“Bullshit man. I know you better than you think. Is there trouble in paradise already?”
“No. Just something Indi said earlier spooked me, that’s all.” He gives me a look.
“Fucking women,” he says shaking his head. “I knew she was too good to be true. Is she talking about marriage and kids already?”
“What? Fuck no.” I sigh as her words play over in my head. I’m dying here. Fuck I hope she doesn’t believe that. I don’t even want to go there. She’s been so positive, and I’ve been drawing from that. In reality, I know she didn’t mean it that way, but under the circumstances, hearing those words leave her mouth really fucked with my head. “She has a brain tumour,” I confess, meeting his gaze. I haven’t told him about her illness.
“She fucking what?”
“Yeah. It’s pretty fucked up. I’ve only just got her back and now I might lose her again. She gets the final results tomorrow. That’s why I organised tonight. I wanted to give her something to hold on to. Something to help get her through the treatment.”
“Jesus,” he says as he stops walking. “I had no idea. I’m sorry for calling you a pussy man. You should’ve told me.”
“Don’t be. You didn’t know.”
“Is she going to be okay? She’s not going to die is she?” I fucking hope not.
“We won’t know the extent until tomorrow. She had an MRI this morning. We already know she has a small tumour on her brain, but tomorrow we find out if there’s any secondary cancer. If not, her prognosis looks pretty good.”
“Shit. That’s fucked up.” I nod, passing him the chairs to stow in his trunk. It is. Fucked up is an understatement.
“Thanks for helping me tonight,” I say grasping his shoulder. “It meant a lot to both of us.”
“Shit, it’s the least I could do. I’m sorry I gave you grief about it. I wouldn’t have been such a cocksucker if I’d known the reason behind it,” he admits.
“I won’t hold it against you. I’ve known you long enough to know being a cocksucker comes naturally. You can’t help it. It’s just who you are.” I chuckle when he punches me in the arm.
“Let me know how tomorrow goes, okay?” The sincerity on his face makes me smile. He’s a good bloke. I’m lucky to have him as a friend. He’s been like a big brother to me for the past five years.
“I will. Thanks,” I say heading back towards my car. I try to push tomorrow out of my head so I can concentrate on tonight. I need to get Indi’s hot, willing, and sexy-as-fuck body back to the hotel ASAP, so I can lose myself in her. I can’t wait another minute.
Indi smiles at me once I’m seated in the car. She really is a stunner. Fucking gorgeous. I don’t even think she realises how beautiful she is. She still takes my breath away after all this time. I don’t think that will ever change. “You alright?” I ask reaching for her hand.
“I’m perfect. Tonight was perfect,” she replies squeezing my hand. “I don’t want it to end.”
“Who said anything about it ending? It’s only just beginning.” I reach across the centre console and thread my hand through her hair, bringing her face towards me. She comes willingly. Her soft warm mouth presses against mine, and I’m lost again. I’ve never been much into kissing, but with her, I don’t ever want to stop.
When she opens her mouth and deepens the kiss, I reluctantly pull away. The longer we stay here, the longer it’s going to be before I can have her. As I move to start the ignition, she stops me.
“Wait. Don’t go yet,” she says, unbuckling her seatbelt and climbing onto my lap. “I can’t wait another second.” Straddling me, she places her hands between us as she fumbles with my belt buckle. I go to protest, but she places her finger over my mouth and cocks one of her eyebrows. I know she’s daring me to try her. She’s so fucking cute. “I’m taking control now. You’ve made me wait long enough.” I feel my smile grow. The hotel I’ve booked for tonight is only a one-minute drive away, but she doesn’t know that so who am I to argue? I’m not one for giving up control in the bedroom, but I’m interested to see where this goes.
Sure we’re parked under the bridge at night, but we’re in the middle of the city, so there’s plenty of people walking around. To be honest, I never picked her to be this game. I sit there and watch as she gets my belt undone before going to work on my button and zipper. Her brow is furrowed with frustration at the amount of time it’s taking to get my cock free. When she bites her bottom lip between her teeth, I almost give in to the temptation to help her. I want to bite those fucking lips of hers too. I’m surprised at the self-control I’ve shown tonight.
I’ve wanted to be buried balls deep inside her since the moment she opened the door to greet me. Knowing she’s been panty-less all night hasn’t helped matters. But, if she wants to take control I’ll give it up, just this once. After all, tonight is all about her and what she wants.
Being the cocky bastard I am, I place my hands behind my head, letting her do all the work. My dick is straining painfully against my pants, but I really don’t think she has it in her to go all the way. Not here.
I’m wrong. No sooner does she get my cock free, she breathes, “Condom.”
“There’s some in the centre console,” I tell her. I’m glad she thought of it, because I’m so lost in this moment, it didn’t even cross my mind, which is not like me at all. I always wrap it. I’d never take the risk of bringing another bastard into the world. I’d never want my child to go through what I have.
Seeing her ripping the foil wrapper open with her teeth is the sexiest thing ever. She places it over the head of my cock, pinching the top before rolling it down. She’s never done this with me before, so I can only presume she did it with that wanker. That gets my back up for some reason. I have no right to be angry with her. I’ve had plenty of other girls since I left.
It makes me wonder how many others she’s had. It makes me hate myself even more for leaving. When I left I was the only one. I was the one who forced her to have others. I need to push those thoughts out of my head. It’s not going to do me any good longing for something I can’t change. What I can be certain about is there will never be anyone else.
When the condom is in place she hoists up her dress, lining me up with her entrance. In one swift movement, she impales herself on my cock. “Fuck,” I groan as my eyes roll back in my head. I unlace my fingers from behind my head and pull her mouth down on mine. She’s so hot.
“Yes,” she moans as she lifts her hips and slides down my length again, and again. I love this wild side of her. My little vixen. I think I need to get her worked up more often. Her pussy grips me like a vice. Our kiss is wild, all lips and tongue. Smoking hot. I love that we can’t seem to get enough of each other.
I tear at her jacket, tugging it down her arms and discarding it on the seat beside us. I dig my fingers into her hips, lifting her up before pulling her back down. There’s nothing gentle about this. It’s wild and it’s dirty, just the way I like it.
She pulls out of the kiss, pushing the strap of her dress over one shoulder, before pulling my face down towards her now perfect, exposed tit. If she keeps this up, I’m not going to last longer than a minute.
“God, don’t stop,” she moans as she rides my cock with a fiery passion. “I’m … I’m …” I’m sure she’s about to tell me she’s coming when a loud knock on the window stills us.
“Fuck off, Jax,” I growl, because my first thought is it’s him.
“Open the window, please,” a very stern voice says. What the fuck? I don’t move her off my lap. Instead I pull her dress back up to cover her, before reaching for her coat on the passenger seat and wrapping it around her. I’m not finished with her yet. I’m gonna wind down my window and tell whoever is there to fuck the hell off.
Again that impatient prick knocks, making my temper spike. When a torch is shone through the window, I almost lose it.