I pull open my door and look at her over the roof. “There are no mistakes in life, Millie, only missed opportunities.”
4
Millie
My hands strangle the wheel, knuckles turning white as Hardin's fingers drift back and forth across the back of my neck. The pads tickle my skin, moving slowly in one direction, across my hairline, and down the side of my throat.
It's taking everything I have to keep my eyes open and on the road. My lids are drooping, threatening to shut tight as he touches me. His touch is soothing and erotic, making my skin tingle with every stroke.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he asks me.
“No, but I'll let you tell me.” I smile, glancing at him quickly.
“You have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen.” His fingers move down, softly tracing my collarbone. “And your lips, they're perfect. I could kiss you all day, every day, and still need more. I don't think one or two kisses will ever be enough.” He leans over, fluttering delicate kisses down the side of my neck. They're so soft, like the touch of butterfly wings.
I tremble, my hands wrapping the wheel with a death grip, trying to keep the tires on the pavement. Hardin is not making it easy. He grips my thigh, massaging it with his strong fingers. He starts to slide his fingers between my legs, and presses firmly against my pussy.
Instantly, my body ignites. I'm a live wire, and Hardin is the fuse. Every touch is explosive, sending goosebumps rippling across my skin. He pushes harder, rubbing my pussy up and down, making me seep with arousal.
“Mm,” I moan.
Hardin pulls my hand off the wheel, and places it on his cock. He lifts his hips, pushing his hard bulge against my palm. He's so thick, swelling more and more the longer my hand is on him. I squeeze his swollen tip, and he groans, jerking his hips up.
“I hope we're almost there, or I'm going to make you pull over so I can fuck you. I can't wait much longer.” He palms my pussy through my jeans, making me moan louder.
My head falls back against the head rest as my hips rock. “We're there,” I say, sitting up in my seat and turning my car into the driveway.
Hardin leans forward and looks up out the windshield. “Your house? We're going to your house?” Arching a brow, he turns his face to me.
“Uh, yeah. Is that all right?”
“I don't know—is it?”
What the hell are you doing, Millie?
This is very, very bad idea.
The thought scampers across my mind, but I don't let it bother me. I know this is risky. I know I shouldn't be bringing him here right now, and especially not for this, but maybe that's the reason we're here. I'm defying my parents. I'm doing something they would kill me for, and that in itself is exciting.
“Does it matter?” I ask him, parking the car and smirking at him. I open my door, shutting it gently so no one hears it close.
Hardin climbs out, his eyes scanning all of the windows of my house. “Are your parents asleep? What if they're watching us right now?”
“They're asleep. They get up really early.”
“You know we could just go to my place. I have an apartment on the other side of town.”
“You were ready to fuck me on the side of the road in my car seconds ago. Now you want to drive across town? My house is right here.”
“What if your parents wake—”
“I promise they won't. Now, you can either follow me, or if you're too scared, you can walk back to the bar.”
“Lead the way,” he says, fanning his arm out.
He follows me around the back of the house in the dark. I avoid the sensor lights my father had installed years ago. I've gotten good over the years at sneaking in and out of my house. I don't really have to do it anymore now that I'm older, but as a teenager, it became a challenge I was happy to conquer.
Hardin matches my steps, mirroring every one I take with precision. We reach the back door, and I peak in through the thin crack in the blinds. No one is in the kitchen, but this isn't how we're getting inside.
The door creaks too loudly, and taking the stairs to my room means we have to walk past my parents’ bedroom.
I look back at him over my shoulder and nod my head for him to keep following me. We creep quietly across the back of the house, staying in the shadows. There are a few garbage bins against the house in the far corner.
“Are we seriously going inside like this?” he asks, his voice a whisper.
“Shh,” I say, climbing up on the trash bin. I grab the edge of the lower roof, throwing my leg up and hoisting myself on top. “I know what I'm doing.”