Her smile is slow as she steps toward me, right between my legs. “So, what is your focus?”
With my eyes on hers, I settle my hands on her bare thighs and lift, bringing the bottom of her dress up and over her hips. “You,” I say, tugging on the fabric until she removes the dress completely and stands in front of me in only her underwear. The girl’s a knockout, no denying, and I lean forward, kiss her stomach, just below her navel. “And me.” I pull down on her underwear—the pesky little barrier—until they slide down to the floor, and then I slip a finger between her slit, smiling when I feel how ready she is. I hold her gaze while I kiss her there, just once, just a tease. “And all the endless possibilities.”
She yelps when I flip her onto the bed, quickly remove her bra, and with her completely naked beneath me, I ask, “Is there a lock on the door?”
Lips pursed, Brianna nods.
I lick the spot between her breasts and make my way down. “Did you lock it?”
Eyes on me, she shakes her head, her hair shifting against the pillow as she grabs my t-shirt, removes it.
I ask, “What if someone opens the door?”
She smiles, coy, and spreads her legs wider, pushing my head down to where she wants me. “They can watch.” I don’t even have time to stifle my chuckle because her fingers are grasping at my hair, pushing my face down onto her sex. She writhes beneath me, moaning like the sex-crazed little minx she is. While Brianna prides herself on being a “good” girl, even God Himself can’t fight her temptations when it comes to a good dicking. I glide a hand up her toned legs, tight stomach, while I use two fingers of the other to enter her. She lifts off the bed, presses her thighs to my ears, and goddamn, she’s a far cry from the same girl I swiped right on over six years ago.
A few minutes later, she’s riding my cock, reverse cowgirl, so she can keep an eye on the door—not to make sure someone doesn’t come in, but so she can see their faces when they do. It’s this—the thrill of being caught, being watched, that drives us both to the brink of pleasure. It’s this little voyeuristic kink we share that keeps us coming back to each other.
For me, it started with Jamie out in that goddamn daisy field. It was cool out, and even through my hoodie, I could see her hardened nipples on display. I told her as much as I adjusted myself, mentioning I’d give just about anything to have them in and around my mouth. The wicked smirk that took over her as she removed the hoodie… and then her shirt… her bra… I almost blew my load at that look alone. And then she lay down on the picnic blanket, let me eat strawberries off her breasts, lick apple cider off her stomach, her legs, her pussy. She screamed when she orgasmed, the loudest she’d ever come. And then she got on her knees and returned the favor. I can still feel the warmth of her mouth against the coolness of the air around us. She was in her skirt, no panties, and so I fucked her with my fingers while she sucked my dick. We pushed each other to the edge, over and over, and when it was time, she pushed me onto my back and straddled my lap, guiding my cock—
I come before I’m ready.
Before Bri even gets off.
It’s a surprise to both of us.
“What the fuck, Holden—”
I roll her off of me and onto her back before she can finish the sentence. “Don’t worry,” I tell her, moving down her body. “I’ll still get you off enough for the next few weeks’ worth of confessions.”
She laughs, but the sound dies in the air when I use my hands, my mouth, to bring her to ecstasy. She explodes on my tongue, whispering fickle words and fake promises to no one in particular. I let my muscles relax, let my mind do the same, and for a moment, just one, I forget all about stupid daisy chain crowns and wondrous works of art.
The side of my head knocks against Brianna’s car window as she drives back to my house. It’s been a long-ass day, and with Jamie’s sudden arrival combined with all the weed and alcohol I’ve consumed... all I want to do is crawl into bed and sleep. For days. Maybe even years. My eyes drift shut, my body losing the fight to fake it. “What the H E double hockey sticks,” Brianna says, and I can’t help but chuckle. The girl just rode me like a porn star but refuses to say hell.
“What?” I murmur, opening my eyes just enough to look out the windshield and catch sight of an RV rolled into a ditch. “Fuck. Pull over!” I’m suddenly awake, on full alert, and Brianna keeps driving. “Pull the fuck over!”
“Okay! Jeez!” She slams on the brakes, and I push open the door and get out before the car’s come to a stop.
“Put your hazards on,” I shout, rushing toward the RV. It’s half-tipped on its side, the ground blocking the driver’s side, and so I move to the passenger’s side, trying to open the door. “Jamie!” Panic swirls through my bloodline, making it impossible to think, to breathe. I’m yanking on the handle, pulling, but nothing is happening. With Brianna’s headlights on, I can just see the seatbelt connected to something on the door, preventing it from opening. “Fuck!” I slam my open palm against the window before noticing another door on the side of the RV. I try to open that one too, but it won’t give. I run around the vehicle, trying to find another way in. The only thing I can see is a sunroof on the top. Before I can climb up and kick the fucker in, I hear her quiet, stoic voice. “I’m fine.”
My head snaps to the sound, to the girl sitting in the ditch in front of the crash site, her knees raised, forearms and head resting on them.
“Jesus, Jamie, you scared the shit out of me!”
She doesn’t look up when she says, “Sorry.”
I tap my pockets, searching for my phone.
“Here,” Brianna says from behind me, handing me her phone with the flashlight already on.
At Brianna’s words, Jamie slowly lifts her head, her eyes finding Brianna in the darkness. She doesn’t say a word, just looks back down at the ground. I squat down in front of her, aim the light right at her eyes. “Look up,” I tell her and wince at the trickle of blood coming from her hairline.
“Jesus Christ, you’re bleeding, Jamie.”
“I’m fine.”
I look to my right, to the RV on its side, and release a breath, trying to calm my nerves. “What the hell happened?” I realize I’m trembling, the phone in my hand shaking with my movements.
“I’m fine,” she repeats, and I wonder which version of a lie she’s telling. “You can go.”
“Yeah, because I’m really going to leave you on the side of the road with a gaping head wound.” I point the light at her head again so I can inspect her better, clearer. “Look up.”
This time, it’s not the cut I see the moment she lifts her head. It’s her eyes. The sadness. The hurt. The withheld tears. And even though I see all this, all I can sense is the emptiness. “There’s no cell signal,” she says, her voice so low I barely hear her.
I open my mouth, having no idea what I plan on saying.
“I tried to call Triple A, but there’s no signal.”
“It’s a dead spot.” I glance at the RV—it’s beyond fucked. “And, honestly, I don’t know how much Triple A can help you, Jamie.”