Gavin tugged on the bill of his baseball cap. And then the weirdest thing happened. I started talking.
“I’m so sorry. My date was playing a little trick on me. He said the bathroom was up here and I was silly enough to fall for it. Maybe I shouldn’t have had that second glass of wine with dinner.”
“Oh.” He looked me up and down like he was confused, which was completely understandable. It wasn’t exactly a good cover story. “Well, you guys aren’t supposed to be up here.”
“Yeah, of course. Sorry about that.” I pressed my lips closed before I kept going and awkwardly blurted out that this had been a great place for a spontaneous blow job.
Spontaneous blow job? Since when did I give spontaneous blow jobs?
Although, my god, it had been exhilarating.
Gavin gestured for me to go ahead and the guy moved out of our way. I quickly went down the stairs, practically holding my breath, wondering if he was going to recognize Gavin. But all I heard was the click of Gavin’s crutches as he came down behind me.
I got outside and paused just long enough for Gavin to catch up. He kept our pace much slower than I wanted—I was ready to bolt for the hole in the fence.
“Stay with me,” he said. “Remember, we belong here. We’re going over there, no big deal.”
My heart raced as we wandered away from the concession stand, like we didn’t have a care in the world. When we got out of the circle of light, he picked up the pace. A minute later, we were scrambling through the hole in the fence, tasting sweet freedom on the other side.
I got out my phone to use as a light again and we found our way back to Gavin’s truck. I wasn’t going to feel safe until I was inside, so I rushed around to the passenger side and got in.
Gavin hoisted his crutches behind the seat and climbed inside, then shut the door.
“Oh my god,” I said, holding my hands to my chest. “I can’t believe we did that.”
“I can’t believe you did that.”
He didn’t mean breaking in to the projection room, and I knew it. I didn’t blame him. I couldn’t believe I’d done that either.
Then again, maybe I could.
Gavin Bailey scared me. But he also made me feel brave.
I shifted toward him. “I know that was a little bit crazy.”
“I like you a little bit crazy.”
The way he stared at me, his brown eyes smoldering, made the pressure between my legs grow. I was already keyed up from giving him that blow job. It had been reckless and scary and so freaking hot. I wanted more.
I wanted him. And I wanted him now.
He slammed his seat backward as far as it would go, then grabbed me, manhandling me onto his lap. My legs straddled him and why hadn’t I worn a skirt tonight? Palming my ass, he pressed me closer, grinding against me, and oh my god he was hard again.
So.
Hard.
I was losing my mind—totally taking leave of my sanity—and I didn’t care. Our mouths crashed together, our lips and tongues tangling with desperation.
He turned his attention to my coat, pawing at the belt tied around my waist. We paused just long enough to unfasten it and fumble with the buttons. A second later, he was ripping it off me and tossing it on the other seat.
Our mouths met again, silky wet kisses, the heat between us thick and palpable. The windows were probably fogging up, but I didn’t care about that either. I just needed him to fuck me. Right now.
His hands slid up my back and he unfastened my bra with a quick flick of his fingers. Impressive. He pushed up my shirt, exposing my boobs to the chill air. I gasped as his mouth found one sensitive nipple. He cupped me in his hands as he licked one side, then the other.
Leaning my head back, I moaned. He sucked my nipple harder, sending shock waves of pleasure through my body. I rolled my hips, rubbing against his thick erection.
And I knew intimately how thick it was.
So.
Very.
Thick.
After a few more flicks of his tongue, he unfastened my pants. It wasn’t easy to get out of them, but I wasn’t letting that deter me. I pushed them over my hips and down my legs, then braced myself on the seat behind him and kicked them onto the floor. His didn’t need to come all the way off. I just needed to free that delicious cock.
Feeling insane with lust, I unfastened his pants. His gorgeous cock was right there, hard and ready for me. He pushed his pants down his hips.
Damn it. My sense of responsibility wasn’t completely lost in the haze of potent arousal. I was still on birth control, but we probably needed a condom.
Gavin was already on it. Breathing hard, he fished his wallet out of his pocket and pulled out a condom with an exhale that might have been relief. Feeling like I might very well die right here if he didn’t fuck me soon, I waited while he rolled it on.
As soon as he was ready, I moved in closer again, shifting my legs to straddle his thighs. He held his cock at the base while I lined him up with my opening. Wetness was not an issue. I was wet and ready.
So.
Ready.
My eyes fluttered closed as I sank down on him. He stretched me open, giving me blissful pressure I’d never felt before. A sigh escaped my lips as his thickness filled me.
“Oh my god,” I breathed.
“Oh, fuck,” was his strangled reply.
I held on to the seat behind him and lifted up, tilting my hips. Then slid back down. Gavin groaned, his fingers digging into me.
Warmth spread through my core as I rode him, my inhibitions nowhere in sight. Never in my life had I had sex in a vehicle, let alone a vehicle parked in the woods just yards from a drive-in theater full of people.
Maybe that was why it was so freaking good.
He gripped my hips and guided me up and down his thickness. I moved faster, slamming down on him. He groaned again, a low sound that reverberated through my veins.
