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“You lost your ride?” I ask, hoping my tone is a little softer.
“We were all piled in some truck to get out here and I think they assumed I was in it when they left.” She chews her lip, trying to work out what happened, and damn if that doesn’t make me want to hug her to me. Instead, I try to offer reassurance.
“It happens. The average car can’t make it this deep into the woods, and it’s hard to keep track of who piles in what car to get here from the parking lot. I’ve got room, come with me.” I put my hand on the small of her back to turn her toward my truck, and she tenses under my palm. I don’t need the reminder that this is the first time we’ve touched in weeks, and even though I’d like nothing more than to leave my hand there and feel the hum of electricity she gives me, I let it fall to my side.
When we get to the truck, both the bed and the cab are piled high with the last stragglers from the party, and my stomach drops as I realize what I have to do to spare her from my immature friends.
“Kind of full tonight.” Bennet grins wickedly. “Sawyer can sit on my lap.”
“I’ve got room too,” Will boasts.
Carter is silent, because he already has Devon sitting on him, and a quick glance at Ryan tells me he’d be volunteering too if he hadn’t promised to drive. At least he has the decency to look guilty about it when I frown at him.
“Hell no,” I grunt to my friends as I jerk open the passenger door.
“I don’t really care where…” Sawyer stops mid-sentence when she catches the stern look on my face. She’s never seen me angry, and I know she doesn’t understand my mood right now, but she has the sense not to argue.
I shoot Ryan a warning glance and get an almost imperceptible nod in return. I relax a little knowing he won’t deliberately torture me, but I’ve driven this road enough to know he can’t work miracles. Resigned to a long ride, I get in the truck and gesture for Sawyer to climb in on top of me. Her eyes widen as she realizes where she has to sit, meeting my gaze briefly before lowering it to my legs. She traps her lips between her teeth and takes a shaky inhale as she climbs in and gingerly lowers herself onto my lap.
A jolt of electricity surges through me as soon as her weight settles on me, a fresh reminder of why I’ve tried so hard not to touch her. It feels too good. Too right. And if I thought the brief contact we’ve had up to this point was electric, well, having her on my lap is intoxicating. Not just because her weight is pleasant, but because I have to put my hand on her thigh to keep her in place. Her smooth, bare thigh, that’s the softest thing I’ve ever felt.
Ryan pulls out of the campsite, taking it slow since it’s pitch black in the middle of the forest, and headlights only do so much. But the truck still vibrates as it rolls over the uneven ground, and dips drastically each time we hit a rut where water has carved its way through the road. Every bump, no matter how small, causes Sawyer’s body to sway, and despite my best efforts to keep her still and ignore the constant friction of her ass pressing against my dick, the contact is making me impossibly hard.
I grasp at anything to take my mind off the way it feels to have her sliding over me. Football. Homework. Jessie. God forgive me that helps, deflating me a little, until I catch a whiff of Sawyer’s cocoa and shea butter body wash, and we hit a hole that grinds her ass against me. The friction shoots a tremor of lust along my cock, and just like that I’m hard again, torn between wanting the ride to end and wanting to hit another bump, so I can enjoy what will likely be the only time I’ll get to feel her gliding over my length like this.
Leaning my head against the headrest I close my eyes, my jaw locked so hard my teeth feel like they might break. I’m hovering on the verge of the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt, but I know it’s wrong so I’m fighting it with everything I have. It's heaven and hell all at once, and I’m helpless to do anything about it. Anything but witness Sawyer’s reaction. And since I apparently like being tortured over this girl, I open my eyes and wait.
Her head is cocked to the side like she’s deep in thought, and somehow, I know she’s trying to convince herself she’s imagining things. That there’s another explanation for what she feels underneath her. Then we hit another bump, and her body sweeps over the impossibly firm ridge between my legs.
I know the exact moment it clicks because she goes rigid, her mouth parting into a little ‘o’ as she gasps. Thank god the dirt road makes for a noisy ride, and her back is facing the inside of the car, so no one else can see the heat creep into her cheeks, or the rapid rise of her chest.
She rolls her hips from side to side, subtly trying shift into a position where she’s not brushing against me. But the space is too small, and she only succeeds in rubbing me harder. I stifle a groan and squeeze her thigh in warning. Her eyes dart to mine, her mouth snapping shut as she reads the message I’m sending her. She stills and focuses her attention on the road before us, her ragged breaths the only evidence that there’s anything amiss.
As if he can sense my discomfort, Will chooses that moment to make conversation.
“So, Sawyer, how’s your year going so far? Has it beenhard?”
She holds her breath and looks to me, those beautiful green eyes pleading for direction. She knows what he’s fishing for, but doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction. I give a slight nod, because ignoring him would only make things worse.
“I’m not sure why you’d think anything was hard.”
For a second, I think her coy response shuts him up, but he recovers and tries to bait her again.
“I just wondered if your classes were rubbing you the wrong way.”
Carter groans softly behind me, lost to his own pleasure, and I hear Devon giggle. Sawyer’s eyes narrow as she realizes why there were so many offers for her to sit on someone’s lap, and what I unsuccessfully tried to spare her from. I see the smart-ass reply forming in her mind, but I know her first instinct is to keep those comments to herself in a crowd, and she’s going to hold it in. Screw that. I want her to let loose. I give her leg another little squeeze, and wink when she meets my eyes. She turns to face Will.
“Rubbing me the wrong way? Honestly Will, you don’t have to speak in code. If you want to know if Wes is as hard as Carter seems to be, just ask. Or maybe you want to sit on his lap and see for yourself?”
“I…who says…I don’t want to know that,” Will stutters amid the laughter echoing through the cab.
“Oh, I thought that’s the game we were playing. My mistake. Then what did you want to know?” she asks sweetly.
I feel her pulse racing under my hand. It’s taking all her energy to act composed while everyone is looking at her, never mind my cock throbbing between us. I give her another quick squeeze and feel some of her stiffness evaporate.
“Uh, just, how’s your year going?”
“Really well, thank you.” She turns back toward me and takes a series of slow, deep breaths. I know she’s trying to calm down after making herself the focus, which she hates, but the net effect is those breaths push her tits dangerously close to my face. I take a shuddering breath of my own and close my eyes, trying to think of anything that might get me to calm down. Football. Homework. Jessie. Yeah, that worked before. Pretend it’s Jessie on my lap. Jessie.
