Mission accomplished.
Chapter Six
FLINT
Igrip the steering wheel as I pull out of the bar parking lot.
I’m an idiot. Such a fucking idiot who has no right to do what I just did, but I snapped. I couldn’t take it any longer, like watching a car crash in slow motion, and I had to get her out of there before the whole thing went up in flames. Now it’s just my body that’s on fire. And hers apparently, with the glow in her cheeks.
She hasn’t stopped smiling and biting that plump red lip since she got in the truck.
I pull up at the traffic lights and run a hand over my face, wondering if we were seen. How am I gonna tell my son? Fuck. I can’t take this any further. It was a huge mistake. I’m an asshole.
“How much have you had to drink?” I take my eyes off the road for a second to look at her.
“I’m not drunk if that’s what you’re worried about.” She gives me a dopey grin as if she’s still on a high from the kiss. “There won’t be a repeat of Halloween night.” She bites her lip again. “Unless you want it.”
A shiver shoots down my spine straight to my dick at the memory of the electrifying kiss we just shared. Her lips soft and plump, and her tongue sweet like the liquor she’s been drinking, and the feel of her pressed against my chest, her curves molding to my hard edges as if she belongs there.
“You said you couldn’t remember what happened on Halloween night.”
“I lied.” She gives me a mischievous grin. “I remember making you squirm as I took off my dress.”
“I wasn’t squirming. I was trying to get you into bed before you exposed yourself.”
She leans over, her breath fanning my cheek, her hand sliding dangerously close to my groin. “Didn’t you like what you saw?”
My knuckles whiten as I turn onto her block. The truth is, I liked it too much, but I was able to restrain myself, even in her bedroom with her undressed to her underwear. Tonight, I reached my limit. Any restraint I had went up in flames when I saw her on the dance floor with another man.
Her fingers graze my throbbing dick beneath my zipper, and I groan out her name.
“Sera.”
“Yes, Chief?” Her hand wraps over my erection, and there’s no denying how turned on I am.
“You’re gonna get us in trouble.”
“You’d better keep your eyes on the road then, Chief.”
The sound of my zipper zigs through me, ringing loud in my ears, but I can’t stop it. I want this more than I’ve wanted anything. The streetlights blur with the rolling fog. I should focus on the road, but her hand slipping inside my jeans steals my attention. Her fingers curl around my length through the gap in my boxer shorts and, fuck me, she feels like silk wrapping around steel.
“We can’t do this, Sera.” The words rasp out of me, half groan, half plea, but she doesn’t stop.
Her hand moves again, slow and deliberate. “You already are,” she whispers.
“Sera,” I growl.
“Relax. This isn’t my first rodeo, Pops.”
I can’t relax. Not with her delicate hand moving up and down my shaft. I’m about to fucking explode. “Sera, this is wrong. You’re too young.”
“I’m not a virgin. If that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Who?” I rasp out the word, needing to know but not wanting to hear it at the same time. I know she slept with my son. I heard the headboard hit the wall enough times, but I never heard her moan.
“Mason.”
“He’s just a boy. You may as well be a virgin. Did he even make you come?”