The drag of his cock made my inner muscles squeeze around him. Pressure grew and I whimpered and moaned as I chased the pinnacle, feeling delicious tension build.
Oh yes. He was so going to make me come.
This rhythm was perfect, so I kept going, holding the seat and squeezing my thighs to ride up and down his swollen cock. He jerked into me, thrusting up, driving deeper. His eyes were intense and the groove between his eyebrows was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
“Is that what you needed, Sky?” he growled. “You needed to get fucked?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice breathless.
“I’ll fuck you good.” He slammed into me harder. “So fucking good.”
Out of nowhere, a tinge of fear wormed its way through the haze of crazy sex. Was someone out there? Were we going to get caught?
I gripped the seat harder, my breath going ragged. Could I actually do this?
Now that I was thinking, I was too distracted. Suddenly I could feel the steering wheel behind me, the way my knee was slipping off the edge of the seat.
I wanted this. Wanted it so bad. But I didn’t know if I could. Too many sensations warred for my attention. I couldn’t focus.
Gavin reached up and gently gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Right here.”
“What?”
“Eyes right here while I’m fucking you.” His gaze seemed to reach inside me. “I want to watch you come.”
“But…”
“You feel that?” He thrust his hips up. “You feel my cock inside you?”
I nodded.
“You like that, don’t you?” He thrust again.
“Yes.”
“That’s what I thought.” He groaned again when I lifted up and slid back down. “Fuck, you feel so good. That’s all there is right now, Sky. Just this.”
With my eyes locked on his, I kept going, focusing on nothing but the way he felt inside me. On his gaze holding me captive. On his hands, guiding me up and down. The outside world fell away, my fear disappearing.
“That
’s it, Sky,” he growled. “You’re so fucking hot. I’m going to come in you so hard.”
I whimpered, riding him faster again, my climax building. The slow waves of pleasure became sharp bursts, each one bringing me closer to the peak.
Gavin grunted with his thrusts, still holding eye contact, that brow furrow sexy beyond measure. His forehead glistened with sweat and his jaw hitched.
“Fuck yes, Sky. That’s it, baby.”
A little shift of my hips drew him deeper and I threw my head back. In an instant, I was coming—spiraling out of control. I burst apart, waves crashing through me, leaving me breathless.
His cock throbbed inside me and he grunted hard. My orgasm wasn’t finished, his reigniting mine. I cried out as the hot pulses of his cock exploded through me. My thighs clenched and my inner muscles squeezed.
Finally, we both stopped and I slumped forward, still bracing myself against the seat. He leaned his head back, his breath as labored as mine.
“Holy shit,” he muttered.
Glancing around, reality started to come back to me. “Oh wow. I should get dressed.”
I peeled myself off him and awkwardly rolled onto the passenger seat. With a dimpled grin, he handed me my pants. While I put myself back together, he discreetly removed the condom, tugged his jeans back up, and fastened them.
He ran his fingers through his hair, making it adorably messy. “Well that was… not what I was expecting tonight.”
“Me neither.”
And it was true, I hadn’t been expecting it. Hoping, though. That was another matter.
I’d definitely been hoping.
He reached over and traced his thumb along my jaw. “Should we get out of here?”
“Yeah, we should.”
He gazed at me for a second, and I wondered what he was thinking. But he just nudged my chin with his thumb and started the truck.
I let out a long breath, wondering who the heck I was, and what had happened to Skylar Stanley.
22
Gavin
I parked on the street outside Skylar’s house and walked up the path, past Chief’s truck. Anticipation buzzed in my veins. She’d texted earlier to see if I’d come over for a writing session.
At least, that was what she said.
In reality, it probably wasn’t code for a booty call. I’d been coming over to hang out with her while she wrote for the last week and a half or so. Whenever she asked me to come over so she could write, that was literally what she meant.
But that was before last night at the drive-in.
Still, I wasn’t here expecting her to answer the door in her underwear or anything.
Especially because it looked like both her parents were home.
I hesitated before knocking. Things had seemed fine between us last night. The sex had been… well, it had been fucking amazing, there was no doubt about that. We’d both been amped with adrenaline after the drive-in. Adrenaline and a healthy dose of pent-up lust. Had it been a one-and-done, just a crazy thing we’d both needed to get out of our systems?
I wasn’t sure.
Today I felt weirdly uncertain, a sense of unease tickling the back of my neck. I didn’t have regrets, exactly. But last night probably shouldn’t have happened. In fact, the last two nights probably shouldn’t have happened. Yet, here I was, standing on her doorstep again.
I blew out a breath and knocked.
Chief answered the door and I had no idea why that surprised me so much—he lived here—but I almost jumped backward.
“Hey, Chief,” I said quickly.
“Gav.” He narrowed his eyes slightly and I swear to god, he knew.
Did he know?
Shit.
Don’t look guilty.
How did a guy not look guilty? That wasn’t an act I’d mastered. I’d never cared if I looked guilty before.
Shit. Again.
“Is that Gavin?” Caroline’s voice came from inside. “Norman, don’t lord over the doorway like that. Let the boy inside.”
