I’m floored and kind of shocked, but I quickly realize that it’s in a good way.
Still, I have to ask, “But what about our big talk? I thought you didn’t ‘do’ relationships?”
“I don’t,” she says softly as she finally looks up and over at me. Our eyes meeting, she whispers, “But I’m willing to try one with you.”
Why is my heart filling with such joy?
I guess because I want the same thing—I want to date her.
No, I want more—I want Madison Ellery to be my fucking girlfriend.
Madison, misreading my silence, says, “See, I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“No, no.” I shake my head. “That’s not why I’m being quiet. I was just thinking”—I take her hand—“that I want to try too. So…” I twist to face her more fully and, keeping her hand in mine, ask, “Madison, will you be my girlfriend?”
Beaming, she nods. “I will.”
Good God, we’re like high schoolers navigating new waters here.
In a way, this is true. We are not high schoolers, but this is new territory for us. And, crazy though it sounds, it’s making me feel fucking carefree as hell.
And because I feel that way, without a care in the world that we’re in a fucking truck pull-off out in the middle of nowhere, where someone could definitely pass by, I unbuckle my seat belt and descend on my official girlfriend, covering her in a barrage of happy kisses.
Iam so giddy. And then, when Lennox leans over and starts kissing the crap out of me, I am freaking turned on.
I don’t care that we’re pulled off on the side of the road in some dirt lot. It’s late fall, so the days are short. The sun is setting, and there are no other cars around. In fact, not one has passed since we’ve been sitting here.
So, fuck it.
Lennox is clearly on the same page, seeing as he’s hovering over me and just slipped his fingers under my panties, where he starts—aaaahh—working my clit in a most wondrous way.
I let him bring me to the brink, then push him back over to his seat, climb over the console, and straddle him. He’s making this easy, seeing as while I’m maneuvering out of my panties, he’s yanking down his jeans and boxer briefs.
His rigid cock springs free, and I am on it in a lust-fueled frenzy, riding him hard and fast.
He’s slipped down my sundress, and his mouth is on one of my breasts while his hand works the other.
I’m close, so close.
And then I’m there, coming and coming and coming.
I feel him join me, and this is so fucking good. So good that afterward I melt into him, and we breathe heavily together until we’re both calmed down.
“Wow,” I murmur once I can talk.
“Wow is right,” he rasps into my hair.
I lean back and kiss his lips before I share, “I like fucking my new boyfriend.”
“And he likes fucking you too,” he tells me with a chuckle as he places his hands on either side of my face.
He kisses me so sweetly, so gently.
A car finally passes, their headlights shining into the Nav.
But it doesn’t matter. It’s dark out now, and the windows are a steamy mess. No one can see a thing.
Still, we view it as our cue to clean up and get our clothes back on and straightened out.
