Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
I sigh, driving slowly and reaching across the seat to wind down the manual window.
“Get in!” I yell.
Ethan turns and eyes me.
“Thought we weren’t doing this, Emily,” he growls.
“Get in the fucking car, Ethan.”
“Why.”
I stare at him.
“Because it’s pouring out!”
“And?”
I swallow, biting my lip and breaking as he stops walking.
“Because I want you to,” I say quietly.
His look hardens, and I wet my lips with my tongue.
“Get in. Please.”
Water pours down his face and over his chiseled body as his piercing blue eyes lance into me. But then slowly, he nods.
“Thank you,” I sigh as he opens the door and slides in, slamming it shut behind him and rolling up the window. My heart races in the near-silence of the car—quiet but for the thundering of the rain and the low sounds of the Grateful Dead tape playing on my old speakers. The rain drums down endlessly, and the air is thick with tension. And heat. And need.
This is so fucked up and wrong. But yet, here I am.
“Where too?” he finally drawls.
“I’m taking you home.”
He grins as he glances over at me “Your place or mine?”
I blush, swallowing thickly as I let his eyes capture mine.
“Your house.”
I throw the car into drive and push on the gas, pulling us off the shoulder of the road as we drive off.
“How scandalous.”
“Not—” I blush deeper. “Not like that.”
“You sure about that?”
His hand moves to my bare leg, and I swallow, panting as my eyes drop to look at it before looking back to the road. But I don’t push it away. His hand starts to move, and I gasp quietly as I feel him slide it up my thigh, pushing my skirt up with it. He slides it higher and higher, my pulse racing faster and faster before suddenly, I drop my hand to his. Somehow, I pull his touch away from me and onto his own leg, firmly. But then, my hand lingers there, atop his on his leg. And I don’t move it.
We drive in silence in the rain, but my heart is racing. And slowly, I let my hand move how it wants. It slides over his big fingers, and then slips higher, over his soaked jeans. I can feel his thigh muscle tighten under my touch, but I just keep going. I’m panting as my fingers trace higher and higher, until I know there’s no mistaking what I’m doing or where I’m going with this. My fingers trace over the thick, hard bulge in his jeans, and I whimper quietly.
Fuck, he’s so fucking hard. Obscenely hard. And suddenly, it’s like the last of my defenses shatter like glass.
I’m not ignoring this or saying no to this anymore.
I slam on the breaks as I yank the wheel, Ethan swearing as the car careens off the road into the gravely parking lot of the old gas station. The place is on its last legs in Southworth, being so far away from any main road and basically out in the woods, and it’s only open a couple days a week.
Tonight, is not one of those open nights.
The tires kick up gravel as I swerve the Wagoneer across the empty, weed-filled gravel lot. The lights are off but for the one neon orange and yellow sign up on the roof above the pumps, and when I slam the car into park and shut off the engine, we’re bathed in the sultry glow of it and nothing else.
The car goes silent but for the pounding of the rain, and we stare out into the darkness of the trees that surround the ancient gas station. My heart hammers in my ears.
“What are you doing, Emily,” Ethan growls quietly.
I take a shaky breath, steel my nerves, and feel the pounding of my heart against my breast.
“This.”
Before I can over-think it, or worry about the consequences, or judge myself any more, I turn, grab his face, and crush my mouth to his, hard. Ethan growls, the fierceness and intensity of it making me gasp into his lips as his hands grab me. I moan, yanking my seatbelt off and sliding over the center console into his lap. Lightning flashes, and I gasp into his lips as the thunder follows close, booming like the end of days as the rain crashes down.
My pulse races, and my moans mix with his along with our tongues as I grind against him. His big hands slide over me, grabbing my ass tight and pulling me against him. He’s soaking wet, which is making me soaking wet, and it only takes a minute for my clothes to be as drenched as his. Thunder crashes again, so fucking loud and so close, like the storm is right freaking over us. But all it does is fuel us on, like war drums.
Our lips sear together, hands grabbing at each other aggressively as we start to yank each other’s clothes off. His shirt is off, and my blouse half-rips in his hands as he yanks it down to tangle at my elbows. The front clasp of my bra falls open, and I whimper as my chest presses to his, bare skin to bare skin, my nipples dragging over his muscles. He groans, his mouth dropping down my neck, and my collarbone, making me moan in pleasure as his hands shove my skirt up. Ethan’s mouth drops lower, kissing and sucking down the soft slopes of my breasts, until his lips wrap around one hard, pink nipple, making me cry out in pleasure.