by Tessa Bailey
Nice girls didn’t let men touch them intimately in a baseball stadium. But at the moment, she didn’t want to be a nice girl. She wanted Daniel to do very bad things to her, make her feel the things only he could. The realization freed her. Remembering his earlier reaction to her simple embrace filled her with power. Story wanted him so badly, her heart raced, goose bumps broke out along her skin. And she could have him. Now.
Turning, she saw that his eyes had narrowed on her face as if sensing her thoughts, his body perfectly attuned to hers. “Say the word, gorgeous.”
She swallowed any remaining fear. “How big is your backseat?”
“Big enough.”
Daniel took her hand and pulled her out of their row to ascend the concrete stairwell, his brisk stride forcing Story into a jog behind him. None of the people or vendors they passed registered in her mind, her sole focus being Daniel moving in front of her with sensual grace, layered with drum-tight tension. His muscular back shifted underneath his thin T-shirt with every movement, and she imagined her nails raking over all that strength down to his ass. Story squeezed Daniel’s hand tighter, nails digging into his palm, and he picked up the pace even more.
Finally, they pushed out of the stadium into the surrounding courtyard. She could see the parking lot in the distance and anticipation drummed through her, beating in her ears. Although the stands had mostly cleared of people, their lot remained full of police vehicles.
“Most of these guys are here to work security,” Daniel explained in a strained voice. “They won’t be leaving until the game officially ends.”
Story could only nod as he pulled her through the fence toward the car, scanning the parking lot for other people, of whom there were none. The darkened parking lot appeared completely deserted, the only sound their feet walking along the pavement. Daniel pulled the keys from his pocket, his movements uncharacteristically jerky. When they reached the car, which he’d parked in between two larger vans, Daniel pressed the button to unlock the doors and yanked the back one open.
Suddenly, he turned to her and stopped. “I shouldn’t be doing this kind of thing with you, sunshine. God, what are you even doing here with me?”
A flare of panic rose in her chest at the thought that he might back out. She needed him too badly to stop now. Wouldn’t survive it if he refused her. Bolstering her courage, Story moved forward until they stood flush against each other, then she reached between their bodies and unbuckled his belt, maintaining eye contact the entire time. His eyes slid shut and he whispered her name.
Story’s arousal increased with every shudder of his breath. He groaned when her fingers brushed against his swollen erection. After unhooking his belt, she worked on the button of his jeans, unzipping them to finally free his hard length. Hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, as he clearly tried to give her control of the situation. She sensed it stemmed from a need to assuage his guilt over his earlier behavior. And for what they were about to do.
Kissing his jaw, she let her hand venture down to encircle his unyielding length, squeezing gently. His head dropped back to rest on the car’s roof, air hissing through his teeth. He felt thick and smooth in her hand, growing and hardening even more with every stroke. Just imagining him thrusting inside her had Story squeezing her legs together in an attempt to alleviate the longing. A needy sound escaped her throat.
Daniel’s eyes snapped to hers, a knowledge there that stole her breath. “You need it right now, baby. Look at you. Just dying to be fucked.” Then he disappeared inside the dark car, holding his hand out for her to follow. Sliding her fingers against his, she followed him into the backseat. Before she could take a breath, Daniel slammed the door closed behind her and dragged her over his lap to straddle him.
The position made her jean skirt ride high on her thighs, but it still restricted her movements. She made a sound of frustration, desperate for her lower body to make contact with his. Then Daniel’s hands tugged the skirt over her hips and she slid down, her damp center pressing against his erection. Sensation speared through her, nearly making her orgasm on the spot.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” she breathed, circling her hips over his.
“Fuck, I can feel how wet you are,” he growled, his hands pushing her knees wider. “Tell me it’s all for me. Tell me I’m the one who soaked your panties.”
“It’s for you.” Story gasped as he shifted to the side, digging a foil packet from his pocket, prodding her with his stiffness in the perfect spot. When Daniel sank back down into the seat, she watched as he ripped the packet and rolled the condom over his length in one easy movement, breath harshening as his hot gaze dipped between her thighs. His hands went to the hem of her tank top, tugging it over her head to drop on the seat beside them.
“Take off your bra and offer your breasts to me. Like I’ve been dreaming about.”
A thrill racing over her skin, Story unhooked the front clasp of her bra. Letting the material slide down her arms, she gloried in Daniel’s deep groan of approval. His hand edged across his stomach to grasp his erection at the base to stroke upward, eyes on her breasts as he did so.
“Touch them. Put those pretty pink nipples in my mouth.”
She slid her hands over her rib cage and cupped the soft mounds, lightly pinching her nipples before leaning forward toward Daniel. Before she could slide the puckered tip between his lips, his tongue licked out and sucked it into his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he savored her. She felt the answering jolt between her legs, whimpering at the sight of him stroking himself while he suckled her.
His other hand slipped between their bodies to cup her. Story sobbed at the exquisite pressure, pressing herself into his palm. Curling his fingers around the edge of her panties, Daniel ripped the material free, removing the final barrier between them. Guiding her hips forward, he positioned himself against her opening and finally, she slid down onto his erection. Their simultaneous moans echoed through the car.
