“I’m telling you, she left,” my sister huffs out.
Julian pinches my clit.
My mouth opens as I suck in a breath, my wide eyes locking onto his amused expression.
“I’ll make sure you finish,” he says, and then does it again.Oh god.“Just not here.” With a quick kiss, he pulls away from me just as people come closer.
But the gut punch is hearing Nash call out, “Auntie Wyn?”
I look at Julian, eyes widening even more as he looks the same back at me.
“She wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye, right, Mom?” Nash asks sweetly.
“I’m telling you, that’s Julian’s Bronco up there,” Tommy chimes in.No, no, no.“If he didn’t leave, then I promise you, Wyn is still—” My uncle’s voice cuts out as Julian lets go of my leg and helps me to shove my skirt back down over my hips.
Before I turn and move toward the hood of the Bronco, he pulls me close. His eyes search mine, and then look around my face. “This doesn’t mean we’re done, baby,” he whispers as he pulls his pants back around his waist.
“I know,” I say with a smirk, remembering what he just said to me. “Just a little while longer...” I lean in, kiss him on the lips, and then look down, brushing my palms along my skirt. Taking only a few steps toward the front of the truck, that’s when I see them—less than fifty or so feet away and walking closer. “Here,” I call out, raising my hand as I hear his buckle clang as he puts himself back together. “Still here.”
Stevie stops and then snorts out a laugh the second she gets a full look at me.
“See,” Nash says from Tommy’s shoulders, with Jameson right beside them. “Told ya she wouldn’t have left without saying bye.”
“You’re totally right, Nash baby,” Stevie says with a big-ass, knowing smile on her face. “I’ve never been prouder of my big sister.”
“Nash,” I say like I’m out of breath. “That, um, cotton candy looks really good.”
“Want some?” he asks.
I shake my head. “I’m good, thank you, though. Pretty full.”
“She’s good alright,” Stevie says. “Probably full of somethin’ back there.”
I widen my eyes at her, and then watch as Jameson looks down, trying to keep the knowing smirk off his face too.
“Looks like we’re going to need that ride, after all, Uncle Tommy,” Stevie says, smiling big and wide, with at least a thousand questions running like a ticker tape in her brain. I know it’s taking unimaginable willpower not to start asking them all right now.
“Sure thing. I’m parked just a few down,” he says, and all I can think is if he’d been alone, or just a minute later, the man who practically raised me wouldn’t have been able to unhear or unsee what we were about to do. “Get home safe, you two. Try not to get arrested for messin’ around in public, will ya.”
I snort out a laugh almost as loudly as Stevie does. Jameson follows behind them as she loops her arm with our uncle’s, and Nash feeds her a piece of his cotton candy while still perched up high.
“I love them and hate them so much right now,” I say as I watch them walk away.
He laughs quietly from behind me, leaning in to speak against my ear. “Get in the car, Crowne.”
It’s less than ten minutes to my place from here, but I rub my thighs together, very aware of how stretched out and wet my panties are. Once I’m seated in his passenger seat, Julian rounds the front of the truck and hops in. There’s a podcast queued up when it turns on, and as much as I love listening to them, I’d much rather hear the noises I can get him to make.
It’s reckless, but I unbuckle and twist my body toward him. He glances at me, doing a double take as I reach for him. “Crowne.”
“You drive,” I say, unbuckling his belt. “And I’ll play.” As I open the button to his pants, he lifts his hips just enough so I can run my palm along his length.
“Fuck, the way you want me,” he says on an exhale. It’s not lost on me that I feel that same way—lust-filled and awestruck at how this man makes me feel so incredibly wanted.
I swipe my thumb along the slit and drag his arousal down the smooth underside of his hard cock. He hums his approval. It’s not enough to touch, and yes, I want to make him feel good, but selfishly, I want to taste. And I want him to moan for me again.
The moment I run my tongue along the tip of him, he lets out a gruff moan, and my pussy throbs. It spurs me on, so I wrap my lips around him and use my tongue to tease and explore. The angle is all wrong, but it’s impossible to stop when I feel his fingers glide into my hair.
“Your mouth,” he whispers. The car brakes jerk us slightly as I take him deeper and swallow. “Sorry.” He sucks in a fast breath. “Oh, fuck. That’s it,” he grits out.
