“Um… I’ll just move Charlette to the back. She’ll be safer back there with Oliver, anyway.” I carefully picked up the spider where she was resting and watching on top of a VHS tape. She made a quick move towards my hand as I stood and moved towards the back door and I panicked. I watched myself throw the tape across the parking lot and shuddered. It took me a few seconds to realize what I’d done. “Oh, no. I killed Charlette.”
Luke was watching me with a dirty smirk on his face, like he already had me bent over in his mind. “May she rest in peace and be remembered for the life she lived. It wasn’t an easy life on the mountain of random things on your car seat but it was a life.”
I gently slapped his chest. “Shut up. I feel bad. And I need that VHS tape back but now it’s a crime scene.”
“Move the rest of your stuff. I’ll grab the historical artifact you just threw across the parking lot like a fucking professional discus thrower. Take your time while I walk to the next county, Tom Brady.”
I stuck my tongue out. “Never Tom Brady. Peyton Manning.”
“You’re going to have my toes looking buff with the way you keep me on them.” He backed away. “Dad joke win?”
I shook my head. “Not even close.”
He was still backing away without looking where he was going. There was something in his eyes that made him look like an excited teenage boy. “Hey, Callie?”
My smile felt permanent. “What, Luke?”
“You should pee here.” He stopped moving and bit his lip while running his eyes over my body. “I’ll make it worth it.”
I sucked in a sharp breath. “I should call the guys and have them come back and get you.”
“But you’re not going to, are you?”
I didn’t answer. Instead I started throwing the stuff from the front seat into the back, promising I’d clear it out before making Oliver ride back there with my crap. I didn’t consider what I was doing when I jogged back into Splat Happens to use their bathroom. I also didn’t consider my actions when I pulled my soaked panties off and shoved them into the only pocket my leggings had.
Jogging back to my car, where Luke was waiting for me, felt sinful without panties on. I was so wet that things felt slippery in a way that made me have to bite my lip to keep from moaningout loud. Luke was standing with his hand out and without thinking I pulled my panties out of my pocket and placed them in a tight ball in his palm. His eyes widened and then narrowed dangerously when he saw what I’d given him.
He swallowed and carefully put my panties into his pocket. “I was asking for the keys but that was a much, much better surprise, Cupcake.”
I was too turned on and past whatever self-control I was clinging to those days to feel embarrassed that he’d only wanted the keys. I slid past him to grab the keys from where they were sitting in my cupholder and held them with the tip of my finger. “Why do you need these?”
“Because I know a place close by that we could sit and talk at. A private place that I’ll get us to quickly.” He took the keys and held my gaze. “Quickly but safely, of course.”
I let out a burst of laughter and nodded. “Yes. Sure. Okay, you drive. That’s f-fine. Let’s just go.”
He slid his hand down my back and over my ass, thankfully where no one could see it. “If shooting me with paintballs gets you this eager for me, I’m going to invest heavily in the sport.”
I pushed him away and sank into the passenger seat. “Hurry up before I remember all the reasons I shouldn’t do this.”
My job. My son. And the small, little, tiny, petite, barely-worth-mentioning worry that maybe I'd been saying yes to too much lately. But they'd offered. Just another test drive, I reminded myself.
36
Luke
The quiet piece of land I drove her to was the closest place I could think of to get her alone. Tucked into the tall pine trees, I put the car in park and made a mental note to myself to have someone check the power steering. We hadn’t spoken during the short drive and I was scared to look over at her, scared I’d glance over and see that she’d changed her mind and regretted even thinking about doing anything with me.
I felt more than heard Callie’s shaky exhale and then I saw her reach for me. I exploded out of my seat to grab her. Our lips connected and my hand was already on her ass, tugging her closer to me. Her hands clumsily fumbled with my belt but the pleasure pain of having her knuckles bumping into my hard cock was too good for me to rush her.
The console dug into my abs and I could only grab so much of her ass at the angle we were at so I practically dove into the backseat and dragged her with me. She’d managed to get my belt off with a yank that would’ve been impressive at any other time.Right then, I just needed to be inside her. That was all I could think about.
I found her mouth again and kissed her hard while shoving her leggings far enough off her ass that I could grip both plump cheeks. I squeezed them hard and groaned into the kiss, tasting her sweetness and feeling her wetness through her leggings and my joggers.
She shifted and rested her forehead on my shoulder as she struggled to get my dick out. “Oh, my god, just let me have it!”
I lifted my hips with her on top of me enough to shove my clothing down low enough for my dick to be freed. I was rewarded with her tight fist gripping me instantly. Her hand was warm and firm as she pumped me, using my precum to make the strokes wet. Our foreheads were pressed together as we both watched her jack me and my breath was ragged. The feelings shooting through my body were intense. I had to remind myself to breathe.
I gripped her ass again and then spanked her right cheek hard enough to leave a handprint. She gasped and thrust her hips forward. Her lower lips were covered by the thin, wet material of her leggings and it was sticking to her, separating her. My cock pressed against that in between line and it was like an erotic hug for my dick.
