Page 81 of Girl Violence

“I’m sorry I can’t see it the way you want me to,” she says calmly. “If you expect me to hate you, then you don’t know me. I don’t think you’re a bad person, and I don’t know why you thought I’d judge you. When have I ever?”

“I don’t know.” He leans his head back against the seat. “It’s funny... When I came back and we started talking again, I felt everything I didn’t feel when I was in London. It hit me all at once, and I hated it. I hated that you could just see through everything and bring it out of me. Probably the reason why I kept hanging out with Lewis and Carson after the whole drug thing. I wanted to stay on the same self-destructive path as I was in London.”

“Is that why you want to go back to a place you hate?” she asks, voice thick with emotion. “To stop feeling?”

“Not anymore.” Her heart picks up pace. “That’s what I was on my way to tell you—that I wasn’t leaving. Maybe you’d understand what happened between us meant something to me because it did.”

Josette’s heart stops, and tears blur her eyes. Unclipping her belt, she climbs over the gearbox and straddles his waist. Grabbing her thighs, he pulls her closer and wraps his arms around her, hugging her back as tightly as she is him. She breathes in faded cologne and the scent of rain. Him—her favourite smell. Her favourite place. “I miss you.”

His arms tighten around her. “I’m right here.”

Keeping her arms around him, she leans back to see his face. He looks at her, eyes hooded and dark. Her stomach flips when his hot breath fans against her lips, his hands hot on her skin.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he asks, and her stomach flips as she stares at him with shock.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

She gasps when his fingers massage her thighs, slipping under her dress. She grips onto his shirt and leans forward the same time he does, their lips colliding, unable to be apart any longer.

His lips are warm, and Josette moans when he pushes one of his hands through her hair, pulling her even closer to him. She doesn’t think she will ever get enough of this when his tongue enters her mouth. His faded minty taste and how he feels under her. Strong. Protective. Heat fires and burns between them. When he pulls away, he moans when he looks down at her legs wrapped around him. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

“So are you,” she whispers shyly, biting down on her bottom lip when he pushes back her rain jacket and takes it off.

“You’re the first girl I’ve had in my car,” he says, his hands sliding down her waist, causing her entire body to shiver.

Her breathing getting heavier. “I want to be the only one.”

Josette inhales sharply when he leans forward and kisses her neck. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, a groan erupting from her chest when he pulls down the straps of her dress. Her heart pounds. She can’t take it anymore. Grabbing his face, she kisses him with more urgency. She’s never needed anything so much, and she knows he needs it, too. Because without each other, they’re just pieces that are lost.

Grabbing the lever at the side of the chair, he leans them back, forcing them even closer. Pushing up her skirt, his hands slip up her thighs, fingers hooking her panties and pulling them down. Leaning up, she helps take them off. Once they’re discarded on the car floor, they’re kissing again.

He gasps when she reaches down and unbuttons his pants, breaking the kiss so she can tug them down, along with his boxers, freeing his erection that she aches for. Hesitating, Vince looks at her, concern washing over his features. “Are you sure?”

“About what?”

“You’ve been through something... I don’t want to push you.”

“I want you, Vince,” she admits. “I always want you. He can never ruin that.”

The storm continues wreaking havoc outside as he grabs her hips. Not a soul can see them as she clings to him and whimpers when he fills her slowly. Rocking her hips, it’s silent as they begin to fuck, gone to the intensity. Her body dampens with sweat and the windows fog, encasing them in their own haven.

Josette is so turned on that she’s no longer thinking straight as she tugs at his hair and sucks and bites his neck. Dragging her dress down, he takes her nipples into his mouth, enough to drive her crazy. Enough for her to cry out when he continues these slow, mind-blowing thrusts that seem so much deeper than usual.

Josette doesn’t imagine it. There’s something different this time. With everything out in the open, all that’s left is them. Raw feelings they have for each other. Her entire body trembles as she moves against him. Moaning, he leans his head back, lips swollen and red. He gazes at her while she rides him. “You’re all mine.”

Her heart beats faster, and she nods, rocking faster. “All yours.”

“No one is ever going to touch you again. Except me. Only me.” She nods, gasping when pleasure ripples through her lower stomach, his words like a drug.

Only him. It’s only ever been him.

Josette leans closer and kisses him, knowing she’s already so close to coming. She moves her hips against him and moans when he picks up pace. “Vince.”

“Come on, baby.” Her entire body shakes at his words, the burning inside of her growing. Without warning, she explodes around him. Wrapping his arms around her, he thrusts hard and deep, breathing heavily against her neck. She cries out and squeezes her eyelids shut until finally, he comes too with a groan. It’s the best sound she’s ever heard.

She collapses against him from exhaustion. She feels his lips graze the side of her head, and she smiles, knowing she won’t ever feel like this with anyone else.

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