“Oh, God.” I rise and fall over him, my thighs trembling. “I need this.”
“I know.” He slides a hand into my panties, rubbing my slickness between his fingers. “Please say you’re ready for me.”
“I am.” I drop my lips to his neck, sucking the skin roughly. “Get it.”
He doesn’t bother removing my panties, but shoves them aside. I can’t wait, fumbling with his belt and zipper. He’s hot and hard in my hand as I position myself and slide down, the scrape of flimsy lace against our joined flesh only intensifying the pleasure. He’s wide and thick, and there’s still a sting when his body insists past my tightness, still a kiss of pain underlying the rapture as he drills all that dick to the bottom of me. Oh, but God, it’s worth it.
“Shiiiiiiiit.” Grip’s brows scrunch, bottom lip trapped between his teeth, head dropped back against the headrest. “I wanna die this way. In here. Inside you. Just like this. Promise you’ll fuck me on my deathbed.”
Laughter erupts in the luxurious confines of the car, mine and his.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, laughing but so close to coming I already see spots. “You’re crazy.”
I twist him impossibly deeper into my body, wanting to feel him where no one has ever been. Where no one’s ever touched me.
“Bristol.” My name bursts from his mouth as he explodes inside me, his passion warm and liquid. “God, what are you doing to me?”
Making you more mine every time.
A smug, satisfied smile rests on my lips a few moments later. He’s still inside me, and I’m slumped onto his chest, the steering wheel digging into my back. I know we need to move. There’s a sticky mess between my legs, and we could get caught at any moment, but I can’t stop kissing him, my tongue in his mouth sustaining our intimacy like a note held at a conductor’s command.
“We need to go,” he whispers, his breath still labored, his palms starting at my feet folded under me and sliding up my thighs and under the panties I never took off. He fills his hands with my ass, the leisurely caress of a satisfied man, and I revel in the fact that I did that. That I satisfy him.
“Hmmmm.” I snuggle deeper into him.
“Bris.” His hands wander over my back and then coax my bra straps into place on my shoulders. “For real, we need to leave before we get caught. We already had one close call today, and that wouldn’t exactly be the low profile we’re supposed to be keeping.”
“You’re right. I’ll move in a second.” I chuckle, eyes closed and depriving my other senses so I can fully absorb the scent of him. “You were the one who couldn’t even make it home.”
“True.” He pauses, lifting my head from his chest. “What you said at my mom’s house . . .”
“I meant every word.” I frame his face between my hands, my eyes latched with his. “I’m going wherever you go.”
“And you think I would object?” He tilts his head, his eyes so warm as he looks at me. “You’re everything I wanted before I even knew what I was getting.”
I kiss him thoroughly, deeply, surrendering everything before pulling back to smile down at his contented expression.
“You wanted me, you got me.” I kiss him one more time, branding him mine as surely as I’m branded his. “Be careful what you wish for.”
Chapter 28
GRIP
IT SHOULD SCARE me how much I missed Bristol after just one day away from her, but it doesn’t. I fully embrace my addiction to the girl. Luke and I flew out to join Kilimanjaro for the show in Chicago, their hometown. Bristol’s brilliant last-minute idea of Prodigy solidarity, but even that one day without Bristol has me fiending. We’ve only been official a few days, and I don’t sleep right without her. I’m so bent out of sorts waking up alone in an empty bed that I had Sarah change our flight to the earliest out this morning so I could get home sooner.
I need my girl.
“You don’t wanna go home first?” Amir asks from the seat beside me.
The SUV picked us up at the airport, and I told the driver to go straight to the Prodigy offices.
“Nah, I’ll take my stuff home later."
A knowing grin spreads across Amir’s face. His eyes drop to my bouncing knee. “You got it bad, don’t you?”
My knee stops bouncing long enough for me to scowl at him, but I can’t hold back an answering smile. He’s watched Bristol and me from day one. Knows the full story. I turn my head to watch the cars zooming by on the interstate.
“Damn right I got it bad,” I mutter. “Look how long it took to get her.”