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Sabin claps his hands together. “All right, little siblings. We have to run if we’re going to make the show. And Chris and Blythe need to get to the hotel so that they can get back to f*cking each other to all hell.”

“Oh Jesus, Sabin!” Chris tosses up his hands.

“What in the world is going on?” Eric says. He and Estelle have finally looked up from his phone.

I can’t even look at Estelle because she’s got the most satisfied grin on her face. “Well, f*ckin’ finally, am I right?”

This is humiliating.

Sabin wraps his arms around my head, covering my face so that I can’t even see and fakes a soft sob. “My innocent little friend has been violated! Sullied!” He tickles me, and I nearly crash into Eric laughing.

When we all say good night, Eric lets our hug linger for a moment. I realize that he had very little visible reaction to Sabin’s outburst, and I wonder if he disapproves. I brush it off for now.

After we say good-bye to the three in the parking lot, Chris and I climb back in his truck. After just a few minutes of watching him drive, I can’t take it anymore. Just looking at his hands on the steering wheel is turning me on. God, I love his hands. The way he moves, the way his fingers find every spot on my body that gets me hot, the way he intuitively knows when to be gentle and slow … and when to push harder against me, to be strong and firm. Those hands do incredible things to me, and they’ve made me greedy.

I run my fingers through his dark hair and scratch my nails down the back of his neck. I can’t go another second without Chris touching me. I lift up slightly, hike up my dress, and slip my nylons down. I put one foot up on the dashboard. I lean back and open my legs before I take his hand in mine. I push my underwear to the side and set his hand on me.

“Put your fingers inside me,” I say. “Please.” I can barely talk.

“Like this?” he asks teasingly.

Very slowly, he eases one finger in. I close my eyes and put my hands up to my head. I can feel how ridiculously wet I am already, and he’s not even moving his hand. He’s just holding his finger inside me.

“Christopher, please,” I beg.

“Oh, you mean like this?” He briefly takes away his hand and then pushes hard against me, shoving two fingers deep inside. I moan, and he starts moving in and out, slowly and firmly. I have no idea how he can do this and drive, but he doesn’t take his eyes off the road.

“Is that what you wanted?” he asks.

I nod.

“And what about this?” I feel his fingers pull out and run over me a few times before he settles on my clit. “Did you want this, too?”

I moan as he starts to brush a finger over me. He presses a little harder, and I start gasping. The truck stops, but he leaves it running. Thank God we’re back at the hotel in the dark underground parking lot. Chris leans over to kiss me and switch hands, this time yanking my underwear down hard before rubbing me again. His tongue is in my mouth, and I think about how incredible it will feel later when he goes down on me.

I can’t believe that I’m going to come already, but his fingers are on just the right place.

However, I still plan on giving him crap for earlier.

I pull my lips away. “I’m still pissed at you,” I whisper.

He smiles at me and pushes his fingers back inside me. “I can tell.”

I whimper and start breathing harder, and my hands are gripping the back of the seat. He’s moving steadily inside and against me, and I come hard. If it didn’t feel so f*cking good, I might be embarrassed at how loud I am. As it is, I couldn’t care less. My whole body shudders under his touch.

“I’m going to take you up to my room now and continue apologizing for not f*cking you before dinner.”

“Yeah?”

“You good with that idea?” he murmurs while he kisses my neck.

“Mmmhmmm. And you can also apologize for baiting Sabin the way you did.”

His tongue is slick on my skin and the throbbing between my legs is relentless. “I did nothing of the sort.”

Now I can’t help laughing. “Yes, you did. You were like a dog pissing on a tree, marking your territory.”

“You don’t look anything like a tree.”

“I’m flattered. But that was not nice what you did. And it was unnecessary.” I push him up so that he’ll pay attention for a second. “Sabin is my friend; that’s it.”

He smiles. “I know that. I was being an ass. So now I really have some more apologizing to do, huh?”

Somehow we make it up to his hotel room. I hear him throw his wallet from his pocket into the room, and then he’s behind me, grinding against me. Listening to me get off has made him completely hard. His breath is hot on my neck while his hands unzip my dress and then find the hem, lifting it up over my head. I can feel how much he wants me now. I kick off my boots and he takes hold of the top of my nylons and underwear and kneels as he pulls them down. I feel him lick the curve under my ass as he helps me out of my clothes, and then he reaches up to unhook my bra.





CHAPTER TWENTY


Reflection


Our five days at the hotel pass insanely quickly, and before I feel ready, it’s our last night together. The next day we’ll be returning to campus. This will be over. I know that we’re not done and that there will be more to us, but for the moment, this time at the hotel with him is all I am ready to handle. Even so, I’m a bit shaken by how much I am dreading separating from him, even in just the physical capacity. Our friendship is solid and unwavering, I am sure, but I’m still edgy at the thought of this ending.