Page 41 of Dare to Rock

Glancing at the mostly cleaned table, Avery nodded. “If you’re sure.”

“You two have better things to do than hang out with the old folks. I’m just so happy you came by.”

“And I’ll come again, Mom. I promise.” He rose and hugged his mother tight. “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too.”

Grey said good-bye to his stepfather, and Avery made her rounds too. Finally, they were in the car, driving home.

“Things went well, yes?” Avery asked.

“Very.” Although he and his mother hadn’t had an in-depth conversation, she’d heard what he’d said to Ricardo, and in his heart, Grey knew she understood how he felt.

“Someone was in a hurry to leave though.” Avery turned her head, and he caught her gaze for a moment before returning his focus to the road.

“And you wonder why?” He placed a hand on her knee and inched his fingers up her silken skin, reaching slowly higher until he encountered lace.

He wondered what color it was, and he accelerated, wanting to find out faster.

“Grey,” she said, her attempt at reprimanding him turning into a moan as his fingers slid over her sex, and he discovered her panties were already damp.

“Problem, sugar?” he asked, stroking the lace covering her slick, hot flesh, and his cock jumped inside his shorts.

“You need to drive,” she said, her voice hoarse with desire.

He swallowed a moan of his own. “Good thing for you I can do two things at once. And do them both well.”

His gaze remained on the road, but the rest of his senses were attuned to her. He pressed his thumb over her clit, and her thighs parted, giving him better access.

“Do you want to know why I left so quickly?” He didn’t give her a chance to respond. “I’ll tell you. Because I watched you all night, so sweet and pretty as you helped my mom, and all I could think about was messing up your hair with my hands, hiking up that dress, and taking you hard and fast. You want that too, don’t you?”

She arched her hips, her pussy thrusting against his fingers, so needy.

He wanted her at his place, and that’s where he was headed, but first he had to hear her come. He gripped the wheel with one hand, his teeth clenched so hard his jaw ached.

With his free hand, he slid his fingers beneath her panties and encountered bare flesh. “Fuck, you’re wet for me.” He stroked her sex, lubricating his fingers, gliding back and forth over her clit.

He caught sight of his exit and managed to take the correct one, her heavy breathing beating a rapid cadence in his ear. He toyed with the tiny bud, alternating between tweaking it between his thumb and forefinger and soothing it with slick strokes.

“Grey, God, harder, so close. So close.” Her hips bucked rapidly against him, and she grabbed his wrist, shoving his hand hard against her sex.

She was frantic, and he couldn’t focus. Couldn’t get her off without killing them both. He didn’t know what the fuck he’d been thinking. He’d just needed to feel her so damned bad.

“Hang on.” He swore and removed his hand.

She whimpered and began to stroke herself with no help from him. Fuck that. “Do not come without me,” he ordered.

“Seriously?” Her gaze met his, a heady mixture of disbelief and desire filling the depths.

“Yes,” he bit out, pulling over to the side of the road not far from his apartment.

She was still stroking herself when he shoved the gearshift into park, removed his seat belt, and maneuvered his body closer so he had more room, more leverage.

“Hands on either side of your lap,” he said in his deepest, most commanding tone.

She balled her hands into fists at her sides, and he relaxed a bit.

He leaned across the console and kissed her hard, at the same time sliding her panties down to her knees. He pushed two fingers inside her tight channel, gliding in and out, pressing hard on her clit with his thumb.

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