Page 4 of Mistakes Were Made

“Touch yourself,” she said.

Cassie gasped again. It felt like she was on fire. Her jeans were cramped when she did as she was told and shoved a hand into them alongside Erin’s. It was bone-meltingly good. She rubbed circles over her clit, not bothering to start slow when Erin already had her this worked up.

Whenever Erin hit just right, Cassie’s gasps turned to whimpers. Erin wasn’t just watching, she wasobservant,so it wasn’t long until Cassie whimpered at every thrust. She kept losing rhythm on her clit, too distracted by the gravitational pull in her core, the buildup before a supernova. It was only a matter of time before she exploded. On the brink, Cassie stopped rubbing and pressed hard, her whole body clenching until she broke, shuddering around Erin’s fingers.

Erin kissed Cassie’s temple as she recovered, and Cassie bit the inside of her cheek to tamp down the goofy smile threatening to take over her face. She was always silly and pliable after sex. Erin climbed off her, but it took Cassie a few breaths to remember tomove. When they were seated upright, she leaned over for a kiss. Then put her bra back on and stole another.

Erin smiled. “That was nice.”

“Definitely,” Cassie said, pulling her shirt over her head. “Next time I gotta get at your tits, though.”

Shit.

Next time.She should never be allowed to talk this soon after orgasm.

Erin wasn’t fazed, thankfully. “No next time, I’m afraid,” she said. “I’m only in Virginia for the weekend visiting my daughter at school.”

Cassie froze. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Erin gave her this confused brow furrow and head tilt and wow, Cassie really didn’t need to be wanting to kiss her again.

“Where’s your kid go?” There were other schools nearby; maybe Cassie was nervous for nothing.

“Keckley College,” Erin said.

Cassie stared at her for a moment. “Yeah,” she said eventually. “Me too.”

Erin slammed her eyes closed and huffed out a breath. Cassie stayed silent, let her work through this one on her own. Erin pinched the bridge of her nose. “Tell me you’re a grad student at least.”

“You want me to lie, or…?”

Erin opened her eyes to level her with a look.

“Senior.”

Erin groaned. “Christ. You’re barely older than my daughter.”

Keckley wasn’t a big school, and Cassie absolutely wanted to know who Erin’s kid was. But curiosity killed the cat, so she wouldn’t ask. She’d already said one dumb postorgasmic thing, anyway.

“So, uh,” she tried to head off any potential awkward silence, “good news, then. You know where my school is and could give me a ride home?”

Erin just looked at her. Awkward silence not avoided.

“I mean, you’re not going to make me take a Lyft looking freshly fucked, are you?”

Erin scoffed. “You do not look ‘freshly fucked.’”

“Um, I’m pretty sure I’mglowingright now,” Cassie said. “Sure as shit feels like it anyway.”

The compliment worked like a charm—Erin blushed and ran a hand through her hair, just like she’d done in the bar.

“Fine,” she said. “I’ll drive you.”

They moved to the front seats with as much dignity as they could maintain. Erin put the car in drive and Cassie turned up the radio. If she had to pick between silence, awkward small talk, and music, she was definitely picking music.

Besides, Erin’s phone was playing Beyoncé over the Bluetooth, and you never say no to Queen Bey.

“You ain’t married to no average bitch, boy,” Cassie sang along without thinking.

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