“You want to slowly ease into the brake,” Caleb commented.
I gulped and panicked, slamming on the brakes.
He whipped his head around, making sure nobody was behind us, and then turned to me.
“Sorry,” I muttered, giving him a sheepish smile.
“S’okay.” Caleb jutted his chin out and told me where to turn next.
An hour and a handful of dents in Caleb’s truck later, I managed to park in the back alley of the bar. Caleb usually parked his truck on the street because it was a bit of a tight squeeze, but he figured it would be good practice for me. He also had some boxes to unload.
“You’re doing so well, baby.” He smiled as he grabbed my hand and kissed it gently.
“I have an excellent teacher.” I grinned and looked at him, sitting in the passenger seat. He had his baseball cap on backwards. His peacoat was unbuttoned, and he had on a pair of Levi’s. Caleb was the epitome of sexy and he was being all calm and cool to my crazy, and it only spurred my desire on more.
“I think I need to find a way to thank you.” I licked my lips and noticed he had the same look of desire as I did.
“Mm-hmm, I could think of a few ways…” He trailed off, bringing the hand he was holding to his lap so I could feel his hardness. Ready for me, for us.
After we unbuckled our seat belts, I unbuttoned my coat, tossing it in the back seat. Thank fuck I wore a dress today. I crossed over to straddle Caleb’s lap and one of the thin straps of my dress fell off my shoulder.
“Need you inside me. Now,” I rasped against the stubble around his mouth as I fumbled with his belt, unbuckling it before pulling down his zipper. I reached inside his boxers to free his cock, but he caught my wrist, stilling my movements.
I jutted my bottom lip out as Caleb’s blue eyes smoldered, making me clench above him. He didn’t speak to convey his need. His rough hands made their way to my panties and pushed them aside. Caleb didn’t hesitate to rub his thumb against my already sensitive clit. I let out an audible gasp as one of his fingers plunged inside me, his lips grazing my bottom one as he leaned in for a kiss.
“You want me?” Caleb taunted, nibbling at my lip, still in between his own.
I nodded, not trusting my voice with how needy I was for the man in front of me. I grasped the back of his neck and crushed my lips to his, whimpering as his tongue circled my own.
Caleb added a second finger, pulling both out slightly only to thrust them deeper into my walls. I moaned against his lips and he started kissing my neck before removing his fingers. I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped me. Thankfully, he only did it so he could finally free his cock.
“I love you like this. Ready for me, only me,” he murmured, causing me to moan, and lifted my dress to my waist.
I threw my head back in pleasure as he grabbed my hips, impaling me and burying himself to the hilt.
I rode him hard through the intense sensations building inside of me, burning in my stomach. As I burrowed my head into Caleb’s shoulder as I let go, he began to thrust up into me, my walls closing in on us both. My pace faltered as I came downfrom my release, but I quickly recovered, milking his release from him.
Caleb groaned as he exploded inside of me, his fingertips gripping my hips tightly. “Fuck, Grace.”
My forehead leaned against his. We were both equally spent. A lazy but satisfied smile hit his face, and I mumbled, “I’d say thoroughly fucked.”
He laughed, pushing my bangs from my face.
“We’d better clean up before Max gets here.” I glanced around the alleyway, suddenly feeling exposed.
“Yeah, don’t want a Dirty Al, part deux,” he joked, reminding us of the time Dirty Al found my coat button after our pool table escapades.
“Har, har.” I rolled my eyes.
Moments passed and I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face. I never realized how much I was missing. Sex made a world of a difference when you were actually attracted to your partner. When they knew what they were doing.
I wanted to keep him forever. I only prayed the universe would let me.
CHAPTER 32
Grace
“Grace, do you want hot chocolate?”Noelle asked, stuffing the last of the crumb cake we sampled into her mouth. She brushed the remaining crumbs from her glove-covered hands and held one hand out for her father.
