Page 39 of One Quick Obsession

And when she smiled and gripped my hand, I thought that maybe I was doing the right thing.

After we finished our lunch and paid, we got on the bike and headed toward Cage Lake, along the winding roads. When I stopped at a park bench so she could stretch and we could walk into the park area where I knew there was a small waterfall, Scarlett slid her hand into mine.

“I think this was a date, Hudson. And I don’t date anymore.”

I squeezed her hand and pulled her towards the bike.

“I don’t date anymore either. I don’t know what this is.”

“Just don’t not date anyone else when you’re not dating me. Okay?”

My eyes nearly crossed as I tried to figure out that sentence. “Okay. I can do that.” And then my lips were on hers and there was nothing else.

She groaned against me, her hands going up my jacket and shirt to slide over my skin. I cupped her face, deepening the kiss, needing her close.

“We should stop,” she whispered, but then kept going.

I continued my exploration of her body with my hands, cupping her breasts underneath her shirt, and then sliding my hands down her sides and up. When my fingers slid over her nipples through her bra, I let out a soft groan.

“I knew these were pierced,” I whispered.

“Twins, I guess,” she said with a wink.

“You’re a twin. I’m a twin. That’s a lot of twins.”

“Shut up and kiss me,” she muttered.

In answer, I crushed my mouth to hers and pressed her back to the bike. With an idea, hoping like hell I didn’t break anything, I lifted her up and sat her on the bike.

She let out a moan and continued to kiss me as I explored her body with my hands. I let my palms slide down, my fingers playing with the button of her jeans. When she moaned, arching her back to me, I undid the button and slid down her zipper ever so slightly.

“Hudson!”

“Shh. Just let me.”

She kissed me, arching for me as I slid my fingers underneath her panties. She was already soaking wet, and I groaned.

“Scar, baby, you’re killing me.”

“If we break this bike, I’m not buying it.”

I smiled against her lips as I flicked my middle finger over her clit.

“Deal.”

She melted in my hand, panting, as I slid two fingers into her wet cunt. The walls of her pussy squeezed around me, and I continued to pierce her, slowly, since her jeans were slightly restricting for my hand.

“You’re going to need to rock on my hand. Go slowly so you don’t knock over the bike. Is that okay? Can you do that, Scar?”

“Hudson. Please.”

I smiled again and continued to slide my fingers in and out of her, using my palm to grind against her clit. And when she came, her lips parted, her eyes darkened, and she gushed over my palm.

I took her lips in a kiss, continuing to ease her down her orgasm, knowing that I was in for a long ride home.

Riding my bike down the winding roads back to Cage Lake with a raging hard-on might kill me. But she wasn’t ready yet, and frankly, anybody could drive by at any moment.

When she finally slowed her breath, I slid my fingers out of her pussy and sucked them into my mouth. Her eyes widened, and I grinned before licking her wetness clean from my skin.