Page 134 of Don't Let Me Go (Don't Let Me 2)

I gasp.

“Shit, Blake,” he rasps.

With a grin, I bite my lower lip and roll my hips against him. “You should keep doing that.”

“Like this?” He crooks his finger inside of me, and my jaw drops.

“Yeah,” I breathe out. “Just like that.”

His finger pumps inside of me a few more times, then he adds a second finger. The stretch feels amazing, and my eyes roll back in my head as I savor the feeling. The connection. The fucking pressure. It’s building. I can feel it. The ever-elusive orgasm. I grind against the heel of his hand, goosebumps spreading across my skin.

“Yes, baby. Chase it.”

I grab his wrist, and he thrusts his fingers inside of me again despite the lack of room to work with thanks to my jeans.

“Take it,” he orders against my lips. He slides down my throat and nibbles softly.

Shit, I’m close.

“Ride it out, baby.” He scissors his fingers back and forth and pushes his hand up against my clit a little harder, rolling his hand against me. And it feels good. So fucking good. My knees shake, and a cool sweat breaks out along the back of my neck. But I chase it. I take it. I ride it out.

Then, I come.

Holy shit, do I come.

Bending forward, I rest my head on Theo’s shoulder as my muscles tighten around him. My heart is racing as the orgasm washes over me. It starts in my core, spreading to the top of my head and down to my toes. And I don’t want it to be over. To lose the connection between us like the last time we were intimate.

When I’m finished, Theo slips his hand out of my pants and licks his fingers, his hot gaze on mine. I grab the waistband of his jeans and trail my hand down to the ridge in his pants, but he stops me.

Looking up at him, I quirk my brow. “Theo…”

“You think this is the first time you’ve given me blue balls, Blakely?” He chuckles darkly, kissing the tip of my nose. “Get in the car. You can make it up to me later.”

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THEO

I was right. My balls ache. But it was worth it. To see Blake come. I hadn’t planned to finger her in her driveway, but I think she was just as pent-up as I am and needed the release.

Now, she’s chattier. Less stressed. More animated. Like the Blake I used to know. And it’s been nice. Natural. Like the good old days.

Checking the GPS on my phone, I pull into the parking lot of our final destination a few minutes later. I’ve never been here, but the reviews online were decent, and there wasn’t anything similar for at least another ten miles, so it will have to do.

Curious, Blake leans forward in her seat and looks out the windshield, checking out the old, decrepit building. “Where are you taking me?”

There’s a pink and blue neon sign hanging from the gray brick. It reads Flannigans, and a few bunches of matching balloons frame the entrance. She’s never been here, either. The realization makes me smile as another wave of anticipation floods my system. Shit, I haven’t been this excited in years.

“Remember during the summers?” I ask. “When you’d want to come with Colt, me, and Logan to the arcade?”

“And you guys were jerks and always said no?” She tears her attention from the entrance and scowls at me. “Yeah. I think I recall.”

“To be fair, it was your mom’s fault, not ours, but––”

“But I’d still mouth vacuum beach through the window when she’d drop you guys off.”

With another laugh, I turn off the car and pull the key from the ignition. “Yeah. I remember. Classy, by the way.”

She perks up in her seat and flicks her thick braid over her shoulder. “Classy’s my middle name.”

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