Tugging her face down to his, he spoke gruffly against her lips. “Do you feel that, gorgeous? I keep my cock hot and hard for you. Only you. Any time you want it, you just crawl right onto my lap and take what you need.”
“I need it now.” Unable to wait any longer, Story began to move, gripping the top of the seat and riding Daniel with quick, bucking movements of her hips. His hands gripped her ass, urging her to move faster until she was no longer conscious of anything but the building tension inside of her. Daniel alternated between licking her breasts and tracing hot, sucking kisses up and down her neck, driving her need for release higher, more desperate.
Then they heard voices. At least three men, laughing and joking outside the car. Underneath her, Daniel tensed, cursing. Story’s movements slowed, but didn’t stop completely. Oblivion within reach, she couldn’t stop now if she wanted to.
He gripped the hair at her nape, forcing her feverish eyes to meet his eyes. “I know you can’t stop, baby. I don’t want you to, either. You feel so goddamn perfect. But you need to be very quiet for me. If you need to scream, bite my shoulder instead. Just don’t make a sound.”
She bit her lip and nodded, increasing her pace once more. The voices traveled closer until Story realized they stood right outside the window, with their backs to Daniel’s car, waiting for their friend to unlock the van. Daniel’s car windows were tinted. Combined with the night’s darkness and lack of lighting in the parking lot, they wouldn’t be able to see them unless they peered directly into the window. Which they likely wouldn’t do. Unless she made a noise.
The illicitness of their situation registered along with her excitement. She’d wanted to be bad? Well, she’d certainly gotten her wish. Having sex in a public parking lot less than five feet away from three police officers definitely counted as shameless. Locking her gaze on Daniel, she watched his eyes widen at her expression, then darken with undisguised lust.
“You want to be a naughty girl?” he whispered. “You came to the right place.”
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ising onto her knees, she turned and sat on his lap, facing the front windshield. Leaning back against his chest, she took his hands and placed them on her breasts before slowly sinking down on him once more, inch by inch. This time, she wasn’t allowed to moan her pleasure, and the restriction only ramped up the powerful ache. She hovered so close to release that it would only take a few upward thrusts of Daniel’s hips to make her come.
His fingertips skimmed over her collarbone and neck. He hesitated for a split second before his big hand covered her mouth, preventing any sound from escaping.
“Is this okay, baby?”
Story caught of glimpse of herself in the rearview mirror, eyes dark and heavy with passion, Daniel’s hand over her lips. The erotic sight made her sex clench tightly around him. Closing her eyes, she nodded vigorously.
Testing the new position, her first writhing motion shot heat straight through her. Story’s head fell back and Daniel’s hand swallowed her whimper. He kissed her neck as his hips started to move with her, driving up into her body as the hand not covering her mouth played with her nipples. She could feel Daniel’s control deserting him just as her own slipped from her grasp and he began pounding into her, gripping her hips and sliding her up and down on his erection, bouncing her on his lap.
Outside their car, three doors slammed, an engine started, and the van pulled away.
Story screamed his name as the orgasm rippled through her, light exploding behind her eyes. Half of what she said was drowned out by Daniel’s own hoarse cries of release as he plunged into her one final time and let himself go.
Collapsing against him, she felt his arms circle her, holding her against his chest. Unable to speak, it took long minutes before she could breathe normally.
His mouth quirked up against her ear. “Holy shit.”
She laughed, feeling incredibly liberated. “I know. Kind of makes it worth wearing a Yankees hat for the day?”
“I’ll have it surgically attached to my head if we can do that once a week.”
Raising an eyebrow, she turned her head on his chest. “Only once a week?”
“The other six days will be spent trying new things, of course.”
“Okay.” She nodded. “That’s fair.”
He fell silent for a minute and she sensed a change in his mood. Reaching down, she took one of his hands in hers, squeezing it. His lips brushed over her shoulder.
“Story, what I said earlier. There’s no excuse.” He buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply. “I can’t force you to belong to me.”
Something shifted in her chest at the desolation in his voice. Her heart rebelled fiercely at the thought of him harboring guilt or sadness over anything that happened between them. He’d just freed something inside her she hadn’t known existed, and there wasn’t room for anything else. She wanted him here in this moment with her, happy. She just wanted him happy.
The intensity of her feelings rattled her a little. How unlikely was it that days after being dumped by her fiancé, she would find someone who could pluck anger, sadness, lust, and joy from her at will? Did the poor timing make it any less real? This being her first breakup, maybe she was simply rebounding but couldn’t recognize her impulsive behavior for what it was? Banishing the troubling notion, she turned in his lap and tucked her head under his neck. She didn’t speak, just let him hold her, trying to keep her runaway thoughts at bay.
Eventually, she sat up and pulled her clothes back on. After watching her dress for long, silent moments, he followed suit, refastening his pants. She crawled over the console into the passenger seat while he got out and slid into the driver’s side. As he turned the keys in the ignition, an excited voice emanating from the car radio filled the silence.
