Page 25 of A Date with Fate

His thighs rubbed against the backs of mine, a visceral reminder that he’d barely pulled his shorts down before pushing himself into me. But somehow, the idea that he’d just barely gotten his clothes off in his desperation to get inside me only made it more hot.

I could feel the heat pulling, the pressure increasing with every pump of his hips against me. Gritting my teeth, I sagged into his hold, letting his powerful hands move me to exactly where he wanted. The care he held me with was such a conflict with the powerful thrusts of his cock inside me.

It was undoing me.

I wanted him to feel the same way. I felt the madness as it burned me up inside. Rolling my hips up a little, I clenched down on him, desperate to keep him far inside, where I could feel the girth of him inside me.

He cursed, and I smiled just for a moment. Before his pumps doubled in speed and intensity and I knew I had succeeded. That this would be the end of him.

And maybe the beginning of something else entirely.

“Taylor, baby, come for me. Right there…” Scott pushed deep, holding himself while a hand slipped around to my front, pressing firmly against my clit. “Right now, let me feel you work me down, baby.”

My body exploded, the waves of pleasure gripping me from my toes to my fists in the blankets. I cried out soundlessly, hips squirming a little as Scott’s fingers dug into my hips and the hot pulse of him filled me completely.

When we fell to the side, still wrapped in each other, I let him pull me close. It felt as natural as breathing, the intimacy of his hold choking me. And with every breath we took together, my back to his chest, I couldn’t find it in myself to be anything but completely content with him.

There couldn’t be anything wrong with a relationship that felt like this.

I knew it.

***

I could tell the moment we got close to Jackson Falls. A sort of giddy joy seemed to consume Scott. He stopped singing along to the radio, his hands tightening on the steering wheel as we turned off the main highway onto a smaller two lane road.

“Are you excited?” I felt a little silly asking, especially since it was so clear. But I wanted him to know I noticed. That I understood.

Scott’s eyes flickered over, his hand moving off the wheel to grip my thigh possessively. My body hummed with delight at his touch, and I made sure to press my hands over his.

“I am,” he admitted, looking ahead again. “It’s only been a few days, but with all the chaos my brothers can start, I know that I need to get back. Plus, Mom’s going to lose it when she sees the camper.”

I grinned at him. “She’d love it if you showed up with some sleeping bags, you know.”

“I know that, but this is way better than a sleeping bag. And even better now that you’re here.”

“Me?”

“Oh God, Mom loves you.”

My eyes were bulging, I was sure of it. “You’re kidding.”

“Not at all. I know she spent a lot of time chasing my siblings, but she worried about you and Logan constantly.” Scott’s hand tightened on my thigh. “She always wanted a daughter. She just told us we had to be the ones to pick them out for her.”

“Wow” was all I could say, my chest suddenly aching with that bit of information. Suzy Spears had always been so kind, so welcoming. Now that I thought about it, I guessed she had been around quite a bit. For all that I loved my mother, she had spent most of my childhood working frantically to care for us financially. Logan was older. He’d gotten more of her time than me. Or at least that’s how it had always felt. Now, looking back, I realized just how much I’d relied on Scott’s family. I couldn’t help but doubt Scott’s words though. How would they react to me with him? I was a recently fired, recently single woman who grew up a child with no foundation for a family. Everything Scott and his family valued was completely foreign to me.

Scott's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “I’m not sure what you're thinking, but I can tell it’s not good.''

“It’s fine.”

Scott snorted. “I’m an adult man, Taylor. Saying ‘it’s fine’ is basically like confessing that nothing is fine at all.”

I grinned at him, sliding over as far as my seat belt would allow. “Aren’t you a clever guy?”

Scott leaned back, trying to look down into my face. His expression was serious, almost irritated. “You don't need to do that, Taylor. Just tell me what you’re really worried about.”

“I’m not worried.”

He turned back to the highway, steering around a large pothole. “You’re not telling me the entire truth. When you’re ready, I’ll be here.”

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