I grip her a little tighter, staring deep into her clear blue eyes.
“I mean it, Jacinta. You're mine, and I’m yours… King and Queen.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Jacinta
“So, where are we going?” I ask, feeling like I’ve finally crawled out of my cocoon, ready to spread my wings and fly.
Almost… There are just a couple more wings I’ll have to spread before I’m truly his, but it’s close. Really close.
“I’m taking you somewhere nice and you know what we’re gonna do,” he growls, a matter of fact, cocking his brow as he drives.
Making me instantly wet enough to start squirming in my seat once I glance over and see he’s already primed and ready by the bulge in his pants.
“How far is it?” I ask my voice shudders, barely able to keep my body still or my hands to myself.
“We could go back to the Inn,” he muses, and I swiftly remind him about what the manager told me.
“We could have the whole place to ourselves,” I say, my voice already lower and huskier.
Like a woman already for her man.
Not like a virgin who’s only ever seen a dick twice and touched it once in her whole life.
But Kyle seems to have a plan of his own, and as much as his need seems bigger than mine, I somehow get the feeling we’re not going to the old inn for my deflowering.
Watching as Kyle takes the turnoff past Hilltop road, I can see we’re not going to the point lookout either…
“Do you even wanna come back?” he asks, breaking the silence and startling me a little with such a big question.
A part of me wants to shake my head, but a bigger part of me doesn’t even wanna look back at the ‘Welcome to Cherry’ sign as we pass it, Kyle giving the luxury sedan a little more gas once we’re on the highway.
He looks better in a proper car. Something he can stretch out in.
“You don’t have to answer that, that’s not fair of me,” he says, reaching for my hand and squeezing my fingers.
“My mom,” Is all I can manage and Kyle seems okay to leave it there, for now.
As crazy as my mom makes me sometimes, I know how worried she’ll be about any of the changes about to happen in town.
Sure, all this Cherry project business takes the heat off me and Kyle, for now.
But her job, the house, none of it is like it was back when dad—
And there it is again.
Stupid parents. How come their mistakes have such an impact on their kids? And for so long?
I’m never gonna let that happen. Not when I have kids.
“I mean it, Jacinta,” Kyle says, his voice rough, but with more passion and arousal now continues, “I wanna fuck you so hard, come so deep inside you… Fuck!” he groans, seeming to have trouble focusing on the road as I make little mewling sounds.
Sounds I can’t hold back anymore because I want what he wants. It’s what we both need now. I’m way past the wanting stage.
“I wanted somewhere special… Fancy,” Kyle says.
Reading my mind as he slows enough to swing the car around. Heading straight back to the one place we both know we can be alone, the Inn.
“Anywhere with you is special.” I shiver. Meaning it too. Hell, right now I’d let him take me over the hood of the car at the point. Overlooking the town as it stands today.
Wondering how different it’ll look in five or even ten years as Kyle fills me from behind.
But I strongly sense that Kyle isn’t into the risk of having anyone happen by and see me more than he’d be worried about getting spotted himself, or even doing it outdoors.
I file the mental image away for later. The current view of him unzipping himself and freeing his engorged cock while he drives is enough to drive me over the edge.
“I can’t fucking breathe in these things,” he snarls, laughing before groaning again when he feels the coolness of my hand around the stiff, purple head of his cock. Squeezing a thick line of precome from him and pressing it to my lips.
I will the car to go faster, but also pray Kyle can focus on the road and have me hold his rod at the same time.
“You drive stick pretty good,” he teases me, sucking in a sharp breath occasionally as I start to slowly work him, moaning like somebody else entirely.
My sex feels like it’ll implode if I don’t get at least some of him inside me, and soon.
“Just hang on, Ja-cinta,” Kyle groans, gripping my hand with his when I take it away. Thinking maybe it’s best if I don’t.
But he smirks and tells me it’s just what he needs right now.
Keeping each other at a simmer, we both moan with a new kind of relief as the inn comes into view.