Chief rolled his eyes. “I’m not lording over the doorway.”
Caroline was in what was now a fully furnished front room. She sat on the couch with her legs crossed, dressed in a pink blouse, beige pants, and a pair of pink slippers with feathery poofs on top.
“Come on in.” She closed her laptop and pushed it aside, a bright smile on her face.
I went inside, avoiding Chief’s eyes. That was probably making me look more guilty, not less, but I’d never been in this position before.
I’d never banged my boss’s daughter before.
“You must be awfully tired of those crutches,” Caroline said. “How much longer before the cast comes off?”
I took a few more steps in. “Soon. They’re supposed to x-ray it again but I’m tempted to just take the cast off myself.”
“Gav,” Chief said.
“What? I can put weight on it.” I demonstrated, resting my casted foot on the floor and taking my weight off my crutches.
“Listen to your doctor,” Chief said. “I need you back at work, not in another cast because you didn’t let it heal properly.”
“Trust me, I’m dying to get back to work.”
He patted me on the back. “I know you are.”
Okay, maybe he didn’t know.
Resting his hands on his hips, he gave Caroline a side-eye glance.
“What?” Her wide-eyed innocent expression looked well practiced.
“I need to go to the hardware store.”
“So? Go to the hardware store. I’m certainly not stopping you.”
“I’m just wondering if you’re going to hide any more of my stuff while I’m out.”
She smiled. “I didn’t hide anything. I put things away where they should go. It’s been an awful long time since you lived with a woman, Norman, and it shows.”
“I still can’t find my socket wrench.”
“It’s in your toolbox in the garage.”
He crossed his arms. “Why in the hell would it be out there?”
“It’s a tool. That’s where tools belong.”
His eyes narrowed. “I have half a mind to go upstairs and reorganize your closet.”
“Careful, there. You might not be ready for what you find.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Why don’t you go upstairs to my bedroom and find out?” She emphasized the word bedroom and it was clearly on purpose.
Damn. Caroline was bringing the heat.
He grumbled something incoherent and stalked down the hallway toward the kitchen. Caroline watched him go, her lips turned up in an amused smile.
There was tension in this house all right. Skylar seemed to think they were on the brink of a fight, but I had a feeling they were on the brink of something else entirely.
I was about to ask where Skylar was, or if I should just go upstairs to find her, when Chief came back, his boots stomping on the wood floor.
“I’m going to the hardware store. I’ll be back later.”
“Wait, I’ll come with you.” Caroline stood and smoothed out her shirt. “I just need to change my shoes.”
“What do you need at the hardware store?” he asked.
“The doorknob on my bedroom door sticks. I want to replace it before I get locked in my room because it won’t open.”
“You could have just told me. I didn’t realize it needed replacing.”
“I know. I’m not complaining.” She patted his cheek as she walked by. “You can buy me lunch while we’re in town.”
Chief rolled his eyes. Caroline opened the coat closet, stepped out of her slippers, and into a pair of beige heels.
“Looks like she’s made herself at home,” I said, keeping my voice low.
“That she has,” Chief grumbled.
She cast him a smile over her shoulder. “Ready?”
“I suppose.”
She opened the front door and damn it if Chief didn’t pause, tilt his head
a little, and check out her ass as she walked outside.
Yeah, they weren’t on the verge of blowing up in a fight. They were on the verge of fucking each other’s brains out.
Which, from Skylar’s perspective, still had to be awfully awkward to live with.
“Hey,” Skylar said, coming down the stairs. “I didn’t realize you were here already.”
“That’s okay, I was just chatting with your parents.”
“Oh boy. I bet that was interesting. Sorry if my mom said something awkward.”
“Not really. There was a little innuendo, but that’s way less weird for me since they aren’t my parents.”
“Innuendo? Really?”
“Yeah. And Chief totally checked out your mom’s ass when she went outside.”
She laughed. “He did not.”
“He really did. I wouldn’t worry about them fighting. But maybe make a lot of noise when you come downstairs when they’ve been alone together in case all that tension boils over.”
“That’s very hard to imagine, but I’ll keep it in mind.”
“So, writing session?” I jerked my thumb toward the stairs.
“Yes.” She tucked her hair behind her ear and turned around to go back upstairs.
I followed her up and into her room. She shut the door behind me and the sight of her bed sent my thoughts into a tailspin.
Don’t do it, Gav. Don’t steal another cookie.
I lowered myself onto the edge of the bed and put down my crutches. She sat next to me.
Not at her desk.
Shit.
Damn it, this sucked. She was so fucking pretty, and sweet, and smart, and all kinds of awesome things. Why did she have to be Chief’s daughter?
A second later, it was too late. Our lips met and I wasn’t sure who’d started it, but I was going to fucking finish it.
I pushed her down onto the bed, caressing her mouth with mine. Now that I was kissing her, I couldn’t stop. I braced myself over her, delving my tongue in deep. She’d given me one hell of a blow job last night. Maybe I’d return the favor.
Just the thought of licking her pussy made my dick even harder.
A knock on the door downstairs cut through the quickly building heat. I paused, my lips just an inch from hers.
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