Louisa makesdinner early since Connor and I have an hour-long drive back to Ricochet. We spend the time laughing and learning about each other. Louisa keeps throwing knowing glances at Connor and me, but doesn’t mention anything about what she witnessed on her porch.
By the time we leave, I’m full, relaxed, and feeling at peace—which is odd because I normally only find that when I’m alone, and usually not even then.
We’re about ten minutes into our drive when I get a text from Renner asking if I want to hit the gym with him.
Me
I’m off-mountain right now. Tomorrow?
Renner
Sure, man. How’d you get to skip practice? Saw Coach Lang drag you off. Everything okay?
Me
Yep. Coach just wanted to rip me a new one for being awesome and kicking everyone’s ass on Waterfall. Nothing new there.
I readthe text out loud to Connor, and his hands tighten on the steering wheel.
“Yeah, I probably shouldn’t have done that,” he says.
After ripping the Band-Aid off earlier, all I can think about is getting my hands back on him, so I reach across the console and put my hand on his thigh.
“But I like it when you go all caveman on me.”
His cock thickens visibly in his slacks, causing me to slide my hand over it, and I smile in the fading light of dusk as my phone dings again.
Renner
Some of us are going to check out that dance club at base village at nine, since we have a few days off and people aren’t leaving until tomorrow. You wanna tag along and show everyone up on the dance floor, too?
Again,I read it out loud. I’m not sure why; it just feels like Connor should know what’s being said.
“Tell him yes,” Connor says, surprising me.
“What? Why? I want to hang out with you,” I argue. I’m in no rush to get back to Ricochet and keep my distance from the man next to me.
“Because if I know you need to get back, I won’t embarrass myself by begging for you to stay with me tonight.”
I send a reply to Renner, turn my phone off, and stick it back in the cupholder as my fingers flex involuntarily around Connor’s shaft.
“Please don’t make me wreck this car,” he says, even as his hips reach for me.
“How am I supposed to pretend like I don’t want this? Wantyou?” I ask, slowly moving my hand back and forth.
He thrusts upward again.
“The same way I am.” His voice has dropped an octave, making my mouth water.
“We still have two and a half hours before we would have to be back, and now, we’re less than an hour from Ricochet,” I argue. “Maybe if we get this out of our systems, you know, do the forbidden thing once, then we can go back to focusing on boarding, and I can stop thinking about your dick twenty-four/seven.”
“Are you telling me you want me to pull over so we can fuck on the side of the road?” Connor doesn’t sound like he’s totally opposed to the idea, and my stomach swirls.
“Depends on your definition offucking,I guess,” I answer honestly. I’m not sure either of us is magically ready to take a cock up the ass right this second. “I was thinking more along the lines of road head…but hell, we can try the other thing if you want.”
The more we talk about it, the more turned-on we both become, and whereas I was fully prepared for him to tell me to fuck off a few minutes ago…I will no longer takenofor an answer.
Connor blows out a shaky breath, his cock now fully hard along his thigh.
