James has her already sitting in the third-row seat.
She looks at me with pursed lips and then at James, who’s now standing outside the car. He clears his throat, and I climb into the third-row seat with her.
Because even if I can’t kiss her, I need to be near her.
Even if my knees are in my fucking chest.
“No dice on the ride?” I ask low enough that the others can’t hear, sitting sideways.
“I was caught,” she mutters, glancing at our bodyguard.
I should have known better. “Guess that’s what we pay him for.”
The rest of the band files in, and as the inside lights turn off and Reed and Bonnie begin recapping the entire show, I reach for Andi.
I need to feel her.
I only mean to touch her, to squeeze her slightly, or massage her knee. But dammit… it’s so dark here that I’m curious as to what I can get away with. The second row bench seat is high enough that nothing can be seen if one of the others were to turn around.
I wonder if her heart is racing as fast as mine.
The music is deafening—or maybe that’s because I still hear echoes. Reed and Bonnie’s laughter is hysterical. I shift in my seat, moving closer to her.
Andi seems to have a better idea.
She turns her back to me, sits between my thighs, bends her left knee in the seat, and pulls out her camera to show me the photos she took at the concert. The back screen glares when she turns it on, and we both wince.
“Oh, shit, that’s bright,” she mutters as I wrap my arms around her waist. I feel her tense. Nevertheless, in the next second, she’s opening her legs wider.
I think I’m fucking in love with her.
I slide my hand beneath the waistband of her leggings. Her breath catches when I maneuver my fingers over her stomach to her pussy, and as if she knows she’s staggered too long, she flips through a couple of photos.
“Holy shit,” I mutter, and it isn’t just because the photo she’s showing me is impressive.
She’ssoaked.
I want to groan. Want to lay my head against hers and tell her to lie on her back so I can taste this.
“This is amazing,” I continue, trying to keep my voice from hitching. “Fucking amazing.”
I stroke up and down her center with two fingers on either side of her clit, pinching when I pull up.
“You like it?” she asks, and I know she doesn’t mean the fucking photo.
“Love it,” I tell her.
She keeps flipping through the images as I continue touching her clit, continue teasing her in full view of everyone around us.
I reach for her camera with my free hand and wrap my fingers around the outside of hers as I feel her begin to tremble. Her thighs tighten around my hand as I alternate motions, pressuring her pussy harder.Faster—without making too much distracting motion.
“Hey—why does he get to see pictures?” comes Reed’s voice.
My head shoots forward to find Reed turned in the front seat as if he’d shifted to look back at Bonnie and happened to see the camera screen illuminating in the darkness.
I don’t stop touching her.
Andi glances up. “He’s beside me,” she says. “Do you want to see them?”
