“The best,” I bit out back to him.
Somehow in the years we were apart, we had grown more bold together, not caring about anything but getting what we both wanted, and in that moment, it was this. This connection between us, and I was hoping it was more than just our bodies.
He thrust into me again and again as my ass slid across the black car beneath me. I lifted my legs and hooked them around his waist, pulling him closer to me. His hands came down onto the car and caged me in as he rutted against me. His face contorted and he sped up. A hand came to my pussy and he played with my clit, pinching and pulling.
“Zeke.”
“Fuck yes, say it, Daisy. Say my fucking name.”
“Zeke!” I shouted and his name echoed off the walls as I announced my orgasm to anyone who was close enough to hear. My body shook and the tingles I felt started from my toes to the tip of my head, and I jerked against his body, trying to pull more of it out.
Zeke thrust in one more time to me and held me as his body quacked above me. Our breaths were heavy and took a few seconds to even out as we stayed where we were on top of the car. I looked around the shop and Zeke rested his head against my chest.
I played with his hair as I peeked at a few newspaper articles on the wall behind a desk in the far corner. There was a door next to it and I saw a shadow pass by the window.
“Zeke, I think someone’s outside.” I pushed at him, trying to regain some sort of form of decency in case someone walked in. He stood up straight and tucked his dick into his pants and then ran a hand through his hair. It was longer than I remembered, but shorter now on the sides. It suited him well.
“You’re probably right. You should go.” He left me where I still sat on the car and fetched his shirt, throwing it back on in a matter of seconds, like nothing had just happened here.
“Zeke.”
“You got what you came here for. A good fuck. Now you can go back to your parents.”
He crossed his arms over his chest again and my heart broke a little. He was closing himself off again and I hated that I had made him this way. I was smart enough to know I had broken Zeke’s heart, but I wanted more than anything now to put it back together.
If only he would let me.
“I want to talk—”
“Not right now, Daisy.”
“Please.” I jumped off the car and smoothed my dress back down. I tried so hard to make myself look older when I decided to come here today. I wanted to talk to Zeke about us and explain what had happened, but he wasn’t having it, and the sex had just thrown everything off kilter.
“Just leave.”
He pointed toward the door and I took the final hint.
I left him alone, but I wasn’t giving up that easily when it came to Zeke. If there was anything I was more than sure of, it was that I still loved him and I knew he still loved me.
He just didn’t want to admit it.
