I deserve one hell of a reward for this.
“Do you wish it were me?” I add. “My fingers on you while my cocks got you so full you can't think straight?”
“Yes, yes, yes—”
Her voice snaps off as a sharp cry tears out of her, the sound so intense it makes my knuckles whiten from my grip. I slow the car slightly as a few cars appear ahead of us, easing off the accelerator. The music doesn't even register anymore because all I can concentrate on is her.
This time, I do glance over.
Her head is tipped back against the seat, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Her fingers are still deep inside her, and yep, my seat is definitely damp now.
I won't be cleaning that anytime soon. It will be an agonisingly beautiful reminder of what she dared to do in the car.
“Hope that was worth the spanking you'll be getting later.” I shoot her a quick wink.
She finally pushes herself upright, telling me it was worth it, still a little dazed, just as we roll to another red light.
Her green eyes are shining when she looks at me.
I reach over, catching her wrist gently before bringing her fingers to my mouth. My gaze stays completely locked on hers as I slide them between my lips, dragging my tongue along them.
Her taste hits my tongue, and I want her to sit on my face.
I pull her fingers free a moment later and let her hand fall back onto her thigh.
“Good?” she asks.
“Best damn thing I've ever tasted. Would definitely recommend.”
Four hours later, we finally arrive.
Willows passed out beside me, curled slightly toward the window, her breathing slow and even. It's probably for the best that she's asleep. If she were awake, she would've figured out where we were the moment we got close.
I glance over at her and shake my head softly, smiling.
Something I do a lot when she's around or in my mind.
I've been planning this for a while. Well… planning might be generous. It started as one of those ideas that lived in the back of my mind, something I kept turning over when I couldn't sleep. But the moment I realised she was it for me, I stopped thinking about it and booked the place.
This weekend isn't just about us sneaking away so we can be a couple without worrying about who might see us. Although it's a massive plus.
It's more than that.
She needs to be back here.
I have no idea how she's going to react to this, so I came prepared.
Her favourite sweets are tucked into a bag, and I brought my camera too. She's been asking to take pictures of me ever sinceshe discovered my little secret talent, and the way her eyes lit up about it… Yeah, there was no way I was leaving it behind.
I step out of the car and look towards the lodge I booked for the weekend.
It sits just beyond the dunes, close enough to the beach that she practically considered it a second home growing up. The place looks even better than I imagined—warm lights glowing through the windows, soft garlands and decorations draped around the porch.
The woman who rents the lodges out mentioned they’d be decorated for Christmas, with the holiday only a week away.
She wasn't exaggerating.
It looks perfect.
