“Does your mom like being a dog grandma? Or does she want to be a human grandma?”
The truck rumbles to life, and I glance over at her.Is this a question about whether my mom would love Jonas?
“Um…yeah, she loves Betty. But she loves kids, too. Even the kids that aren’t her own. She treats my cousin’s baby like it’s her own grandkid.”
Whit nods slowly. Thoughtfully.
“Thanks for tonight…and for today. I don’t— Nobody does nice things for my birthday like that.”
“You deserve that every single day.”
Her lips form a pencil-thin line. Passing streetlights illuminate the cab in fleeting bursts, like a stop-motion film of Whit glancing in my direction, slowly reaching to unbuckle her seatbelt, and shuffling across the bench seat to be next to me.
“Whit, please put a seatbelt on.”
My hands grip ten and two, and I’m watching the road with the precision of somebody taking their driving test. This would be a horrible time for a raccoon or other small animal to run out onto the street, when I can’t slam on the brakes without injuring Whit.
And yet, she won’t listen.
I refuse to let my eyes stray from the road, even as her fingers walk up my chest. “Can youpleaseput a seatbelt on?”
“I hate that you’re friends with Jonas.”
“Seatbelt,” I plead. “Please, honey.I’d love to talk to you, but I can’t focus when I’m stressing the fuck out about you getting hurt.”
When it’s pretty damn clear she isn’t going to listen, I pull the truck to the side of the highway beyond the Sheridan town limits and flick my hazard lights on. Under the white cast of a full moon, I turn diagonal in my seat and slap my hands down on my thighs.
“Okay, tell me why you hate that I’m friends with Jonas.”
“Because…” Though it’s only the two of us here, she inches closer to whisper, “Because if you weren’t his only friend in the world, I’d fuck you right now.”
My heart wallops against my sternum, then cramps at the defeated undertones in her voice. She presses a kiss to my cheek, then her lips hover over my skin. They skim my coarse stubble for a few seconds before kissing me again, closer to my lips.
Her breath comes in soft pants, and her body rocks closer, so her lips brush mine and a zip of electricity heats my veins. I kiss her back on the breathlessness of a laugh. It’s playful. Trying to catch her lips before she pitches back slightly, playing tag in the dark. My senses are heightened—the spice of her perfume floods my nostrils, my lips prickle in anticipation of the next kiss, and I can feel my heartbeat chasing hers.
My fingers thread through her thick hair, and I fully capture Whit’s kiss. She smiles, thrilled to have finally been caught. The taste of everything she’s been drinking tingles my tongue, and with a firm grasp on her ass, I haul her onto my lap. She shifts to straddle my thigh, keeping our lips locked.
We’re kissing. I’m kissing Whit. Her lips are mine and no one else’s.
It’s surreal, and I devour her as I smooth my hands up her legs. She lifts her hips, manipulating my touch so my fingertips are dangerously high. Heat radiates from the apex of her thighs, and my cock’s growing uncomfortably hard againstthe zipper of my jeans. Multiple boners in one night, and not a single moment of relief—I’ll be fucking my hand until my dick’s raw when I get home later.
Her thighs spread wider, cradled around one of mine. Both the hem of her dress and my heart flutter when her pussy presses to my thigh. Pulling back from the kiss with a hitch in her breath, Whit stares at me, eyes dancing with nervous excitement.
A slow grind. Her hand wraps around the back of my neck.
“God, Colt. I fuckinghatethat I can’t fuck you right now.”
Fucking hell, I hate it, too.
Though for different reasons. Because, respectfully, fuck Jonas’s opinion about whether I should date his mom. The only reason I’m not unbuckling my belt and guiding her straight onto my hard cock is because she’s been drinking.
“Fuck me, Colt,” she says in a voice wracked with desperation. “I want you to. I-I’ve thought about it so much…the feel of this”—she cups my cock through my jeans—“filling me.I want it.”
Holy—
“Shit,” I murmur against her mouth. “Shit,honey. I want…fuck. You’re making this so hard.”
She smirks at the innuendo, gripping my stiffening dick. “Yeah, I am.”
