Andy pulls the remote out of his pocket, clicking the button to turn the toy off before chucking it into his back seat. In the time it takes me to scramble and get my pants and boots off, Andy has moved the driver’s seat as far back as it can go and has his fully erect cock pulled out with his jeans down by his knees. I waste no time, crawling onto his lap and getting myself situated before impaling myself on him with a loud moan.
The steering wheel is digging into my back a bit, and this position is a bit awkward, but it feels so good that I don’t care. I sit still and look at Andy, whose green eyes have disappeared behind his blown-out pupils. His wicked grin is gone, replaced with a look of pure lust and he groans at the sensation of our connected bodies.
“Fuck Charlie, you’re so wet. You feel amazing.” His voice is a growl, but he doesn’t move yet. “Is this position okay?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Quick, dirty, fast,pleaseAndy. If I don’t come soon, I might combust.”
I start gyrating as much as the small space we’re stuck in allows me to, trying to get myself there. Andy springs intoaction, pulling me in for a punishing kiss as he starts to thrust into me.
All that build up, and I explode in literal seconds. I pull away from Andy’s mouth, crying out, while he continues to thrust and growl his pleasure.
“That was pretty quick, baby girl. I think I might be able to get a second one out of you.”
My answering moan spurs him on, and Andy starts sucking on my neck while moving faster. My body is lit up with pleasure, and I have no clue how I’m going to give this up in the spring. I feel sogood.So desired, wanted. It’s intoxicating.
Andy was right, he gets another orgasm out of me and comes with me this time. It isn’t until I am pulling myself off him and feel our combined juices running down my thighs that it occurs to me that we didn’t use protection.
“Shit, sweetheart. I forgot to put a condom on!” Andy looks panic-stricken as I use my panties to clean myself up. Classy, I know.
My mom taught me a long time ago to never solely rely on a man for protection. “I have an IUD,” I inform Andy. “And I’m clean.”
Andy breathes a sigh of relief. “Well, I was planning on having the contraception talk with you on our next date, but I’m clean too.”
I think it’s sweet that he takes the time to prove it. Andy pulls out his phone and opens his health services app, showing me his most recent screening. I do the same, and Andy grins wide again. “Does this mean I don’t have to use a condom to fuck you anymore?”
I laugh. “I guess not!”
“Fuck yeah!” Andy leans over and plants another kiss on my lips before starting up his truck. “Let’s get you home, pretty girl.”
Chapter 26
Charlie
I can see Max smirking at me through the window when I pull up to the rink. I smirk right back, and he meet him at the door where he lets me in.
“Have a good weekend?” Max asks, knowing damn well that I did.
“Yeah, it was great. Hope yours was too!”
“It was perfect. Would love to do it again sometime,” Max says with a wink.
I flush, still smiling like an idiot. God damn, he really is just too attractive. All the three of the guys are. This shit just can’t be real. I probably got into an accident on my way up here and my horny brain came up with these guys as a coma dream.
“And Andy treated you well? He seemed like he had a good time, but that asshole wouldn’t tell me anything!” Max huffs, frustrated.
“Oh yeah, he was wonderful. Both of you are too good to me.” I grin at the memory of just how wonderful Andy was yesterday as I make my way over to the rentals desk to put my stuff down.
“You deserve nothing but the best, gorgeous. I hope you brought a book today though. I’ve got nothing but lessons today, so I don’t think you’re going to have much to do.”
I pull my newest read out of my bag and pass it over for Max toinspect. “This one is a cowboy romance. It’s been a slow burn so far, but I think something interesting is about to happen.”
Max frowns at the cover, turning it over to read the description. “Never been a big fan of cowboys. Reminds me too much of those damn Albertans and their terrible driving skills.”
“That seems like a bit of an overgeneralization,” I admonish him.
“You haven’t lived here for a while so maybe you don’t remember, but they are all terrible at driving,” Max reminds me.
“Have you ever driven in Van? Absolutely everyone sucks at driving. Last winter I watched a 12 car pile up happen in slow motion because no one could figure out braking on an icy hill.”
