“I guide multi-day trips on the Pacific Crest Trail and occasionally the Continental Divide Trail.”
“That’s so cool,” Ava says. “I should do one of them someday.”
“I’ve actually been kicking around the idea of starting a company that focuses on only taking women on the trail.”
“Really?” I ask, surprised. In all the conversations we’ve had over the past few weeks, she hasn’t mentioned it.
“Yeah,” she shrugs. “I need the capital to start it, and I don’t have enough saved to launch the business the way I would want, yet. Who knows, it could just be a pipe dream.”
“No. I think it’s brilliant.” Ava’s voice carries so much conviction. “I’d sign up for a trip like that in a heartbeat. All women? I’d feel so safe.”
As a girl dad, hearing that makes me queasy. I hate that there are men out in the world that make companies and trips like this necessary.
“I think you should do it,” I say. I could easily invest, but I’m not sure if she would appreciate me offering in front of everyone.
She turns her head in my direction and squeezes my thigh. “Thank you.”
Those damn butterflies come fluttering back through my belly as she leaves her hand there. This time, though, my dick also picks up on her hand’s proximity to it. It pulses a few times, the needy fucker. Not that I can blame it, it’s been a long time since anything other than my fist came into contact with it.
I spend the rest of dinner watching Willa interact with my friends. She’s blended in so effortlessly, bantering with Noah, having deeper conversations with Ben, sharing work stories with Aiden, and laughing with Ava. I couldn’t have hoped for today to go better.
CHAPTER 10
WILLA
Never in a millionyears would I have thought I’d get along so well right off the bat with a group of strangers. It says a lot that Drew’s friends are so welcoming. In my time working with people, I’ve found that good people are drawn to other good people. And these five are some of the best I’ve met.
After leftovers are divided up and given out, Drew leads me to his truck. He opens the door for me and sets the food we were given on the floorboards. Instead of getting in the seat, I wait for him to turn around and do the thing I’ve wanted to do all night.
I kiss him.
He’s been off his game today, understandably so, and I want him to know I’m just as attracted to him as he is to me.
For his part, he only freezes in surprise for a matter of seconds, then his hands slide around my waist and pull me flush against him. He assumes control of the kiss, his warm lips pressed against mine as his tongue slips into my mouth. His hands rove down from my waist to palm my ass, and I feel ashe hardens against my belly. I moan into the kiss as his fingers knead my ass.
He lifts me into the truck, breaking the kiss with a pained groan. “Let’s finish this at home.”
“Yes.” I all but pant the words, pressing my thighs together to relieve the ache building between them.
His knuckles are white on the steering wheel as we drive out of the neighborhood. I feel his eyes on my legs every so often. He reaches over and sets his hand on my thigh.
“Spread your legs,” he says as we come to a red light.
I do it immediately.
Without taking his eyes from the road, he traces a slow trail up my skirt. His featherlight touch sends gooseflesh rippling across my body. My hips buck when he finds his way to my core. I know I’m already so wet it’s probably noticeable on my panties. He runs his finger over my seam, and I swear he shivers.
His torturous teasing continues as we wait for the light to change. My fingers tighten around the edge of the seat as each sweep of his fingers drives me closer to madness. Finally, he slips his finger under the edge of the lace covering me and slides it over my clit. I inhale sharply as pleasure bursts through me. My hips rock against him as he works me into a frenzy of need.
“Fuuuck,” he moans as he slips his thick finger inside me. “I knew you’d get soaked for me.”
Gone is the man from earlier in the evening who was a ball of anxiety. Now in his place is the man I’m used to. Confident. And his fingers, holy shit, his fingers. Every time he brings me to edge of release he backs off, deliberately switching from fucking me with his finger to toying with my clit. I swear I’m so wet I could leave a puddle on the leather of his car interior.
He slams the car into park and pulls his hand from between my legs while pushing his car door open. “Don’t move.”
I watch as he rounds the hood and opens my door. He reaches over and unfastens my seatbelt. When his eyes meet mine, they’re darkened with desire.
“I need to taste you.” He grabs my hips and swings me sideways in the seat, pulling me toward the edge.
