Page 8 of Always. Forever.

“Yes, course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?” I blurt.

“I don’t know, maybe because your legs have my hand in a death grip.”

Oh.Oops.I open my legs a bit so he can remove his hand, but he uses the opportunity to move his hand farther up, resting it on the crease of my bikini line. I close my eyes, trying to calm my racing heart. Maybe he doesn’t realize what he’s doing and it’s just me.

He knows exactly what he’s doing when he grazes his pinky finger over the seam of my jeans directly over my center. He’s not applying pressure but the ghost of a touch has me craving more.

“Jace, what are you doing, concentrate on driving, we will be at the restaurant soon,” I say, breathless. As turned on as I am, I don’t think this is the best idea while he’s driving.

“You worry too much, babe.” He smiles and then removes his hand, only to bring it up to my high-waist jeans and undo the button. Before I can even say anything, his hand is pushing past the waistline of my panties. The minute his fingers touch my pussy, he smiles. “Ry. You’re fucking soaked, what have you been thinking about?” He runs his fingers through my slit, grazing my clit, causing my breath to hitch. My whole body is craving him now. I can’t believe he is doing this while driving, but if he stopped, I would scream.

I glance up at Jace, he keeps his eyes on the road with one hand controlling the wheel. I move my legs to the left to give him better access. If he won’t stop, I want to at least make it easier for him, as our safety is also at risk here.

“Answer me, baby, what were you thinking about?” he rasps.

I gasp as he pushes two fingers inside me. I try to ride his fingers, as I can already hear how wet I am. Then I realize I haven’t answered him. “I was wa-watching you—oh god—driving and reveling in how sexy you are,” I say as quickly as possible because I’m losing my breath. He pushes two fingers as deep inside me as he can go, hooking them at the right angle, causing goose bumps to erupt down my body. It’s not going to be long, the pressure is already building in the core of my stomach.

“Do you know how sexy you are, beautiful girl?” His seductive voice fills the car. The heel of his palm rubbing against my clit. I glide my hips up and down, shamelessly rubbing myself against his palm. “I want you to come, Rylee, I want your cum running down my fingers. When we’re at the restaurant, I want to be able to smell your juices on me while I’m eating.”

“Oh, fuck. Ja-ce, don’t stop.” While holding his arm in place, my orgasm hits me hard. I can’t catch my breath. Jace slowly pushes his fingers in and out while I ride out the orgasm.

“That’s it, baby, I can’t wait to get you home later. There was no way I could wait until then for a taste,” he says as he pulls his fingers out of my jeans and brings them to his lips, licking them clean.

I swear he gets hotter by the day. While I come down from my orgasm, it hits me how dangerous but also how hot that was. I glance down at his lap and see the bulge in his pants. I smirk to myself, thinking of all the ways I can pay him back later.

Pulling up in the restaurant lot, I flip down the sun visor and flip the mirror open to check my makeup and hair before getting out. I wipe under my eyes and run my fingers through my hair. I’m flushed, but I can blame that on the weather, it’s January and is freezing in Baltimore.

“You’re beautiful as always, babe,” Jace says while grabbing his dad’s present from the back seat.

“I still can’t believe you did that while driving, Jace.”

“I’m pretty sure I heard you say, ‘Don’t stop, Jace’?” He pulls a serious face like he is trying to remember something. I laugh and punch him in the arm. He throws his head back on a laugh and gets out of the car. I step out also and spot Jace’s Aunt Bridget getting balloons out of her car.

“Hey, Bridge,” I say as we approach the car.

Jace gives her a hug and kisses her head. She wraps her arms around Jace’s waist and squeezes him.

“I have missed you both so much, it feels like forever since I have seen you,” she mumbles into Jace’s chest. It’s funny seeing them together, Jace with his six-foot-three self dwarfs Bridget’s five-foot frame. She is so dinky, and from the back, you would think she was a child. However, she is beautiful, you would never in your life think she is forty-three, she is slim but curvy and is always styled in the latest fashion, always wearing heels and looks immaculate. People that didn’t know her would probably think she was a bit stuck-up, but it couldn’t be any further from the truth. She is one of the nicest and caring ladies I have ever encountered. I feel lucky to have her in my life. She also adores Jace as if he were her own.

Jace takes the balloons from her while I grab a few other party bits out of the trunk.

“Thank you, my beautiful girl,” she says while grabbing my face with both hands and giving me a kiss on each cheek.

Her kind big blue eyes stare back at me, creasing in the corners from her big smile. I class Bridget as my own aunt, she’s made me feel comfortable from day one. She is the fun, cool aunt with no kids and just lives her life carefree while going on loads of holidays each year. She lives her best life when not working and has always said she has no regrets not having children, not that she couldn’t have them now at forty-three, but she likes doing things spontaneously and not having anyone to care for. I respect her for that.

“Something about you is different, Bridge, but I can’t pinpoint what it is.” I step back, scanning her from head to toe.

She smirks while standing there, letting me take her in. When my eyes trail back to her face, I notice the two ash-blond sweeps hanging down and around her heart-shaped face.

“Oh my God,” I say, “your hair!”

“Do you like it?” She beams and grabs her long glossy hair from behind her and brings it around her delicate shoulders as it cascades down her front, hitting just below her waistline.

“Bridge, I love the colors, is it low lights? I love the layers too!” I gush while running my hands through the long straight strands. I keep staring at the mix of blonde and brown, imagining what I would look like with some blonde highlights through my dark brown hair.

“It is. Ken did such a good job of it.” As if reading my mind, she follows up with “He could do yours too, Ry. It would make those gorgeous bluey-green eyes of yours stand out more.” Ken has always been Bridget’s hairdresser. I have met him a couple of times at some of Bridget’s parties, as they have a close friendship. I could have sworn something was going on with them once, but she assured me he was gay. However, the way his eyes followed Bridge every time she walked, I would say he’s bi.

“Mine does need some TLC, and this is stunning, Bridge. I can’t stop running my fingers through it, it’s like I’m touching silk. The way it gleams is beautiful.”

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