“You know how perfect you were last night?” I grind the words against the back of her head, fingers dipping beneath the black waistband. “You were a goddamn dream.” Bare skin greets me, a whole long stretch of taut abdomen, and then I’m there, nudging at her slick heat.
I suck in a sharp breath. “You’re wearing his clothes without any panties? Josie, are you trying to kill me?”
“Maybe.” She splutters a weak laugh when I spank the top of her slit, baring my teeth against her hair. “You deserve it, you big jerk.”
I know I do. And she can wear what she likes. I know all that, but there’s still a war beat drumming in my chest when I slide my fingers deeper. Seeking, probing, testing her swollen pussy. Is she sore after last night?
“Does it hurt?”
An elbow jabs into my gut. “Don’t give me that. You want to dunk me in a salt bath, you have to earn it, Everett Bray.”
Ha. Fine by me.
“Then I’d better get started.” My wrist catches on her waistband as I pull my hand away, and Josie makes a small sound of disagreement, but I grip her hips and spin her around. “Sit down right there. On the edge of the seat.”
I jerk Harry’s sweatpants down her thighs before she can sink down. Josie lowers herself into the passenger side of the car, her bare ass settling on the edge of the cracked leather. In the footwell and on the back seat, the car is a riot of tangled sleeves and jumbled possessions, and I take one more look at the sweatpants tangled around her knees, then yank them all the way off and toss them away in the long grass, her flip flops tangled up in the legs.
Josie’s laugh makes my chest swell three sizes, so I keep going. “Is that his shirt too? ‘Course it is. It’s got his college logo on it. Right, that’s got to go.”
She shrugs it off happily, throwing the warm fabric against my chest—and then my girl’s bared to me again. Grinning up at me with so much tentative trust and warmth and light, that I could never deserve her in my whole life.
“You’re jealous,” she says, stating the obvious. Relishing it.
I fall to my knees and jerk her closer by the hips, right to the edge of the seat. “Always.”
Where to kiss first? I start with the hollow of her throat, pausing long enough to feel her pulse tap-tap-tap against my lips. Then I trail across each shoulder; down to her right nipple; to the left. I suck on her beautiful body, weighing her other tit in my palm.
“Everett.” Josie shifts, the leather seat creaking, and she’s gripping the back of my head. Holding me to her as if I might ever let go. We’re alone out here in the quiet, out with the singing insects and the blazing sun. “Everett, maybe we should stop. If Harry comes out—”
“He said he’d stay inside.”
She falls quiet at that and all it implies. My nephew’s blessing. The potential blooming between Josie and I, suddenly so real. How did I ever get so lucky?
Though there are no guarantees. She’s cracked the door open for me again, but we’re a long way from forgiveness here. That’s okay. However long it takes, whatever she needs, I’ll earn Josie’s trust again.
I lick her stomach. The tanned flesh twitches, her breath catching above my head. “Salty,” I mutter. “You taste good.”
But I’m not really kneeling here so I can lick her belly and kiss her shoulders. We both know that.
Josie’s lips press together when I nudge her thighs apart. “You don’t really have to do this, Everett. Sure, I’ll huff and puff a bit more, but I’m obviously gonna forgive you.”
Have to do this?
Haveto?
I growl and reach between us, spreading her pussy open with my thumbs. “What are you talking about? I don’t have to lick my girl? I’ve waited years to do this, Josie, and you’re not putting me off now, you hear?” My eyes are fixed on her slippery pink folds, on the shine that proves she wants me too. No word is a lie. “You’re my new favorite item on the breakfast menu.”
Her shocked laugh cuts off when I duck my head. The first lick makes my blood heat and my belly tighten.
Shit.
That’s good.
And it’s even better when I get a good angle and start lapping at her clit; when Josie tugs on my hair as I suck her pussy lips into my mouth one at a time. It’s so base and shameless, especially out here in the fresh air, but it’s perfect, too. Even the birds cheering in the trees agree with me.
She hisses when I slide a finger inside her, gentle and slow. I pull back, words vibrating against her flesh, and ask, “You need me to stop? Does it hurt?”
“Don’t you dare.” Josie sounds as winded as I feel. I saw my finger in and out, rubbing against the spot inside her that makes her squirm. “I’m getting that cock again, Everett, and this time you’re gonna kiss me afterward and say nice things to me.”