Maybe it was because we weren’t using a condom, the bare skin of my cock touching her wet heat without any barrier between us. Maybe it was because we had been sharing secret smiles and furtive glances all week, stealing kisses whenever Brad was gone. Or maybe it was because it was Erica, Erica Fucking Porter, the girl I had spent the last five years of my life dreaming about.
But whatever the reason, when my cock pulsed and shuddered inside of Erica, I came harder than ever before. My balls actuallyachedas I filled her with my seed, rope after sticky rope of it, more than I thought I had inside me. By God, my mouth actually feltdryafterward, as if my entire body was dehydrated from how much bodily fluid I had given to her.
I gazed deeply into her round eyes the entire time, drinking in the sight of her beneath me.
After, we cuddled awkwardly in the passenger seat, spooning side-by-side. Neither of us cared that we were cramped and uncomfortable. All that mattered was that her body was curled up against mine, and nobody could tell us to stop.
I buried my face in her blonde hair and breathed deeply of her scent. I never wanted this moment to end, even if it meant Brad would find out.
“I’ve never had car sex,” she whispered, squeezing my arm that was wrapped over her.
I kissed her on the back of the neck. “Me neither. Lots of firsts for us tonight. First time having car sex, first time without protection…”
“First time with Hunter Cade.”
“First time for you, maybe,” I replied. “I’ve had sex with myself plenty of times.”
Erica snorted. “Okay, that was great. Now that you’ve fulfilled the fantasy I’ve been harboring since high school, you can fly back to Oregon.”
“Seriously?”
She nodded. “Thanks for the sex, now have a safe flight.”
Even though she faced away from me, I knew she was smiling based on the way her cheek tightened. I dug my fingers under her arm, tickling her while she squirmed and squealed.
“Okay! Okay! You don’t have to leave,” she said, twisting to face me.
“Good. Because I don’t have any intention of leaving until we’ve done alotmore of that,” I replied.
She brushed her lips against mine, then sighed happily. “I guess we can keep doing that. After all, we need to make sure it wasn’t just good the first time. It has to be good the second and third time…”
“And fourth,” I teased, “and fifth, and sixth…”
“We’d better try a whole bunch of positions, too,” she added. “To collect as much data as possible.”
I grinned at her.Yeah, this girl is a keeper.
I had always hated the termwife material. It simultaneously felt chauvinist and trite. But that’s the phrase that popped into my head right then. Erica Porter was wife material. The kind of girl who could make you laugh right after sex was the kind of girl you should lock up as quickly as possible.
The kind of woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.
I knew it was probably the post-sex hormones making me think that. Erica and I hadn’t seen each other for half a decade. Suddenly, after being around each other for less than two weeks, I was thinking about the rest of our lives? It was ridiculous.
Yet it felt right in a way that scared me a little. But as a seventeen-year-old girl told me five years ago, the best things in life should be a little scary.
For the first time, I allowed myself to think a little further into the future. I imagined Erica moving back to Portland with me. When we were younger, she always talked about getting out of Columbus and starting somewhere new. And best of all, she could manage herYours Forever Gemstonesbusiness from anywhere. In fact, moving to the Pacific Northwest would give her an opportunity to expand the business to jewelers in that area.
If her business is successful,I thought. It was still too early to know for sure, and small businesses often failed within the first year.
But that was a problem for future Hunter and future Erica to worry about. For now, we were in each others’ arms. For now, everything was happy and perfect.
Fate had a cruel way of ruining things, which is why our phones vibrated at the same time. It was a group message from Brad, asking what was taking us so long.
Erica sighed. “I’m starting to come around to your suggestion of murdering or maiming my brother.”
I quickly replied to the text, saying that we were on our way home. Since it was a group text, it flashed on Erica’s phone too.
“I don’t wanna,” Erica said with a pout. “Let’s never go home. We can live in this Mustang forever.”