Page 61 of Alive and Wells

“Can do.” He looks at Cecily. “You good?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She smiles at him reassuringly. “By the way, he’s about 6’7” with short, dark hair… um, he drives a black Bentley. I’m sure he’ll stand out like a sore thumb if he comes in here.”

I’d never put any thought into what Cecily’s husband would look like. But the only guy I’ve ever known who hit his wife was short, chubby, and always looked like he needed to wash his hair. My brain pretty much decided that’s what I was up against here. Not somebody who’s five inches taller than I am and drives a car worth more than my house. A man who wants Cecily back, and is definitely going to want me dead when he finds out I’m sleeping with her.Fuck.

“So, uh, anything else I should know about this ex of yours?” I climb into the truck and turn the key, my thoughts rapidly spinning out of control. “Does he compete in Jiu-Jitsu or have military training? Anything like that? Or is he just a giant, armed dude on a warpath?”

“Are you jealous or scared?”

“A bit of both. I didn’t realize I was basically going up against Batman.”

She tosses her head back against the headrest with a laugh. “Just because he’s tall and comes from a family with money doesn’t mean he has anything on the best not-a-cowboy around. Tough men don’t need to take out their unchecked aggression on their wives.”

“Why is he driving a car that’s worth approximately ten times the amount of your tin-can?”

“Oh, he hates me driving it. Maybe even more than you do. It’s been a point of contention since the beginning. I bought it before we started dating and held onto it because I neededsomethingthat was mine. He made me quit my job, and the house is solely in his name… even my phone was technically his. KJ was quick to say things were ‘ours’, but we both knew they weren’t. He bought me a fancy car, too, and I refused to drive it.”

I try not to think about the hell she probably went through after refusing to get rid of her car for him, and make a silent promise to never be an asshole about it again. “If he doesn’t show up this weekend, I’m going to the cell phone place first thing Monday to get you a different number, all right?”

“Then we won’t know his next move.”

“So far, he’s been nothing but talk, and it’s stressing you out.” I kiss the soft skin on the back of her hand. “Either way, I’m going to keep you safe.”

Cecily loops her arm under mine, and her soft fingertips draw along the inside of my forearm while we make the five-minute journey to the drive-in theatre. Her touch calms my heartbeat and relaxes my muscles. My nerves are still a bit shot, though.

Batman or not, he’s the one who fucked up, and I’ll be the one who gets the girl in the end. I’ll make sure of it.

I open her door and she hops onto the gravel below. “I haven’t been to a drive-in since I was a kid. Sometimes my cousins and I would go when we stayed at my grandparents’ cabin. Did you come here a lot?”

Arms loaded with blankets from the backseat, I boost her into the truck box and together we set up a makeshift bed. “Almost weekly when we were little. They always played kids’ movies on Sundays. And then this was basically the only decent place in town to take a date when I was a teenager… so, yeah.”

“You mean to tell me I’m not the first girl you’ve brought to the movies?” She pulls me down next to her on the blanket pile and settles into the crook of my arm. Then pops a French fry into my mouth. “At least tell me I’ll be the first one you’ve fooled around with at the drive-in?”

“Do you want the truth, or would you prefer I lie?”

She smacks me playfully on the chest, nuzzling her head into the space between my jaw and collarbone. I really thought I would tell her I loved her tonight. But with the threat of herhusband—the word will forever make me gag when it’s associated with that asshole—being in town, it’ll have to wait. I’m not risking her thoughts being muddied when I tell her.

We’re not even twenty minutes into the movie before we’re acting like teenagers. She kisses my neck softly, and our bodies intertwine under the thin blanket. Our lips find each other in the dark and her quiet moan is muffled by a firm kiss as I slip a hand up her shirt. Exploring her mouth with my tongue, I grind on her until my cock is throbbing. Her frenzied kisses and wandering hands make the ache to be inside her unbearably intense.

I swipe across her hard nipple with my thumb, and her whimper travels through my veins. I’m positive she skipped putting a bra on because she knew this would happen, and that only makes me more wild. My girlwantedme to fondle her during the drive-in movie. I lean over, kissing her nipple through her shirt before pinching the nub between my teeth. Biting and sucking until the thin fabric of her shirt is wet and her nipples are rock hard. Her fingers thrust into my hair, forcing my face between her tits and eliciting a groan from deep in my throat. She could suffocate me here and I’d die incredibly fucking happy. I’d come back as a ghost just to thank her.

My hands rove from her nipples to her waist and down to her lower stomach. I slide over her jeans, the texture so much rougher than the soft, kissable skin underneath. My palm presses against her pussy, rubbing a slow circle overtop of where I’m sure her clit is. Proving I’m right, she bucks in response to the friction and bites down hard on my earlobe, her raspy breath blowing hot air against my neck.

All the blood from my feet rushes upward, and the blood from my head floods my groin. It’s all gathering in the space between my hips. Waiting for the sweet relief when she finally touches me.

“I can feel how bad you want me right through your jeans, darlin’.” I smile, pressing my fingers against the damp denim between her legs.

“That makes two of us.” She grips my cock through my jeans. “Since you’re the expert on drive-in theatre hookups, tell me how we should handle this.”

I’mfarfrom an expert. I fingered a girl here one time when I was seventeen and, truthfully, I don’t think I did a good job. But, the way I see it, this is a great way to get our minds off the shitty ex. The movie’s loud enough to drown outmostof our noise and my cousin’s the only cop in town, in case we get caught. I have nothing to lose and a striking, desperate need to be inside her.

“You might not be the first girl I’ve fooled around with here, but do you want to be the first one I’ve fucked?” I unbutton her jeans and then mine. Already knowing what her answer will be.

The whites of her eyes grow wide and gleam in the night. “Serious?”

“You need to be quiet though, darlin’, and that’s not your forte.” Slipping my hand into her jeans, I circle her swollen clit with my finger and her entire body shivers. As if to prove my point, a loud moan escapes her. I shove my palm over her mouth, waiting until her lips have relaxed before removing it.

“You’re not getting my cock until you can show me you can be a good girl.” I flick my finger across her clit again, then slide it into her, struggling to keep my own sounds of desire locked away.

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