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Afterward, we went for a drive in the country, Jude at the wheel again, Jesse with me in the back.
It was another gorgeous late-summer day, a little too hot, which always made me feel like sex was in the air. I had no idea how people in this part of the world didn’t just have sex all the time. You could barely wear any clothes, for one thing. I couldn’t even stand any body hair and had taken to shaving it all off, which pretty much made me feel naked all the time no matter what I was wearing. Currently, I was wearing the lightest, tiniest sundress I could stand on my skin and the skimpiest panties I owned, and Jesse kept trying to slip his fingers inside them.
“Fucking love you bare,” he breathed in my ear as I did my best to squirm away from him on the tiny backseat of whatever sports car we were in.
Jude was ignoring us anyway. He had the tunes cranked, loud. With Jude, it was always really heavy stuff, the kind of stuff I’d spent my teens listening to because my brother-in-law was super into it; the really good kind of heavy that always sounded best cranked in a car going high-speed down some random back road. Apparently, even better if it was some random back road in Texas.
Jude was driving way too fucking fast and my heart was racing, adrenalin surging through my veins. I still hadn’t quite gotten used to Jesse’s taste for high-powered cars or Jude’s balls-out style of driving, but that didn’t mean it all didn’t turn me on, especially when Jesse was sitting next to me stroking me through my panties. By the timeCowboys from Hellkicked in, I gave in and let him have his way.
He got his whole hand inside my panties, his middle finger thrust up inside me, stroking me as his thumb slowly massaged my clit. I spread my thighs to accommodate his fist and melted into the feeling. There was just too much testosterone to resist. It was supercharging the air around me, crackling off the windshield, sweating up the leather seats, vibrating through my body with the heavy, driving grind of the song and the growling, feral vocals, and I was getting there, fast.
I was doing all I could not to cry out from the intensity of what Jesse was doing to me. Sweat rolled down my chest. I bit my lip and held onto his arm like somehow I could keep control of it.
I couldn’t.
I kept shaking my head at him, willing him to stop before I went over, but he just leaned in and sucked on my earlobe.
“Come, Katie.”
I heard his command, his hot breath in my ear, even over the music.
I locked on his eyes and the intensity there made me writhe against his hand. I struggled to focus on his mouth, but he licked his lip and it undid me.
I relaxed against the seat, willing my body to go limp as his hand worked. The orgasm shook me apart but I just tried not to move as my eyes rolled closed.
The song thumped in time with my heart.
Jesse licked my neck and withdrew his hand, straightening my panties. He lay his hand on my thigh. When I opened my eyes I could see my wetness on his fingers. I looked at him and he looked at me.
And for a moment, as my heartbeat throbbed through me and the high of sexual release left me dizzy, I thought I might ask him. Like actuallyaskhim.
What the fuck is going on here. Really.
But I didn’t.
Instead I bit my tongue. Literally. Because better to suffer in confused silence for the rest of my life than hear those words I so dreaded from his gorgeous lips.
I just don’t feel that way about you, babe.
The corner of his mouth curled in that sexy hint of a smile. “Yeah?” he asked, when I just stared at him, breathless and pleasure-buzzed.
“Yeah,” I whispered.
Then he leaned in and kissed me, slow and deep, as we tore down the road and I tried to pretend that nothing else mattered in the world.
CHAPTER 29
KATIE
When we got back to our hotel that night I still felt dizzy, high on fresh air and Jesse Mayes.
I also felt confused.
Because did we just go on a date?
Sure, our time at the park might be considered the usual deal, the two of us engaging in PDA’s for an audience.
But I was pretty damn sure, other than Jude and a few birds, we had no witnesses under that bridge.
