Page 80 of Silver Player

“But I do want to apologize for my father walking in on us. Don’t be embarrassed.”

She waves a dismissive hand. “It happens.”

“Really? How often have you been caught on top of someone in their teenage bedroom?” I tease.

“Oh, you know…a million times.” She’s mocking me, trying to make light of something I’m certain bothered her.

“My dad won’t give it a second thought. He’s used to it.”

Her head turns to me.

“Not from me,” I defend. “From James,” I clarify, noting the glare of those silvery eyes. Damn, I want to kiss her. Slide her over to me on this seat and then lay her back.

“Friday night? Say yes.”

“Okay,” she answers, sweeping hair behind her ear. Damn, I want to kiss her. I want to feel her under me.

She reaches for the door handle, but I reach for her forearm. “I’m sorry again about my room.” I don’t just mean my dad, though. I mean the fact we were interrupted.

“Sure, I’m almost having an orgasm, on your childhood bed, and you think I shouldn’t be embarrassed.”

“You were close?” I smile sheepishly. I never want to leave her unsatisfied, and I tug at her arm, forcing her to lean toward me.

“Weren’t you?” She cringes after asking as though she’s afraid of the answer.

“Fuck yeah. I was about to come undone in my pants, and I haven’t done that since I was a kid in that room.”

I lean forward and cup the nape of her neck, drawing her to me to take her mouth, allowing my lips to savor her before stretching my tongue forward and breaching the seam of her lips. She gasps at the intrusion, and I tug her closer to me. Her body presses against mine as best she can as we sit side-by-side on this seat, and then she snakes her arms around my neck. Our mouths move, but I want more.

“So you were close,” I tease against her lips. “Let me finish you.”

“Billy,” she groans, her mouth meeting mine with eager vigor.

“Climb on my lap again.” I press at her hips, moving her over me.

“Sadie’s upstairs. She’s waiting on me,” Roxie says, but her mouth continues to kiss me, not making any effort to release me.

“I promise it won’t take long,” I tease, knowing how quickly she comes, and with such ease under my fingertips. Her legs straddle my lap, and I reach for the lever to set the bench seat as far back as it will go.

“People can see us through the window,” she states, pulling back, but I quickly follow, keeping our lips attached for another second.

“The windows are fogging.” It’s a natural screen. My hands skate up her thighs, massaging the muscle before hiking up her skirt and searching for skin underneath. As my fingers find her underwear, she’s as damp as she was over me on the bed. I slip two fingers inside the material and rush into her heat. She stills over me.

“Damn, woman. You are so wet.” I growl as I lean up for her mouth again. My fingers move, my hips rock, imitating what I want to do to her.

“Billy,” she groans over my mouth as her hips undulate, holding my fingers deep within her.

“I want inside you again,” I mutter, and she stills.

“Here?” she whispers, and I appreciate her hesitation. It’s sweet and a bit daring, and I wouldn’t give up this position if someone paid me.

“Right here, darlin’.” I press her back only enough to reach for my glove compartment and search for a condom. Tugging the foil packet forward, I set it on the seat and return my fingers to her, keeping her satiated while she fumbles with my belt buckle and unzips my zipper. I’m coming out of my skin, eager to enter her. The truck’s overheating with the engine still running and the heat blaring, but I’ll burn in hell in order to get her over me. She scrambles back enough to tug her underwear off from under her skirt, and I roll on the condom, my fingers shaking with anticipation.

Holding myself upright, I guide her back to my thighs and then press the tip at her entrance. We can hardly see with her skirt over my wrist and all our clothes still on, and for a moment, I realize this isn’t how it should be with Roxanne. It should be in a bed where it’s soft and warm and I can take my time, but her wet core presses over me, and I move my hand, allowing her to sheath me within her. She falls over me, swallowing me into her, and we both gasp.

“Damn, you feel so good, Roxie.” My hips buck, and her hand goes to the ceiling. The other holds the back of the seat as she moves in eager undulations, riding me. My hand comes to her hip, aiding her movements as I thrust upward, and she rocks over me.

“I just need—”