Page 48 of Eligible Best Friend

Helping her stand, I wait until she’s steady before I rush through the quickest burial this geocache box has ever seen. She’s shrugging into her backpack by the time I stand. I put mine on backward so it’s over my stomach and turn around.

Waving to my back, I say, “Hop on.”

She doesn’t move. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope.”

“No. Just no. It’s not a short walk.”

“I’m dying here, Lia. If I don’t carry you, I might take you in the dirt.” I look over my shoulder to show her how serious I am. I won’t attack her, but I’m hurting and I miss her weight on me.

“If you get a hernia, I’m going to be an anonymous caller and vanish before the ambulance arrives.”

“Deal.”

She’s ginger about crawling on, but I hitch her legs up and she twines her ankles together. I start at a walk and pick up my pace.

“Seriously, you’re running,” she shrieks and clings tighter.

Yes, I’m running. All those hours on my days off working out with the firemen after Cass dumped me are paying off.

I don’t trip or stumble the entire way. Her breath in my ear is my accelerant. I want her breathing heavy and wrapped around me but facing the other direction. And her car might provide enough shelter to make that happen.

We near her car and she digs her keys out and hits the unlock button. I don’t drop her at the driver’s door but round the back instead.

She slides down my body as I open the door behind her, and any blood diverted from my dick during that run rushes right back.

“I can’t believe you did that.” She’s out of breath, her cheeks still flushed with her orgasm.

“Fireman fundraiser. We used to do stupid relays with the firemen to raise money. You’re much lighter than a dude in gear. Get inside.”

Confusion passes over her face. “In the back seat?”

I let my expression speak for itself.

Her mouth forms an O and she scans our surroundings. All is quiet. There’re only the faint sounds of traffic coming off the highway and I’m willing to risk a little exposure. Is she?

“Only if you want to.”

She looks around again. “Is it naive that I thought after high school no one messed around in cars anymore?”

“All I’m thinking about right now is that there’s a car we can mess around in.” As soon as possible. My zipper has to be pulsing with my heartbeat.

Resolve sets in her eyes and she drops her pack on the ground. She opens the door and crawls inside, then spins to shimmy out of her pants.

I grin and bring out my wallet.

I withdraw the condom and toss the wallet on the front seat. I cover myself in record time and crowd in with her.

Since it’s my ass in the air, I have to leave the door open, or there’s no way we’ll fit in her little sedan. It takes some adjusting and shifting before one of her legs is between the front seats and her other foot is pushing against the back window.

She’s practically pinned in place by the time I slide into heaven. Sweltering heat grips my cock and I hang my head, letting the bliss wash over me.

I have to use my hands to keep my weight off of her so she’s not crushed into the car door, but she’s there with me, pushing in to meet my thrusts.

It shouldn’t be so hard to see to her pleasure but I have to force myself to slow down and find the angle that drives her crazy.

We’re sweating within seconds, but it doesn’t slow us down. Her face is red from the warm interior of the car. Before I drip all over her, I open her door and catch her before she flies out the back.

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