From that moment on, I was hooked. And I made it my personal mission to become her friend.
Once the fuss around the engagement quiets down, Ansel grins and turns to Stella.
“Well,slay muffin… where’s the ring?”
My stomach drops.
Shit.
I forgot a goddamn ring.
Stupid. Stupid Donovan.
Before the shame can swallow me whole, Eleanor gently touches my arm. “Donovan, don’t worry about that. I have my great-grandmother’s ring—it would fit Stella perfectly.” Her voice trembles. “That is… if you want to use it. You’re welcome to pick something else, of course, something more modern.”
Stella and her mom dissolve into tears, and I just sit there, speechless, watching two of the people I care about most hold each other.
Then Vince stands up and shakes my hand. His grip is strong—tighter than necessary—and he leans in close enough for only me to hear:
“If you hurt my Stellina,” he whispers, voice low and lethal, “I will bury you like a secret no one ever finds.”
Stella and I make our way back to her house, while Ansel—with no hesitation and far too much enthusiasm—says yes to going home with Theo.
What the hell happened to Colin? I’ll have to ask Stella later.
We’re in my car, winding up the curvy roads toward the house, her hand resting casually on my thigh.
She taps through her phone until soft music filters through the speakers, filling the quiet. But then her hand starts to move—slowly, deliberately—up my thigh, heading straight for my cock.
With my left hand gripping the wheel tighter, I catch her wrist with my right.
“Stella, what are you doing?” I grit out, my voice already strained.
She looks over at me, eyes full of trouble, and runs her tongue along her bottom lip. “Oh, baby,” she whispers, fingers dragging higher up my thigh, “I’ve been thinking about your cock for days.”
Her lips brush my ear, and her voice drops even lower. “I want to taste you… feel you lose control in my mouth. You’ve teased me long enough—now I intend to make you fucking come, and I would like to hear how much you missed me while you do.”
“Fuck, Stella, you are driving me fucking crazy right now. Making me so goddamn hard.”
We’re still more than twenty minutes from her house, but there’s not a chance in hell I’m waiting that long. I can’t.
I veer off the main road and pull into the lookout cove, nestled in the hills and tucked back behind a line of desert brush. The air outside is crisp. The night is dead quiet. And my pulse is hammering in my ears like a fucking war drum.
I shift the car into park, but before I can move, she grabs my shirt and pulls me toward her. I kiss her hard—deep—dragging my tongue along the seam of her lips like I’ve been starving for her, because I fucking have.
She pushes me away just as fast and slips out of the car.What the hell?
She walks around to my side, slow and deliberate, her hips swaying like a fucking threat. I go to open the door, but she shoves it the rest of the way open and plants her hands on mychest, forcing me back into the seat. My feet hit the ground. She drops to her knees in front of me.
She looks up, eyes dark and daring—a fallen angel in soft pink, with sin on her lips.
“I’ve been dripping wet for days,” she says, unfastening my belt. “Playing our little phone tag games. Teasing each other like we had time to spare. But now?” Her hands yank my pants and boxers down in one pull, and my cock springs free.
Her eyes drag over me, slow and hungry. She grins as her tongue flicks out to wet her lips.
“I want you in my mouth,” she says, voice like silk and sin. “I want to feel you throb on my tongue… beg me to stop when I don’t.”
She leans in, her breath hot against my skin, her lips just barely grazing the head of my cock.
