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“You did, huh?”
“Yeah, it was intense, and it sort of feels terrible to admit that you’re way hotter driving the Wrangler around town. Although, I’m not sure you’ll get a rental from Pete’s again, he gives me funny looks every time he comes into the pub.”
“Probably the stains we left on his seats.” It’s a joke, but I know that she’ll be blushing at my remark. “He’ll never get the scent of us out of that car.”
“Oh my God,” she blusters out a bashful laugh. “That’s weird and gross.”
“It’s hot, and I’ll have to buy the Jeep from him when I return. It’ll be my favorite place where I’ll sit for hours…thinking of all the ways I can make you come.”
“You do that anyway.”
“I’m doing it right now.” The audible hitch of her breath spurs me on and I close the one-way partition glass between me and the driver. “I’m thinking of the sweet taste of your tongue and the feel of your tits pressing into my chest while my hands knead your ass.”
My cock throbs, hardening when she pants my name. “Brody…I’m at the pub.”
“It’s quiet.”
“No, I’m in the storeroom.”
“So you’re alone.”
“For now but anyone can walk in—” She stops suddenly as her mom’s voice filters down the line. “I’ll be right out, okay?” Rosie tells her, her voice strained with need and awareness of her surroundings. A beat drags out before she asks me, “Call me back later?”
“No. I want you to come right where you are.”
“It’s busy.”
“Then be quick.” My reply sounds like an order, and I feel her acquiesce before she tells me, “Why can’t I say no to you?”
“Because you like what I do to you. The way I fuck you and how it makes you feel.”
“I like the way you feel. The way you touch me,” she murmurs, voice breaking with the stutter of her breath.
“I want to touch you, Angel. I want to touch you so damn much that my hands ache.” I can hardly catch my breath at the simper she lets out. The sound rushes through me in a heatwave that has my cock straining in my pants. “My cock is so fucking hard for you, sweetheart.”
“You feel so good inside me,” she cries quietly back at me. “I want you inside me. I miss you inside me. Fuck, Brody.”
“It is me.” My pounding heart causes me to choke out the words as I flatten my hand to my bulging crotch and imagine the heat to be her pussy. Ready for me. Always wet for me. “You’re mine,” I state through my gritted teeth, my hand squeezing my erection. “Ergo, your fingers are mine, and I want to fuck your hot cunt right now. To stroke that needy clit as I thrust deep inside you.”
“Christ,” Rosie pants back at me, her breaths shallowing in that telltale way that drips with her arousal with each threadbare word. “So. Fucking. Hot.”
“It’s all you. You’re the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever had.”
“Brody,” she repeats my name and the grit and need edging it burns me up.
I want her. Right here. Right now. I want this girl so damn fucking bad that my cock is weeping for it. My whole body is twisting and coiling with every echo of my name from her sweet fucking lips. Screaming to fuck. Begging to feel. Dying to be with her.
“Come for me, sweetheart. I want to hear who you belong to.”
“Brody.” She breathes out with sweet agony. It’s glorious torture as it rushes through me making the deep need in my bones sing as my cock aches, hardening to the sound of her pleasure.
“Good girl,” I praise her—my beautiful angel—at the same time as she sighs a slew of euphoric curses. “Oh fuck. Holy shit…oh my God…Brody…”
“Yes, beautiful?”
“That was…oh Lord”—a giggle trills down the line—“that was so good. Better even.”
“Now tell me something.”
