Gabe's jaw clicks. His shoulders tighten. "You okay?"
"I'm fine," I say. "Better now."
He closes his eyes once, like that's all he needed to hear. When he opens them again, they're darker. Focused. Intent.
"Come with me," I say.
His brows lift. "Where?"
"My car."
He pushes off the wall. "Lead the way."
I walk out of the restaurant into the cool air. Gabe follows a few steps behind, hands loose at his sides, body ready for anything. A few people stare, but he ignores them. When we reach my car, I open the door. He doesn't wait for an invitation. He slips into the passenger seat, quiet and steady, watching me sit down in the driver's seat.
We don't speak. I start the engine, pull out of the parking lot, and drive toward the small turnoff near the woods. The road is empty. My heart thumps too loudly.
When I park, the night settles around us. The quiet feels charged.
Gabe turns toward me. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you," I whisper.
He takes my jaw in a hard grip and hauls me against him, kissing me like he wants my taste all over his tongue, kissing me like he is ready to bend me over the seat and fuck the need out of me right here if I let him.
I climb over the console and onto his lap, my dress sliding up my thighs. His hands go to my hips and pull me tight against him. His mouth is hungry and sure, kissing me like he's been starving for years. I grind down on him, and he groans into my mouth.
"You're driving me crazy," he mutters, voice rough. "You walk into a room, and I lose every thought I have."
I kiss him again, deeper. "Touch me."
His hands slide under my dress and grip my ass, lifting me into a better position. I rock against him. Heat floods between my legs. His grip tightens.
"You're mine tonight," he says.
My breath shudders. "Then take me."
He kisses down my neck, slow and focused. I tug at his shirt, wanting him pressed against me, wanting his hands everywhere. His fingers slip between my thighs, finding me wet through my panties.
"You're soaked," he whispers, voice shaking slightly. He hooks his fingers under the edge of my panties and slides them aside.
I gasp when he touches me.
His fingers slide in and my body arches. He kisses me again, deep and forceful, while his fingers push deeper. Then he pulls back, breathing hard, eyes locked on mine.
He unzips his jeans. "Come sit on my cock," he says.
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LENA
I stare at him for one long breath, my body already shaking from how close we are. His jeans are open. His cock is thick and hard in his hand, and he strokes the base once like he is showing me what has been waiting for me all night. My pulse kicks hard. Heat rolls through me so fast I feel dizzy.
"Come here," he says again, lower than before.
I shift forward and straddle him properly, knees on either side of his hips, the console pressed into my thigh. His hands grip my waist and pull me down onto him, sliding me right over his length. My panties drag across the head of his cock, and the friction shoots straight through me. My mouth falls open. He groans into my neck.
"Yeah," he whispers. "Ride it."
