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Ethan
Drivingwith Rylie is semi mind-blowing. What with it being the first time ever that we’ve been alone. Aside from the brief tong-hunt in the kitchen last night that culminated in me coming as close as a cut-throat shave to kissing her. The burning need to take her mouth in mine almost scorched us both. No coming back from that kind of physical announcement.
We’re skirting around it now, neither of us seems willing to drop the bomb on this. I warned Frank of consequences and then became concerned about them myself. Entirely different ones but what would my bud say if he thought I meant I’d take Rylie from him? Now, alone with her, the electric spark in the tight space is fucking nuclear.
There’s no doubt about what’s happening here but there’s also no question that it’s all wrong. Rylie says she doesn’t care but she’s not the one likely to lose everything. A career, buddy, lifestyle on a laid back island. Her father will forgive her while I’ll end up on guard duty.
Does she really feel the same attraction as me?
She picks my hand up off the gear stick and rests it on her bare leg, blowing my mind all over again. Her skin is so soft yet so firm, I can only imagine how the rest of her perfect body feels. I stroke across her inner thigh just a little, just enough to feel her velvet smoothness. I drive with one hand on the wheel, relishing the feel of her flesh, so delicious, my tongue longs to be sliding there.
“Ethan,” she murmurs and arches slightly as though trying to squirm her way out from the sensation rocking her body.
“What, baby?” I ask, looking at the desire filling her doe eyes, the way she looks at me with yearning. The same yearning -
“Ethan,” she screams.
I detect the accident up ahead from the radar vision trained into my eyeline and on auto pilot, my foot moves to slam on the brakes.
Rylie lets out a gasp of a scream but our seat belts hold us without the air bags engaging. I stopped the car before we crashed into the pile up. I also reflexively braced my arm to shield Rylie from going through the windscreen. My hand slid up her thigh with the jolt of the braking. Now we’re sitting here stunned from the close call. I’m even more shocked and awed by the press of her firm tits against my bicep. And by her more abundant flesh, when my hand lurched, I now grip and dig my fingers into the very top of her thigh. The heat under my palm is way hotter at this level. I’m less than an inch from her pussy, my grasp rendering red marks on her skin that will surely bruise and be the one injury she sustains from this accident.
“Are you okay?” I grit out.
She nods, working her full lips anxiously.
I control the adrenaline from the close call as I’m trained to and slow down its mad gush through my veins. But the pulsating blood from the softly intimate I’m still holding under my hand rushes faster. Her skin is burning up under my touch and sparks fly through my gut at being this close to her pussy.
“Sure?” I rasp with a croak.
She nods again but we remain frozen in stasis. If I move my hand it’s like admitting I’m caressing her most intimate part, something I’ve wanted to do for many years without even knowing it. One small movement and I’d slide into her slickness and deeper into her tight pussy. I don’t dare move a muscle. And Riley sits rigid in shock too.
“I’ll go check that everyone’s okay,” I grunt.
I lift my hand from her thigh like it might shatter, so careful am I not to slide one millimeter higher between her parted thighs. For all the world I want to bury myself in between them but of course that can't happen.
It can never happen.
All this happens in mere seconds but feels like we’ve been frozen in time for hours. I unpeel from the car seat and push the door back, glad for once of the heat outside that allows me respite from that inside me. Riley watches through the windshield as I swiftly take charge of the scene, making sure everyone else involved in the accident is unharmed. My heartbeat in no way calms. The points where her body connected to mine are still hot, my skin on fire with the need for more of her.
Then she’s behind me, her hands on my bicep.
“Is everyone okay?” she asks, then, “I called 911.”
“That’s my girl.”
I want to wrap an arm around her and show her she has my support and is safe, then I spot a child in the back seat of one of the vehicles stopped by the pile up.
“Shit,” I roar. “Caden.”
“What is it?” Rylie grasps my arm, trying to calm me.
“I forgot my kid needs to be picked up.”
Without waiting for services to arrive, we get back in the car and I drive, mindful of not speeding too much.
I get her to her class, say a quick goodbye then take off for Caden’s school, knowing there’s no way I’ll make it in time.
