She looks like she’s trying to think of an argument, but when she can’t come up with one, she grins and nods. “Okay, let’s do it.”
Hell yes! Two steps forward…
“Slow down. Is your foot made of lead?” The damn kid is going to get a ticket before he has a license. Is that even possible?
Brody side-eyes me but lets off the pedal. “Hilarious coming from you. Mom once said you got two tickets on the same day.”
Fucking woman… Of course she did. And she isn’t lying. It was our freshman year of college. Lucas and I rented a kick-ass McLaren for a weekend away with our girlfriends. The women were pissed because even though it was a four-seater, it was small as fuck, and we made them sit in the back while we reenacted Fast and the Furious the entire drive. I got pulled over twice during that drive in two separate cities. By the time we made it to the hotel, Paola was so mad that she refused to sleep in the same bed with me and banished me to the couch.
“I was young and dumb.”
“And so am I.” He shrugs, making Savannah laugh from the back seat.
When I showed her the small collection of cars I keep here since it has a decent-size garage, I expected her not to care—most women don’t—but she shocked the hell out of me by knowing what each one was and arguing which cars and trucks are better. Since she’s a Southern girl, she prefers American muscle over foreign. While I would beg to disagree, it was a turn-on to hear her talk cars. Apparently, one of the guys she grew up with in foster care was a huge car freak and taught her everything she knows.
“Reckless driving will get you killed,” I tell him seriously. “You’re fifteen and just learning. You want to drive fast, you do it on a track where it’s safe.”
“Oh! Can we do that?” Savannah squeals. “I’ve always wanted to do that. Go like two hundred around a track.”
Fuck, I love this woman. The internal admission has me swallowing thickly because as much as I’d like to say those words were just a figure of speech, the truth is I mean them… It’s probably too soon, but it doesn’t change the fact that I mean them.
I glance back at her in the rearview mirror. Her hair is messy, and her cheeks are stained pink from having the windows down and the cold wind blowing in. She’s never looked as beautiful as she does right now. Unable to help myself, I pull my phone out and snap a picture of her. She pouts playfully but doesn’t hide.
“A friend of mine owns a track a few hours outside of the city. We can go one day for sure.”
Both she and Brody whoop in excitement.
“Make a left at the stop sign,” I tell him so we can head back to the house. After we arrived this morning, we spent the day alternating between the beach and pool. When everyone agreed we were sunned out, I told Brody we would go for a drive before I take Savannah out to dinner. I asked Brody if he wanted to go, but he said he’d rather hang back, order in a pizza, and talk to his girlfriend on the phone.
I’m almost positive the two of them see each other more on the phone than in person. Not that I’m complaining. Virtual dating means he can’t get into too much trouble—at least none that will result in diapers or antibiotics.
We pull into the driveway, and Brody jumps out, already calling one of his friends to brag about driving.
“What’d you think?” I ask Savannah, opening the back door to help her out. “Not bad for a foreign car, right?”
“I guess.” She grins, sliding out. Because I didn’t move, her body is flush against mine. “I think I just prefer something a little... manlier.” She glides her hand across the sleek paint job. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to make out in the back seat. Too bad this back seat is too small.”
I lift her and push her against the side of the vehicle, and her legs wrap around my waist. “You want to make out in the back seat?” I growl against her lips. “I’ll buy whatever the fuck car you want, but I guarantee we’ll be doing a lot more than just making out.”
My mouth crashes against hers, and my tongue delves between her parted lips, making her groan. We kiss for several minutes with her body grinding against mine, seeking pleasure.
“I want you now.”
Her words create a haze in my brain, and the next thing I know, I’m walking us away from the car and over to the side of the house where there are no windows or doors that Brody can see out of and a huge fence with tall shrubbery, giving us the privacy we need.
Her back hits the wall, and she pushes her dress over her hips, giving me easier access. In seconds, my shorts are unzipped, her bikini bottoms are shoved to the side, and I’m inside her, filling her completely. As I fuck her frantically, driving into her over and over again, hard and fast, she peppers kisses all over my face, nipping along my jawline.
“Oh. My. G—” she begins as her climax overtakes her. Not wanting to risk anyone hearing, I slant my mouth over hers, swallowing down her screams as she comes, squeezing the fuck out of my dick and bringing forth my own release.
When we both come down, she sighs, dropping her head onto my shoulder. “God, that was so good.”
I pull out and set her down, and she glances down then up at me with a horrified expression on her face. “You realize we keep forgetting to use protection, right?”
“Yeah, I know.” I pull my shirt off and use it to wipe the cum dripping down the inside of her thighs. Fuck, that’s hot as shit.
“The chances of me getting pregnant are slim, but—”
“There’s a chance… I know.” I lock eyes with her. “But I don’t care.”
Her eyes go wide. We haven’t discussed her getting pregnant, aside from me telling her I didn’t want kids when we first met and me comforting her when she got her period. But I’ve been thinking a lot about it since the day she told me there was a chance she could be pregnant. I thought I’d flip my shit—not at her, because I knew it wasn’t only on her, it was on us both—but just at the idea of doing the whole dad thing all over again. I’m so close to Brody turning eighteen, and Paola and I have made it through without anything bad happening, like what happened to my mom.
Yet when she told me she could be pregnant, my first thought was seeing her swollen with my baby. Of us discussing baby names, decorating a nursery... raising the baby together. And I knew something in me had changed. I’m no longer the same guy I was back then. She’s changed me, changed what I want in life, in my future.
“But Ben,” she breathes. “Getting pregnant... it’s forever.”
Yeah, it is... which is exactly what I want with her because what I thought earlier in the car definitely wasn’t a figure of speech. And before I can second-guess myself, I find myself saying exactly what I was thinking.
“I love you.” But as the words leave my mouth, they don’t feel like they’re strong enough to describe the way I feel for Savannah, so I continue, trying to fully express the way I feel. “But more than that, I never want you to leave my sight.” Her eyes bug out at my admission, and I fear I’m about to fuck everything up. But since I’ve already started, I figure I might as well keep going. “The way my body is constantly drawn toward you is like nothing I’ve ever felt. I crave you, desire you, need you. When you’re not with me, I want you to be. You’ve come to own so much of my heart, and while the thought of a woman holding that kind of power over me used to scare me, with you, it makes me feel stronger and more alive.”