“Let me.” I patted his cheek. “I’m not tiny and frail; I only look that way next to you, sweetie.” Without breaking a sweat, I hauled the tire out and rolled it along the road to the offending wheel. I pulled on the handbrake and took out the items I’ll need. Within minutes, I loosened the lug nuts, used the jack to lift the SUV, and swapped the tire.
“Wow. I won’t even gonna pretend I’m not impressed as fuck.” Rowan squatted next to me as I was lowering his car back down.
“I fucked it up, but I fixed it.” I patted the car like it was a good dog and stood up.
Rowan followed me and kissed the spot behind my ear. “Not your fault.”
I shrugged. “Can you hold the water bottle for me to wash my hands?”
“Of course.”
“We should still have a picnic. I like the idea.”
Rowan set up a blanket on the grass and the cooler full of snacks. Since the wedding was two days ago, I packed slices of pies for Ethel instead of the cake. Then Raina gave us boxes of pastries and leftover fruit.
“Open.” Rowan dangled a cluster of grapes in the air.
I wrapped my lips around one and bit into it.
Rowan was watching me, swallowed, and set the food aside.
Recognizing his hazel eyes darkening with lust, I leaned back on my elbows and beckoned him with a finger. Rowan didn’t need convincing—he was on me and kissing my neck within a second.
His delicious weight on top of me fuelled the fire kindling between us, and I arched under him, sinking my fingers into his thick, fiery hair. He nipped along my jawline then down my chest, lifting my plain white T-shirt up.
“So you like my car, hm?” He flicked his tongue over my pierced nipples then down over my belly button.
“I do.”
Rowan stood up, leaving me grasping for him. Where the hell was he going?
He rummaged in the trunk, closed it, and kept something behind his back. “Do you like it enough to fuck it?” With a wicked grin, he smacked a pink dildo on the passenger door. It wobbled on its suction cup with a comical flair.
I burst into giggles as heat travelled to my cheeks. “Definitely.”
“Then show me how you stretch yourself.” He threw me a bottle of lube. “Fuck my car.”
I caught it in both hands, cradling it to my chest, and looked around. We were in the middle of nowhere, in a forest. No one would see us.
He was turning this disaster into fond memories, and I was falling for it. Good.
“Only if you’ll be watching me, fully naked.”
“Easy.” Rowan stripped, returned to his place on the blanket, and crossed his legs at the ankle. “Do you need help?”
I stepped out of my sneakers and socks, then threw my shorts and underwear at him. “No. I wanna show off.”
Rowan caught my undies mid-air, pressed them to his face and inhaled. He was visibly flushed, and his cock was at half mast, resting heavy on his thigh.
My mission was to make him lose his mind.
The lube was cool on my fingers as I braced myself with one hand on the car and reached behind me with the other, making sure Rowan got a full view of my backside. I traced my rim, then dipped a finger in.
“Fuck, Milo.”
Oh, Rowan was groaning already? Excellent.
Arching, I added another digit, and a third, which was not particularly difficult considering Rowan’s fingers were there this morning. And well, he had big hands.
