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His final remark earned him some side-eye. “Uh-huh. Okay, Mister Buckets of Cum. Just keep it in your pants while we’re in the mall.”
On their right, that very complex, an enormous span of concrete, tinted windows, and sliding doors appeared. Avril clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth as she led them into its equally enormous parking lot.
“A lot more people here than I figured there’d be,” Liam said, eyeing the hundreds of vehicles already crowding it.
“The plows put in overdrive to clear the snow. Not even a blizzard’s allowed to keep us late-shoppers from splurging on the final two days before Christmas.”
She was quite right about the effort the snowplows must have put in. As they searched for the best spot to park, they passed six-foot tall battlements of snow all around them, shoved just far enough out of the way that the mall could resume what was the third most lucrative day of business nationwide.
“So, it sounds like I underestimated Tess a little bit,” Avril said, scanning for a good spot to park.
His eyebrows knit together. “How do you mean?”
She glanced at him. “I was over here assuming she’d want to take it nice and slow, dip her toes into the water, you know, see if it’s nice and warm before she wades in. Instead, it turns out she’s fed up with sitting on her towel and wants to get fucking wet.”
While guiding them toward the front parking spots of their current column, her eyes lit up as a middle-aged couple rushed out of the mall and through the parking lot toward their vehicle. Coming to a halt, she waited patiently for them to heave their newly purchased gifts and themselves into their car and grant her their spot. Avril spun her attention back to him while she waited.
“Want to bet if you’ll have fucked her or not before you head back to college?” Avril continued. “Far as I can tell, the brakes she pumped on you last night are barely even a speedbump. No woman who likes giving headthatmuch is going to ice you for all that long. She clearly wants as much steamy romance as you can give her, and apparently, you’re just a regular old fire hydrant over here. You don’t even have to escalate things all that much going forward; I bet she’ll do it for you.”
Liam absorbed Avril’s words thoughtfully. Immediately, they were a soothing balm to any surviving concerns he might have had, though he was riding on such a high that he couldn’t currently locate any. Still, there was one element in Avril’s pronouncement that he wanted to avoid.
“I don’t want to let that happen,” he announced. “I don’t intend to settle in and rest on my laurels. I’m not looking to be a spectator.”
Definitely not. Even if he did still stumble from time to time, even if anxiety, trepidation, and panic still stung him far too often, he wanted to keep forging ahead. He wanted to keep changing. For himself, yes, but for Tess, too. Her passionless, loveless relationship was in the past. He wanted her present and future to have nothing in common with those miserable years behind her.
After a couple more minutes, time that the couple they were waiting on spent warming their car up, they finally pulled out. A few moments later, Avril guided her car into the newly available slot. Once she nestled them into it and put her car into park, a gaze rife with unconcealed interest regarded him.
“Big words for someone who so easily turns as red as a tomato,” she said, though there wasn’t any bite in her prodding. “But… I bet Tess would want to go down on you right then and there if you said something like that to her. Want to know how I know?”
After shifting her car into park, her hand slid to his wrist. From there, it collected his hand and carried it over to her right breast.
Determined to keep his cool, or to at least foil her blatant attempt to prove her words prophetic, he didn’t react. It was a herculean feat, especially as the seductive redhead moved his hand around until he was palming her deliciously large breast over her jacket.
Watching him intently, Avril used her other hand to play with the zipper only an inch away from his pinky. As it danced ever nearer to dropping as far as it could but never fully did, he stilled his gaze before it broke from hers and feasted on her marvelous body.
“Because I’d go down on you for saying something like that, and she and I have a few more things in common than I’d initially believed,” she said without waiting for his reply. She smirked. “But I bet I give better head than she does.”
Liam stiffened quickly, but Avril hadn’t yet looked down to see the consequences of her licentious proclamation. If he’d worried if his libido would be reduced after everything he’d experienced yesterday, he no longer needed to. Instead, he had other worries—though calling them worries was perhaps a bridge too far.
“I don’t think that’s possible,” he said, stymieing a shiver as Avril placed her hand over his and pressed his palm deeper into her heavy breast. He could just feel the beginnings of a protrusion at the center of it. Memories of it in his mouth as she’d “taught” him some lessons about satisfying a woman crowded his mind.
“How would you know?” the college senior said. “I haven’t sucked you off before. You don’t have anything with which to make a comparison.”
“Same to you,” he retorted. “You haven’t seen what Tess can do, either.”
“Notyet,I haven’t,” Avril said, in such a way that it was impossible to tell if she was joking or not. “Maybe that’s what I want for Christmas from my sex-starved professor. MaybeI’mgoing to steal her away fromyou.Yeah, why not? Why should I keep teaching you how to satisfy a woman when I already know how? I could just cut you out, no more middleman.”
“No more man at all if you did that,” Liam pointed out.
“And what a shame that would be.”
As had been the case since he’d first laid eyes on Avril Knight, the overt flirtatiousness she exuded was practically infectious. He’d stumbled into saunas with less palpable heat than he felt while sitting close to the college senior.
“It would be,” he said, giving her breast a gentle but firm squeeze. “Tess really liked swallowing.”
“I’m sure we could find something better tasting to slake her thirst,” Avril riposted. “Maybe I’ll get her a milkshake machine, and she can just shove her head under it and gulp down creamy liquid to her heart’s content.”
“She likes whipped cream a lot, too.”
