Page 151 of Always: A Legacy Novel

He waved around them. “Where’s Andino now?”

“You’re here, Cross. That’s why.”

“Mmhmm. Because he knew I didn’t make my way down here to talk to him, Catty. Not really.”

She stared at him from the side under long lashes and a demure smile. Her expression said she was considering something, and then her next words made his dick hard in an instant. “Do you want to have some fun with me, Cross?”

“That depends on the type of fun.”

“I don’t want to be bored when I go home tonight. I want to be tired for once, not wide awake. I’m way up high like this, and then I can’t come down, and that’s not fun at all. So maybe I just want to do something different this time because we’re always fun like that, aren’t we?”

“Someone,” Cross said. “Do someone, you mean.”

“You,” she replied, “if you want to.”

He still didn’t know how to tell this damn girl no.

“This is not a good place for that, Catherine.”

“The Cadillac has dark tint and a big back seat.”

“The last time we fucked in a car, it all went to shit.”

Understatement, asshole.

Her gaze flashed with something he couldn’t understand, but it was gone just as fast. Then she kissed him hard enough to make him forget he even saw it to begin with. Her teeth bit into his bottom lip, and her fingernails scratched against the skin of his throat as she grabbed a handful of his hoodie.

He was thinking with his cock again.

It had really good ideas.

“Backseat, right now,” Cross mumbled into Catherine’s grinning mouth. He fisted her dress and pulled her into his embrace at the same time he got up off the bumper, bringing her with him the whole time. “Fuck, right now, girl.”

Catherine stumbled in her haste; he caught her easily. The back door opened fast under Cross’s grasp, and Catherine didn’t waste time climbing inside, nor did he when he jumped in behind her. All he saw was a flash of black thong and her sexy, tight ass and he couldn’t get that damn door closed fast enough.

Cross was already shoving his jeans and boxer-briefs down around his hips, but he wasn’t wasting time taking the things off. He did shrug his leather jacket off, but not before he pulled the only condom he had out of the inner pocket.

“I like you on your knees like that,” he said, coming up behind Catherine to shove her dress up around her back. That black thong snapped gently under a pull of his finger, and Catherine sighed. “It makes a nice view.”

She laughed. “I’ll stay on them for you.”

“You better.”

Cross kissed the spot on her lower back, right above the swell of her ass, as he ripped open the condom packet and rolled latex down his hard length. “I’m not playing—I just wanna fuck.”

“Then stop talking, and start doing that, Cross.”

All right.

He slid her thong aside with his fingers, and then he was sliding in. All the way into heaven. A hot, wet heaven.

Catherine’s top half fell into the seat with a shiver. Cross grabbed her hips and pulled her body in for more. Because she could fucking take it, all of it, and he knew she liked it, too.

“Yeah, it’s been way too long,” he groaned.

“Still so good.”

Her voice was all air and sex.