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Chapter THIRTEEN

Jared

When Carina gives me that look I know I can't hold off any longer. Even if she wasn't so gob-smacking stunning in the outfit I bought her, there's no way we can resist this thing any longer. And I've lost all reason now. So the reasons I'd formulated for why we shouldn't do this, and to cement the waiting rule in place, have all evaporated.

All I can think of is sliding my cock inside her sweet pussy until she writhes and screams my name. I want that blush to come across her soft cheeks right before I bend her over in front of me and thrust into her from behind, pulling her hips back onto my dick while she impales herself on me and soaks my searing hard wood with her juices.

I'm still thinking the same filthy thoughts as she leaps up and makes a sudden dash to the washroom, her luscious butt cheeks jiggling under the flimsy fabric as though shouting out my name. She'll be screaming more than my name when I hike that material over her ass and bring out the blush in them. She'll want -

“Jared Helmsley, twice in one week after twenty years. It must be fate,” a somehow familiar voice breaks into my wild imaginings.

I look up to see Carina's mother – stepmother. Standing beside my table with her husband.

“You remember Todd, right?” she says, cajoling me into agreeing.

Carina's father. No wonder she made a run for it. Yet again hiding from our relationship.

“Of course, how are you, buddy?”

I stretch out my palm. He takes it with minimal enthusiasm. Like I murdered his last head of cattle.

Fuck, is it really Todd Wallis. When did he get so old? Has that happened to me too? Perhaps we all look in the mirror and see a delusional version of our younger selves. Is that why Carina takes off every time and keeps me out of sight?

“Good,” Todd grits through a tight jaw that makes me wonder whether he saw me holding his daughter in the palms of my hands, her gaze transmitting unrelenting yearning to be fucked by her dad's old college buddy. Who he still despises for some reason.

“Good seeing you,” he adds and, sufficient pleasantries done with, tries to lead his wife away. But she's having none of it.

“I'm glad we ran into you, Jared,” she continues. “Like I said it must be fate. We're having our New Year's Party and I insist you come.”

I'm about to decline. An excuse about heading back home for work ready on my lips. But then I recall Carina hiding me. Hiding us.

“I'd love to,” I announce and receive a triumphant grin.

“Great, we're at 3290 Oleander.”

Uh huh, it's already etched in my brain.

“Six pm Thursday.”

“See you then.”

The hostess, visibly irritated at the interruption to seating procedure, coughs lightly and Todd takes his cue to drag Mellie away. They're settled at a table not that far away, so I can see them get into some heated discussion but can't hear what it's about.

My bigger concern is that when Carina returns to the table there's no way they can miss her. Looking hot enough to set the room ablaze.

I take care of the check then head toward the bathrooms to retrieve my girl. I've had enough of skulking around and I intend to tell her so. I march into the women's and find her standing at the basin, shaking with nerves. In two strides I have her wrapped in my arms and she attacks me with all her desire exploding from her perfect little body.

She claws at my shoulders, dragging me harder toward her as though she intends for us to merge into one. Her hands are everywhere and when she wraps my already solid dick in her tiny palm I see rocket ships. I lift her onto the basin counter and spreed her thighs to allow me close to her center. Her dress hikes up to her hips and in one move I pull her panties to the side to stroke her bullet hard little clit.

She's dripping fucking wet for me and her point is so solid and swollen, it must be throbbing with raw hunger. She moans loud and grapples me closer to her. I know what she wants even before she begs for it.

“Fuck me, hard. I want you inside me right now.”

“Not here,” I grit out, using every effort available to my weakening resolve.

I'm not fucking her in a public bathroom. Not the first time at least. She wriggles her juices so my thumb pad slides across her slit and I push two fingers into her pussy.

Fuck, she's tight. She lets out a throaty moan and I corkscrew deeper into her, making her whimper. Fuck, did I hurt her? She's tight enough to be a virgin, but I doubt it. Then she's gouging at me again and bucking her pelvis on my fingers, demanding I fuck her wet pussy.

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