I bang my elbow on the driver’s side door trying to pull my pants down.
The car horn honks again, and we both freeze, looking around. The garage is dark and quiet.
“Here, let me…”
“Put your arm over there.”
“My skirt is caught on something.”
“My zipper’s stuck.”
“Hold still.”
Zip.
“Ready for another driving lesson?”
Our foreheads bump.
“Ow.”
“We should have done this in the Jeep. Here. Hold on.”
The seat moves back with a mechanical whir.
“Much better.”
I suck her nipple into my mouth. She moans.
“Jordan. Inside me. Now.”
I grab her hips. She grabs my shoulders. My dick waits, eager and dripping at her pussy.
Then…
“Ride me, baby.”
Chapter 48
“You’re walking funny,” Mason leans over to say right after Jordan pulls me between his legs on the lounger.
While Jordan and I were indisposed, everyone gathered poolside to eat and watch a movie playing on an inflatable projection screen set up in the pool. With all the cars zooming around on screen, it must be one of theFast and the Furiousmovies.
“I saw that, too!”
My hopes of Jordan and me sneaking back unnoticed fails spectacularly. I gape at Mason beside me, then Harper, who’s smooshed with Bennett in the lounge chair on my other side.
“I am not.”
Jordan pulls me back to his chest, kisses me with a wide grin, and smugly whispers in my ear, “You are.”
Profound mortification causes my cheeks to burn.
Next time Jordan and I have a quickie, it won’t be inside his Tesla again. My body contorted in unexpected ways that outrivaled any yoga pose. And that’s not counting all the stuff we did last night.
I feel the heavy weight of eyes on me. It’s a familiar sensation stemming back to when I was a teenager and everyone at school would stare at me with whispered taunts and degrading insults. I don’t have to look to know the owner of the stare is Daniella.
“Seems like Mike is making his move,” Harper says with amusement.
