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I’d spent the last few hours with Crockett in my arms, pressed up against me, and barely covered in a scrap of fabric.
She’d gone inside to get dressed, and I’d followed after her a few minutes later to find her fully clothed.
In my clothes.
Or, at least, my shirt.
She looked at me over her shoulder and said, “You can go shirtless underneath your motorcycle vest, right?”
“Cut,” I corrected her automatically. “And yes, I can.”
I eyed her sexy, strong legs. Allowed my eyes to roam over the shoulder that peeked out around the shirt collar. Then stopped when I realized that she wasn’t wearing any clothes underneath that shirt.
My dick, that hadn’t gone down despite the more than perfect orgasm it was given earlier, went electric all over again.
I groaned and shucked my swim shorts, hanging them up in the bathroom before going to my clothes.
As much as I’d like to take her right then and there, I wanted to spend the night devouring her.
I did not want to spend the night devouring her in Lynn’s pool house.
Which meant I got dressed, even though my dick didn’t want me to, and then shrugged my cut on over my bare skin before gesturing to her.
“We’ll go get my bike in the morning, take your grandfather’s car home,” he said. “I don’t want you driving just yet.”
She was already shaking her head.
“No can do,” she said. “Murphy drives himself to two places, the only day of the week that he drives—illegally, might I add—and that’s tomorrow. If I don’t have it there tomorrow morning by six when he’s ready to go, I’ll never hear the end of it. I’m getting it back to him. Tonight.”
My dick was not happy with that answer.
“He can’t put it off for just tomorrow?” I asked, sounding like a whine was building up in me. “That’s an extra hour that we’ll have to be driving tonight.”
Crockett smiled. “It’s fifteen minutes out of our way,” she corrected me. “I’ll drop it off, then hop onto your bike.” She paused. “You just have to deal with me doing it in your t-shirt, because I found vomit on my dress.”
“You can’t drive in a t-shirt only,” I found myself saying.
She scoffed. “I can and I will.”
“What if you get pulled over?” I asked. “What if they pull you over and then ask you to step out of the car? You’ll be on the side of a road in nothing but my t-shirt.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’d be wearing more than when I run down the damn road in running shorts and a tight tank top. And I won’t get pulled over. I go the speed limit. I don’t drive erratically. And, just sayin’, but I’ve never had a ticket before in my life.” She shot me a look. “Now, why don’t you really want to go now?” She looked down at my crotch where my dick still hadn’t gone down. If anything, it’d gone up. “Or did you forget how to control yourself?”
I groaned and reached for the phone and keys I’d left on the counter before shoving them into my pocket. She did have a point.
“Let’s go,” I grumbled.
She walked to the door, but I caught her before she could actually get out of it, wrapping my arm around her upper chest so that her unbound breasts were resting on my arm.
“Are you wearing panties?” I wondered.
She licked her lips. “Yes, my boy shorts.”
I closed my eyes and inhaled her scent, wishing beyond reason that we were going straight the fuck home. I wanted—no, needed—her in my bed. Now that the dam had burst, all of the things I’d been dreaming about were going to happen. One of which was waking up in the morning to her sprawled out in my bed, hair everywhere, legs splayed, with my cum dripping out of her.
“When we get home, I want you to leave this t-shirt on while I fuck you.”
With that parting comment, I let her go. When she took too long to get going, I smacked her on the ass to get her moving, causing her to startle.
“Hey!” She jumped, turning around to glare at me.
I grinned and then urged her forward. “Let’s go. I have things I want to do with you.”
She looked at me over her shoulder as she pushed out of the door. “Don’t you mean do to me?”
After waving goodbye to the few stragglers that were still hanging out by the pool, the two of us headed home in Murphy’s car.
We made it to Kilgore where my bike was the only vehicle in the parking lot, and I bailed out, watching distractedly as she climbed over the middle console instead of getting out to walk around. After making arrangements with Crockett’s brother to get my bike home, it hadn’t worked out when I’d forgotten to give him my keys.
