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Her smooth skin chilled beneath my touch as I slid my finger down the front of her panties, only the soft cotton between our skins. “Oh God,” she whispered. “India was right.”
I halted my hand and glanced up at her. “What?”
“She said you would know what to do, and to let you lead.”
Smiling, I kissed my way down her belly to the top of her underwear, sliding my finger over her slit. “You talked to her about this?”
Josie moved her hips. “Yeah, she said I needed new underwear that didn’t say the days of the week.”
I hid my laughter, eyeingWednesdaywritten around the top of the hem. It didn’t surprise me, but what did was that they turned me on just as much as the lacey ones she texted me. “I like these just as much,” I chuckled.
“You’re laughing at me,” she said, sitting up on her elbows. “She already laughed at me for never having touched myself—,”
I glared up at her. “You’ve never touched yourself, Josie?”
She bit her bottom lip. “I didn’t mean to say that.”
I crawled over her, staring at the worried look on her face. “You’ve never touched yourself here?” I asked, sliding my finger down her slick mound to her heat. Her eyebrows furrowed and her soft pink mouth opened slightly.
“No,” she whispered.
I carefully nodded, grabbed her hand, and I slid it down to her slit. “Touch yourself, Josie.” She looked at me to see if I was serious and did as I asked. A soft sigh slipped from her mouth and she circled her finger over her clit before entering herself.
I felt out of control watching her touch herself. I imagined her thinking about me as she did it, lying back and spreading her legs for me to see. I’d much rather her touch herself first, she deserved that, to be the first person to touch her own body.
That didn’t mean I wouldn’t show her what I could do on a different day, but today, Josie Lee needed to learn to love herself. She moaned loudly, twirling her hips in small circles as she continued her task.
My dick pressed tightly against my jeans that I thought it might bust through. Hearing her moan, and hearing her get off was driving me crazy. I leaned forward to capture her mouth with mine.
She bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. I clutched the covers underneath us to keep myself from finishing the job for her. I could hear the hitches in her breath and her focus as I screwed her mouth with my tongue.
“Maverick,” she said. “Help me.”
I slid my hand on top of hers, preparing to enter my digit along with hers when I heard it. The siren.
Our mouths popped as I pulled back and glanced over at the cop car driving slowly toward my truck. “Put your clothes on,” I whispered.
Josie scurried to get dressed as an officer exited his car and flashed his flashlight at us. I felt my blood rise with anger and nerves as he neared. “You two decent?” he asked in a slow southern drawl.
I couldn’t get a good look at him, but he seemed to be smiling.What the hell is so funny?“We’re fine,” I snapped.
He chuckled. “I received a call about a disturbance in Cutter Field. Looks like you two are having a great time.”
Josie covered her face in her palms. “It’s okay, Josie,” I whispered. “Come on.” I helped her down from the tailgate and held her hand in mine. “Yeah, it looks like we’re disturbing the public, huh?”
He stopped, tugging on the belt that held his holstered gun. “Yeah, well, this isn’t a public spot. How old are you two?”
Josie cowered in beside me, so I interlaced our fingers. “We’re both eighteen. I’ve got my license if you need to see it.”
He gave me a once over. “Have you been drinking?”
What?“No,” I barked. “I just got off work and we came out here to get some privacy.”
The cop’s headlights gave me enough light to see him once he swayed into the beams. “You look familiar,” he said. “What’s your name?”
I glanced at his uniform for the first time and realized he was a Zachary cop, and not from Baton Rouge. Josie tensed beside me. My mother didn’t leave our family with a good reputation. “Maverick Booker.”
“I thought so,” he said. “Thefootball king, huh? Well, too bad I know where you grew up. You mind emptying your pockets for me, son?”
