothing.

I lie naked on the backseat, my nipples hardening in the cool air. Dallas still wears her top, but I don’t care. I’m too fucking eager to feel her. I pull her back down on top of me and lock my thighs around her waist, kissing her with seven months of pent-up longing.

She snatches my hand from her hair and guides it down between our bodies. “Touch me.”

I lean on my elbow, memorizing her face while slowly stroking my fingers through her slick folds before bringing them up to my mouth and sucking them clean of her juices.

Her blue eyes darken with lust. She lies back down on top of me and sinks her fingers inside my wet heat, pumping with more force this time.

I lose myself in the sensation of being taken by her as she moves unhurriedly on top of me. She alternates by stealing my breath with hungry kisses and sucking on my sensitive nipples.

I don’t want to fall off the edge without her, so I stroke her clit in fast, firm circles while holding her to me with a hand twisted in her sweaty hair.

“Baby,” she moans against the crook of my neck.

I love watching her creep closer to the edge and listen to the pleasure in her voice. I love that it’s me making her feel this way and no one else.

“I love you,” I whisper, pushing my fingers inside of her tight and wet heat.

Her head snaps up, our eyes clashing. For a breathtaking moment, she’s all I see and feel.

I grind the heel of my palm over her clit, her pussy clenching. She’s close.

I make love to her with my every touch and whispered words. “I’ll never hurt you again.” I sink a third finger inside of her, meeting no resistance. She’s so beautiful watching me through hooded lids and parted lips, a bead of sweat trailing down her temple. I don’t want anyone to see her like this but me.

We move together, moaning each other’s name, coating the windows in steam with our panting breaths.

“I love you too!” Dallas chokes out, squeezing her eyes shut, gasping as she comes hard on my fingers.

It tips me over the edge, and we hold each other, shaking and trembling as we fall apart.

“I didn’t mean for our first time together again to be in my car.” She whispers when we’ve both caught our breath.

My chest constricts painfully as I think back to when I was alone with Ben in his car at the lookout. It was the first time we touched.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers regretfully when she realizes where my mind has gone. She places a soft kiss on my lips.

“Don’t be.”

She kisses a path down my naked body, over the bitemark she left on my breast and past my rosy nipple, but not before snatching it up between her teeth. She dips her tongue in my belly button and looks up at me. “I’ll talk to him.”

I shake my head. “Please, don’t. Not yet. I need to try and handle this on my own” I caress her cheek and skim my fingers down the bridge of her nose. “I’m so happy you’re here with me.”

She beams. “Me too.”

“What happens now?”

She circles my dusky nipple with her finger.

It hardens again.

She leans down and sucks it into her mouth. Then releases it, causing a cry of protest to bubble up in my throat. It amuses her.

“I’m not letting you go again. I don’t care if Ben comes around or not. I’m in love with you and I want to be with you.”

I finger a tendril of her hair. “I’m not letting you go either.”

Dallas rests her cheek on my bare stomach. The sun is setting. We’re lucky not to have been discovered yet.

“I miss him,” I admit quietly, convinced she won’t hear, but she lifts her head and peers up at me through her thick lashes.

“He misses you too. He just…” She worries her bottom lip. “He struggled after that night.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to explain.”

There’s nothing more to say. We hurt each other, and only time will tell if we can move past this or not.

Dallas’ hot lips descend on my skin, trailing lower and lower until all thoughts of the past evaporate like morning mist.