“Ladies and gentlemen, if you are just joining us or like everyone else, turned off your television sometime during the fifth inning, the Mets have staged the comeback of the decade this evening against the San Diego Padres, coming back from a ten-to-nothing deficit to win by a five-run lead. Folks, you had to see it to believe it…”
Mouth dropping open in shock, she turned to find Daniel looking at the car stereo with undisguised ecstasy on his face, sending her into a laughing fit.
“No way.”
“You know what this means, don’t you?”
“I know, I know.” She threw up her hands. “A picture of me in a Mets jersey.”
“No. Well, yes. But it also means, we have to make this a tradition. Parking lot nookie. Every game, no exceptions. As a lifelong fan, I owe it to the team. This comeback was all us.”
“Right. They sensed our sex mojo from the field.”
“Laugh all you want. I’m onto something.”
“You’re certifiable.”
Daniel pulled his hat from her purse and placed it on his head with a flourish. “Certifiably genius.”
Turning toward him in her seat, she frowned. “Wait, I seem to recall the parking lot nookie being my idea.”
He shrugged, a smile tugging the corners of his lips. “Sure, baby. It was your idea.”
Story flopped back against her seat, trying to maintain her frown and failing. God, the man was way too sexy for her peace of mind. “Take me home, you conceited jackass.”
Laughing, he put the car in drive and headed toward the exit.
Chapter Fourteen
Outside Jack’s apartment, Daniel stood behind Story, watching as she unlocked the door.
Taking advantage of her diverted attention, he let his gaze skim up her arm, over the curve of her neck to the sensitive spot beneath her ear. He could lean in now and kiss it, maybe lift the edge of her tank top and graze the taut skin of her belly with his fingers. He’d be inside her before they even made it to the bedroom. She would wrap her welcoming legs around his hips and urge him on, all breathy and flushed, calling his name.
But he wouldn’t allow himself any of it. Any of her.
On the ride back to Manhattan, he’d realized something that had disconcerted the hell out of him. There would be no more Mets games. Despite his attempt to lighten the mood with his impulsive petition for regular parking-lot loving, Jack would be out of the hospital next week and Story would start making plans to return home, three thousand miles away.
Daniel didn’t consider himself a selfish man, but when it came to the girl standing in front of him, he’d learned just how much of a greedy bastard he could be. She deserved someone far better than him, but the very idea of her with another man fucked with his head, so he expelled the thought before they had a replay of his earlier episode over the roses. Right or wrong, he simply didn’t think he was honorable enough to let her go.
If they continued in their current vein, she would likely chalk up her two weeks in New York with Daniel to a hot summer fling, nothing more. He couldn’t let it happen.
The lock turned in the door with a click and Story pushed it open. Daniel followed her inside, closing the door behind him and sliding the dead bolt, buying himself time to repress the urge to back her against it and…
Deep breath, Chase. You negotiate hostage situations for a living—this should be a piece of cake. You can have one normal conversation with her that doesn’t end in sex.
Daniel turned from the door just as she slid her arms around his neck and stood on her toes to bring their mouths even. He closed his eyes defensively, knowing if he looked into those twin blue-green pools, he’d be lost. Every ounce of resolve he’d mustered would fly out the window and they’d be back at square one. But instead of blocking out her image, he saw Story in his traitorous mind’s eye, arms twined around his neck, those toned calf muscles flexing as she stretched to kiss him. When she tipped her head back, long blond hair would tumble down her back to brush the top of her waist.
With an agonized groan, Daniel placed his hands on her hips and set her away. She looked up at him with confusion and a hint of insecurity in her eyes, doing crazy things to his brain. How she could harbor insecurities when he wanted to kneel at her
feet and pledge his fealty blew his mind. If he didn’t say what needed saying soon, she would end up underneath him on the floor, where he would banish every insecure thought swirling in her head.
Just say it. “Story, I want you to stay.” She looked puzzled by his statement. With a shake of his head he tried again. “I’m asking you to stay. Here. Through the end of the summer. Would you do that?”
She went still. “What? Wh-where is this coming from?”
“Please don’t act like there’s not a good reason for me to ask.” He took a deep breath. “There’s something between us and I’m asking you not to leave before we find out what it is.” Even as he attempted to convince Story to stay, part of him wanted her to say no. It would be the right decision for her. She would need more than sex, and he’d never needed or wanted to provide anything beyond physical pleasure for a woman. He didn’t know the first thing about dating a girl like Story.
One battle at a time. If he could just get her to stay, to give him some more time, he would make damn sure he figured it out.
“We’ve known each other less than a week,” she responded, shaking her head as if to clear it.
“I know it’s fast, but I don’t have a choice. You could pack up and leave at any time.” Yanking the hat off his head, he dragged his fingers through his hair. “If I let you leave without making damn certain there’s nothing I can do to keep you here, I’m going to regret it. In fact, regret doesn’t even begin to cover it.”
His words stunned her, Daniel could see it clearly on her face. Her attention shot down to the floor. She looked uneasy, as if she wanted to say something but didn’t know how.
“Daniel…”
“What is it?” He took a step toward her, stooped down to meet her eyes. “If there’s something preventing you from even considering the idea, I need to know so I can fix it.”
“It’s just…you don’t seem like the one-woman type.”
