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“But—”
“Put the phone away.”
Van slowly slid his phone into his pocket and placed his hands on his thighs. I took his left hand and placed it over my denim-covered cock.
I was hard and aching, and fuck, his big, warm hand felt amazing, cupping my dick. Van inhaled sharply and gently squeezed. I glanced at his face and noticed the flush on his cheeks and the blown pupils.
“You feel that?” I asked as I leaned over. “I’ve been like that for three fucking days. All because of you. You’re the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I want before I sleep. Don’t talk down about yourself or what’s building between us. Or compare what we have to my past. Just don’t. Or I’m gonna handcuff you to my bed and throw the key in the ocean.”
Van threw his head back and laughed. Fuck, seeing him smile like that gave me that fluttery feeling inside. His happiness was mine.
“Kinky,” he quipped as he rubbed my dick. “I like it.”
“I’m not joking.”
“Okay.”
“I mean it. Stop reading tabloid trash and get that insane comment that you’re not exciting enough out of your head.”
Van stared at me and nodded. “All right. I get it.”
“Good,” I bit out, even though I knew that probably wasn’t the end of it.
“Fine,” Van growled, and our gazes locked.
One moment, we were in a heated staredown, and the next, I was lying flat on my back, Van all over me.
He fucking devoured me, his tongue sucking on mine.
I kissed him back with the same ferocity, desperate for his taste. And God, the weight of him had me squirming to get closer.
I’m pretty sure I moaned out loud.
Then I remembered we were in a moving vehicle with Dawson.
Van and I were doing a shit job of keeping this relationship under wraps. But I was too far gone to care.
Nothing that felt this good could be wrong.
So, instead of pushing Van away, I licked a path over his jaw and down his neck. I gently bit and sucked on his tender skin, and his loud groan echoed in the confines of the car.
“Um, guys—” Dawson interrupted.
“Câlisse,” Van swore and pulled away. “Shit. Fuck.”
“I think you missed one,” I teased as Van sat up and pulled me with him.
“You didn’t see that,” Van warned Dawson.
“I didn’t hear it either,” Dawson replied with a chuckle. “And I’ve worked for you guys long enough to willfully ignore the shenanigans. The main reason I wanted to interrupt you is because we’re pulling into the property. It looks like your dad’s waiting by the gate.”
I glanced out the window, and sure enough, there he was.
Standing in jeans, rain boots, and a hunter-green jacket, my dad was fiddling with the security keypad. I’d texted him yesterday, and he’d insisted on being there to welcome us.
I took after Mom with dark hair, hazel eyes, a lean body, and a sharp mouth.
Dad, on the other hand, had a thick head of white hair (thanks in no small part to yours truly), a rare smile, and pale green eyes. He was taller than me and bigger, too. But despite my dad’s stature and tendency for gruffness, he was the kindest man you’d ever meet. Entirely devoted to my mom and our family.
