Page 77 of Eight Years Gone

“I’m right here.”

“But you weren’t. For a long time, you weren’t.”

“You’re sitting in my car with me. We’re about to pick out Halloween costumes. We get to make every second we have now count.”

She unbuckled her belt, wrapping her arms around him.

He unbuckled himself, moving to hold her just as tightly, breathing in her shampoo.

She eased back, staring into his eyes. “I’m so glad you’re here, Jagger.”

He tugged her mouth to his, wanting to show her instead of tell her how much he agreed.

Moaning, she kissed him back with an urgency of lips colliding and tongues tangling.

“Come here,” he said, pulling her toward his side of the vehicle.

She awkwardly climbed over the console, straddling him in the cramped space, kissing him again.

His hands wandered to her breasts, cupping her, then down, lifting her skirt higher, squeezing her ass, grinding her against his erection. “I want you,” he panted out. “Right here, I want you.”

She nodded, standing up on her knees so he could pull at his snap, yank at the zipper, and free himself from his pants.

“Now, Gracie.”

“Yes.” She slid her panties to the side, whimpering as she sunk herself on him, taking him in deep.

He groaned, letting his head rest against the seat as she surrounded him with her silky heat. He’d always fit just right—snug and tight.

“Jagger,” she whispered, using her hands on his shoulders to rock a sinuous rhythm.

Gripping her hips, he helped her move faster. “You feel so good.”

She gasped, staring into his eyes as she climbed, moving faster yet.

He clutched at her skin as her panting gasps turned into shuddering moans before she tensed, crying out.

He struggled to hang on, pumping up hard, waiting for her to fall over the edge again.

And then her nails bit into his shoulders through his shirt as her body froze, then quaked.

Groaning, he jerked up several times, finally erupting.

She let her head rest in the crook of his neck as their ragged breathing filled the silence. “I’m so glad I didn’t change into pants.”

He grinned. “Ditto on that.”

She sat up, looking at him. “It’s been a long time since we’ve done anything like this.”

“I’d say we’ve got it down to a science.” He stroked her cheek as she smiled. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

She nodded.

“And we’re good?”

She nodded again. “We’re good. I just don’t like talking about my dad.”

“I get it. It’s a complicated situation. But don’t let me be the reason you don’t fix things if that’s what you want to do.”

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