“Alright, stay here while I get your car to a safer spot.”
We look at each other for a second, like there’s more we want to say, but neither of us does.
“Here,” I say when her gaze lingers a little too long. If she keeps looking at me like that, she’s going to figure out exactly what’s been running through my head. “I brought you hot chocolate… to warm you up.”
The last part comes out too fast, and I feel like a damn teenager.
“Thanks,” she says, still a little dazed.
“I’ll be right back.” I throw her a wink before shutting the door.
The truck cabin was getting too hot. Or maybe it’s just her.
Either way, this is going to be a long night. And it will be just my hand and me.
Fucking long indeed.
Chapter 9
Penny
Holy fucking hell. Has Miles always been this attentive? He’s left me speechless a couple of times tonight, and I don’t know how to feel about that.
If he’d done it with his tongue between my legs, I'd understand. But the man hasn’t touched me, not even once, and I’m a puddle ofgoo at his mercy.
I fan myself at the thought of the one night he was mine. It was magical, whimsical, perfect. It was everything. My clit throbs at the memory of Miles running his calloused fingers over my sensitive nipples.
Great timing, girly. Now you’re going to be all hot and bothered while sharing the same air in the small cabin of his truck.
I look out the windshield, trying to find a distraction from my rowdy thoughts. But all that does is land me right back on Miles, working, focused, tidying up his hitch line.
He’s wearing a Carhartt jacket that hits right at the waist, giving me the perfect view of his ass.
Damn.
He’s fine. Fine as all hell.
Clearly not finding any help out there, I reach for my bag and start going through it, hoping I can at least get my mind on something else—like figuring out what I even have with me for this unexpected sleepover at Miles’s place.
I know it’s the right call, staying the night. I just don’t know how I’m supposed to survive being this close to one of the hottest men I’ve ever been with without completely losing my mind.
I dig through my bag slowly. Wallet, wet wipes, gum, phone charger, keys.
Then my fingers brush against something long, cold, and rubbery.
A cackle bursts out of me.
Why did I pack my vibrator for work? If someone who doesn’t know me found this in my bag, they’d think I’m completely sex-depraved.
They wouldn’t be entirely wrong. I haven’t had sex since Miles. Three months ago.
And yeah, okay, I’m starving. Desperate for some dick to play in my pussy—but not just any dick will do.
My gaze drifts back to the owner of the only cock that’d satisfy me, standing a few feet away with a smug look on his face. Like he can somehow read my thoughts and tell I’ve been wanting him inside me ever since that night at the beach.
Ugh, that night was the purest kind of torture. The way he stretched me, his thickness hitting exactly where I needed it with every thrust.
It was the most delicious kind of pain I’ve ever felt.
