“What is your fucking problem?” I nearly shout and he pulls over behind a church parking lot violently and puts the car into park.
My heart races from the jolt as he turns around and faces me.
“You. You’re my fucking problem.”
“We said we would forget about it, that we’d move on,” I reply, wanting to look away from him, but I can’t.
“Yeah, well, I can’t fucking forget about it.”
I swallow, cause it’s that cold hard truth slapping us both in the face.
“Linc,” I sigh his name and he licks his lips.
“No one has to know,” he replies.
“What?”
“We can pretend it’s like Key Club. We can have our little secrets. It’s just you and me.”
I can’t believe the words slipping out of his mouth. But then I think about how good Mr. Wayne made me feel. How after I received that note from my biological mom, all I wanted was to book the heart room and forget about all my problems.
We’ve already had sex, he already knows me intimately.
But if we do this?
There’s no turning back.
“We shouldn’t,” I whisper, glancing down at his lips and then his eyes.
He’s looking at me like he wants me more than he’s ever wanted anything in his life. It’s heady, feeling wanted.
“No one will know,” he says confidently.
My heart beat is booming in my ears as I take in his words.
Can we really do this? Is this a line I’m willing to cross?
“Let me make it all go away,” he says, and it feels like those words are the beginning of the end.
16
BEST WORST IDEA
It’s nearlyinstantaneous as the words leave my mouth.
Both of us un-click our buckles and I’m sliding my seat as far back as it can go as she climbs over the center console.
It’s the first time I have my hands on her waist, and it feels so fucking good.
Her hands work between us, tugging down my shorts and boxers to pull out my cock as I push her dress up to her hips, pushing her panties to the side.
It’s frantic, needy, and I know it won’t be enough.
She doesn’t waste any time fisting me at the base and sliding the head over her slit before slowly sinking down and taking every inch of me.
Penny leans forward, and I grab a hand full of her hair and I’m gripping her underwear so tightly I know it’s digging into her skin. I wish I could see it.
We don’t kiss.
