When we pulled up outside his house, he said, “It’s physics.You could create the effect with that green slime we used to love as kids and bottle rockets.Cost you less than thirty bucks.”
I sat back in my bucket seat and stared across the console at him.“You’re brilliant.A freaking genius.”No doubt my smile was cheesy as hell, but I didn’t care.Cash’s elegant—and cheap—idea solved my problem.Win.
He smiled back at me.“Does that mean you’re coming in for a while?”
Gazing at the number of cars in the driveway, I said, “Too big an audience.”I unbuckled my seat belt and leaned across the console, cupping the side of his face in my palm.“Besides, don’t athletes need to be hungry before a big game?”
A growl was his answer.He did not pass Go, he did not collect two hundred dollars, nope.Instead, Cash sealed his lips to mine and plundered my mouth like a pirate, taking all the treasure he could find.By the time he let me up for air, every window in my ride was fogged, and somehow I was sitting on his lap with my feet dangling over the console.His hand had found its way under my shirt, and when a waft of cool air passed over my skin, my nipples tightened even more since my bra had migrated to somewhere near my collarbone.
“Cash.”I panted.“We are not having sex in my car in front of your house.”
His gaze touring the windows made opaque with our breath, he said, “I don’t see why not.It’s more private than my bedroom.”His eyes flashed fire, and the devil in his grin dared me.
His long legs took up all the space in the footwell in front of his seat, but I still managed to pretzel myself into sliding between them.Then I went to work on the fly of his jeans.
“Not exactly what I had in mind.”
“Are you turning down a blow job?”I blinked up at him with all the innocence I could muster.
“Fuck.”He huffed the word out on a long breath.
Continuing my mission, I dragged down his zipper.“I’ll take that as a no.”
A second later, I was lapping precum from the tip of his cock, savoring his salty-sea taste, then going after what I wanted.It only took a few long pulls, with me hollowing my cheeks as I suctioned my mouth around him, for his control to snap.
“Saylor!”he gritted through his teeth.
The satin of his skin against my tongue as I slicked my lips along his hard length turned me on, and I worked him faster with my mouth and my hands.In our cramped quarters, neither of us could move much, which only made what we were doing more fun.For me anyway.His deep groans sounded almost like he was in pain, but his hands flexing in my hair told me he did not want me to stop.
“Saylor!Shit.I’m gonna come.”
And then he did, his shouts deafening in the close confines of my car.With long, slow strokes, I worked him through his climax, savoring his loss of control, because, yeah.I did that.While I might be kneeling in the footwell, I was the one in charge of this big, brilliant man’s pleasure, which gave me a rush like nailing a scene in one take.Over.The.Top.Hot.
When our breathing approximated normal, I reached across his thigh to grab some napkins from the console, taking care to clean him up before he tucked himself back inside his jeans.Only then did I notice the pins and needles in my legs.
“I think the only way for me to move is if we open the door.”
A frown marred his handsome features.“But I haven’t had my turn with you.”
With a long-suffering stare from beneath my brows, I said, “Exactly what do you think just happened here?”
“You’re the only one who’s ever gotten me off like that.”The rasp in his words made them even sexier.“Now I’d like to give that to you.”
That sexy voice was almost my undoing.Clearing my throat, I said, “Trust me, sugar.I had a great time.”A grunt of pain escaped me as I tried to ease my legs.“Now I need to move.”
With one last longing stare, Cash opened the car door.After a bit of squirming around like some weird car version of Twister, I squeezed into myself while he lifted his leg and dragged his foot carefully above my head to let himself out of my ride.Then he reached inside and basically levitated me out of the car to lean against him while I regained feeling in my legs.
“I’d like to see you after the bonfire tomorrow,” he whispered into my hair as he held me close.
“No doubt the whole gang will meet up at Stromboli’s after your coach sends you guys off with his rousing speech.”
“That’s not what I meant.”He pulled back to catch my eyes.“And you know it.”
“You should probably sleep in your own bed the night before such a big game,” I hedged.
“That means you’re coming over here after Stromboli’s?”
“I don’t want to be a distraction before game day…”
