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Everyone else in the cart is screaming about how you only get one shot and you better not miss your chance, and I feel like they’re yelling it right at me, but what the hell am I supposed to do in a packed golf cart, when everything I want to do with this woman right now involves burying myself inside her, and she can barely stand sitting on my lap and won’t even look at me?
She shifts a little in my arms, her ass snuggling more firmly into my lap, her hip way too close to my cock already pulsing and thrumming to life, straining against the material of my boxer briefs, until I switch from multiplication to long division in head. My face is still right against the side of hers, my hands clenching with the need to nuzzle my nose into her skin while my arm encircling her waist tightens, wanting to make her turn her head so I can suck that bottom lip she’s biting into my mouth….
“Birdie…” Her name is a whisper and a plea, although I don’t know what the hell I’m asking for right now.
Kiss me?
Look at me and see me?
Slide those tiny shorts to the side and let me fuck your sweet pussy until we both forget what the hell we’ve been mad about for the last two years?
I feel her shiver in my arms when my breath floats against the shell of her ear, but we’re moving fast, it’s chilly outside, she’s had goose bumps since she got inside this golf cart, and I need to shut my damn mouth before I say something stupid like, “Let me come home with you so I can fuck you into next week.”
Time almost comes to a stop in this cart when I watch Birdie’s head slowly start turning toward me until her eyes are on mine and our noses are almost touching.
My arm is still anchored around her waist, and I can feel her breathing faster, but she doesn’t turn away, and she doesn’t take her eyes off mine. I run a few miles every morning to stay in shape, but right now, it feels like I just ran a marathon I was in no way prepared for. My chest is tight, and I’m having a hard time bringing more air into my lungs when I see Birdie’s eyes flicker down to my mouth. Bodhi goes over a pothole in the street, and Birdie’s ass bounces on top of my lap, making me hold onto her tighter while she grips to my arm around her waist, planting her more firmly into me, math facts flying through my head at a rapid rate. I’m about ready to lose my goddamn mind, wanting to kiss this woman with her breath floating over my lips, her eyes staring at my mouth, and her ass nestled right next to my cock, wondering if a man can die from trying not to come in his pants in the back of a packed golf cart going entirely too fast down a small island street.
It’s only about a ten-minute ride, but it’s the longest ten minutes of my life before we’re pulling up to the front of Birdie’s cottage, and she’s flying off my lap and out of the cart before Bodhi even pulls it to a complete stop. She mumbles goodbye to everyone, not meeting my eyes when she says she’ll see me at work tomorrow before grabbing her lava lamp and hedgehog from Melissa and disappearing inside her place.
It takes five hundred and thirty-five seconds before Bodhi has dropped everyone else off and is pulling into my driveway, and I counted each and every one of them. Five hundred and thirty-five seconds from the time Birdie got off my lap, where I had to grind my teeth, clench my fists in my lap, and bounce my knee up and down so I wasn’t tempted to stick my hand down my pants and relieve some of the pressure she left behind. Five hundred and thirty-five seconds of torture until I’m alone in my cottage, stalking down the hall, throwing open the door to the bathroom, and slamming it closed behind me, turning on the cold water in the shower while Bodhi and Tess disappear for a walk down the beach before they head back to Tess’s house.
My clothes are off and tossed to the floor, and I let out a howl when I step in the shower and yank the glass door closed, the cold water hitting my skin and stabbing into it like knives. Resting both my palms against the tiles in front of me, I drop my head forward into the spray and close my eyes, letting the freezing water rain down over my head to try to wash away thoughts of Birdie…
