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I’m not usually one for sex in cars. They’re cramped and uncomfortable, but an exception will eventually be made for Lark Summerlin. I’m an asshole for thinking about her body, but she’s very distracting, and currently oblivious to how sexy she is.
Our hands bond together in the space between us. She says, “I know you will. I really do, but for me, it cuts deep that you’d walk out during an argument. You’re asking me to stand by while you process your emotions. It doesn’t work like in an argument. I need to know you’re going to stay, that you’ll fight through whatever’s upset us, and that you’ll fight for us in the end.” She turns to look at me, seeking an answer by the questions in her eyes.
The heat of her hand against my skin has me pulling her in closer, and the vulnerability in her eyes makes me want to be a better man. “We’re new at this, not just being together but being in a relationship. Relationships take time and effort. I’ll give you both.”
Although she’s silent, her expression remains thoughtful. I feel like I’m holding my breath. Not that I think she’ll break up with me, but more her believing in me enough to give us a real chance, a third chance to get this right.
She sits up and faces me. “For all the times we lay here and talk, which I love to do with you, I’ve come to learn that you’re not a wordy man. You hit straight to the heart of the matter, so I’m going to as well. I’ll give you room to process if I can rely on you to stay.”
I don’t think I’ve ever been held accountable for anything before. So I give her a lot of respect for doing it now. She knows what she wants and won’t settle for less. I don’t want to be the “less” in her life either. I want to be more than she could ever dream of. “I can’t argue with that.”
Her smile blooms for me like a night flower that opens for the moon. “Good because I don’t want to argue with you anymore.” Leaning over, she kisses my cheek, her hand leveraging my leg to get her closer. With our mouths pressed together, she whispers, “Unless it’s under the covers.”
I close my eyes to kiss her, but she’s off the bed and standing before me with her hands on her hips. “I think we need ground rules, Mr. Westcott.”And my dick is hard again.
Gulping obnoxiously, I then say, “Rules? I never did well with rules. I’m more of a rebel type.”
“You wear button-ups and drive a Maserati, babe. So let’s correct that statement to you were a rulebreaker. Now, you’re my boyfriend.” She has a point. I’m not so rogue these days. Standing in front of me, she toys with the hem of her T-shirt. .. or what I call, teasing. “And as my boyfriend, I promise you two things.”
I lean back with a cocked eyebrow. “Go on.”
“Loyalty. It’s one of the traits that I value most in myself and in others.”
That’s an easy one.“I’m ride or die, baby.”
Running her hand up her hip, the fabric is dragged with it, giving me a peek at her sweet little pussy. She’s determined to torment me. I run the tip of my tongue over my bottom lip as a little reminder of what she’s missing.
Losing some of what I call the upper hand, my peekaboo view is covered, and she crosses her ankles. I’m getting to her, wearing her down, and ready to blissfully deplete her of all releases. “And the second promise?” I ask, feeling quite cocky about now.
“Honesty.”That stings a bit.She adds, “You’ve mentioned being someone else for your family. I don’t want someone else. I want you—the good and the bad, the dark and the light. The truth. Promise me you’ll be honest with me, Harbor.”
I stopped tracking the lies I was living years ago, but there’s something I can say without a doubt. “I’ve always been honest with you; I promise never to lie.”
This time, I’m rewarded when she straddles my lap and pushes me back. Leaning down, she says, “I won’t lie to you, not ever.” I’m quick to wrap my arms around her and hold her there. It’s not a frenzy to get off or anything like that.
It’s a slow seduction of our mouths coming together and then our bodies. Her thighs are tight around my middle as she seeks relief I’m more than happy to give her. Maneuvering my hand between us, I reach lower until the tips of my fingers find her clit. Like a shock of electricity running through her, her head falls back as I rub circles to get her off.
Her body dances against my hand, erotic, craving, her chest pushing against mine as I hold on to her hips with my other hand and listen to soft moans in my ear. “Talk to me, babe,” she whispers.
Pumping in and out of her with two fingers, I slide my free hand around to her backside, dip under the shirt, and take a firm hold of that great ass of hers, squeezing. Hard. I whisper in her ear, “I want you to take off my jeans.”
She stops like a good girl and moves to the side to give me access to pop the button and drag my zipper down. I shift to get them to my ankles.
Lark moves to the floor to take my shoes off before helping me remove my jeans altogether. When she starts on the waistband of my underwear, I stop her by the wrist. “What are you doing?”
“We don’t have to have sex, but I want to feel you.”
And she just graduated to vixen.
In all fairness, I want the same. I want to feel all of her, but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to handle her riding me bare and not push in. I’ve never had the challenge before. “I want that with you.”
She takes my boxer briefs off and then slowly settles back onto my lap. Her arms hang loose over my shoulders, and her gaze is soft when she starts to move on top of me again. Running my hands over the curve of her waist and lower, I move my hand back to the apex of her thighs. Though she has a steady rhythm going, she pauses to spread her legs wide enough for my hand.
I could tease her and only fuck her with a finger, but I’d rather see her come undone. I push two fingers inside her, anchoring my hand next to my dick. Each rub of her pussy against my erection is another strike of a match. With every thrust and push-pull of her body, a fire is lit deep in my belly
When her head falls back and her mouth falls open, her body starts bouncing on top of me, chasing her release, and then mine hits. The stars burst behind my closed eyelids as she continues to roll of her hips, insisting on every ounce of my pleasure releasing. She cries out my name just as she drops her head onto my shoulder and comes on my hand.
Her body rocks from the inside out and when she finally takes a breath, her head resting on my shoulder, she says, “I could get used to this.”
