Stolen Course (Wrecked and Ruined #2)(35)

“Okay, sweetheart. We need to go so I can f*ck all those little jokes out of you. I promise, you’re going to be screaming that this cunt is mine by the end of tonight.”

I quickly twist my fingers inside her. I lick the thumb on my free hand then use it to make fast circles over her clit. She claws at the door above her head as I pump into her. Her muscles begin to clench as her orgasm draws near. With one last twist of my wrist, she explodes around me.

“Caleb!” she shouts, and it echoes off the windows.

“Jesus Christ.” I remove my hand. I would love to enjoy the moment of watching her come down, but even as it stands, there is no way I’ll get her home quick enough.

With the turn of a key, my truck roars to life and I carefully speed out of the parking lot. Emma doesn’t bother to put her pants back on, but she does turn and crawl over, resting her head in my lap. She doesn’t even reach for my zipper, but it all feels so f*cking right. The warmth runs through my chest, and this moment of closeness f*cks even further with my head.

I don’t know the what, when, where, or why about my life, but as I stroke her hair on the way home, I suddenly know the who.

“Thanks for talking to Brett today.” She sits up and curls under my arm as I drive.

“He’s my family too. I treat him like a dick a lot, but I never let it linger long. I swear I’ve apologized to Brett more than any woman in my life,” I joke, and thankfully she laughs along with me. I was worried that this would be yet another sore subject—one I can’t afford to have between us.

“How’d you know where I’d be tonight?” She snuggles in close and finally drops a hand over my zipper. Thank Christ.

“You said you were going out with Jesse. That woman is a creature of habit. I would have been there earlier, but Brett gave me the what for.”

“Mmm, good. After this morning, you deserved hell.” She begins licking her way up my neck.

At the very first stoplight, I grab her head and crash my mouth into hers. Palming her bare ass, I—

Beep

The wussy horn of a Prius sounds behind us, snatching me back down from my Erickson intoxication.

“Home,” I mutter to myself as Emma begins to giggle beside me. “Laugh it up now. You only have about two more minutes before this is mine,” I say, darting a quick finger inside her. She sucks in a breath, but I don’t take my eyes off the road as I bring my hand to my mouth.

Emma loves to challenge me, and I feel like I just won the World Series when she whispers, “Drive faster,” before sucking my earlobe into her mouth.

Pulling into my garage, I click the button on my visor to close the door behind us. As soon as the darkness cloaks the garage, she climbs into my lap. With her round ass pressing against the steering wheel, she attacks my mouth. I immediately rise under her, pushing my hardening cock against her core. The sting of her hand pulling my hair sends a spark directly to my balls.

“What the hell are you doing to me?” she asks, fiercely attacking my neck in the best possible way.

Somehow I know she isn’t talking about this moment. Maybe I’m fraying her wires as well. None of this instant connection with her makes sense, yet somehow, as she physically assaults me in my truck, it strengthens me. Like rain from the sky, a million emotions randomly fall over me. I’m down, done for, lost, and ensnared. There is no going back from Emmy.

“Funny, I could ask the same question.” I move my mouth to her covered breast.

“Condom,” she demands.

“Let’s go inside.”

“I won’t make it that long.” She grinds down against my erection, causing us both to moan.

“Wallet,” I relent, lifting my hips an inch to pull it from my back pocket. As soon as my ass is back on the seat, I reclaim her lips.

We fumble around as I try to push my jeans down and Emma tries to roll the condom over my length, but finally all the stars align. I move my tip to her wet entrance and begin to glide inside.

“Shit!” I exhale as she quickly begins to move over me. This isn’t enough, but then again, with Emma, it never is. I give her a few more strokes before stopping her completely. “Wait, sweetheart. Wait.”

“No,” she answers, continuing her rhythm.

“Damn it, stop.” I force her hips to still. “I’m not f*cking you in my truck like a horny adolescent. Let’s go inside where I can take my time with you.”

“Too late.” She smiles, and it’s magnetic, pulling more than just my body to hers.

What I wouldn’t give to not be wearing this f*cking condom right now. There is something so wrong about having something between us. I hold her down with my dick buried completely inside her. I won’t let her move until she says it.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“You’re mine,” she says, struggling to rise—desperate to find her release. But what she doesn’t understand is that hearing her say those words would be mine.

“Emmy, I’m not f*cking around with you anymore,” I growl. “We make this work. It’s exclusive. No one touches you but me. Stop playing and tell me you get it.”

“I got it.” She gives up her fight and kisses me breathless.

“Tomorrow, I want you to get on the pill. I’m clean, and next time I’m inside you, I want to really feel you.”