Drive Me Wild. P.J. Mellor
shaking hands, Penny reached between his legs to free him, her cool hand closing around his heat.
“Make love to me,” she demanded in a breathless whisper. “Right here, right now. I need you inside me.”
Before he could respond, she shimmied out of her panties, sticking them in the pocket of his jeans before settling onto his lap, her back to his chest, his sex nestled against her warmth.
All it took was a few slight adjustments. He lifted her and flexed his hips, impaling her.
She glanced around, a secret smile on her well-kissed lips, then smoothed her skirt around them, hiding their joined bodies from prying eyes.
“We’re going to get caught, you know,” he whispered against her ear, while beneath her top he tweaked her nipples.
“Not if we take it—ah!” She arched her back, shoving her hardened nipples into his palms, pulling him deeper into her wet heat. “Not if we take it slow and easy, and don’t get too carried away. No one is here and even if someone comes in, they won’t see us, won’t know what we’re doing.”
“Slow—and—easy?” He thrust with each word. “After the way we did it the last time, do you really think that’s possible?”
Eyes closed, she licked her lips and nodded. Buried deep within her, his dick twitched at the sight.
He rotated his hips in slow, lazy circles, pushing higher with each grinding motion. “As I recall,” he said on a breath against her ear, “you were a screamer.” He squeezed her nipples and ground his hips, his penis probing. “What if I make you scream again?”
“Then we’d both be caught with our pants down.” She wiggled for a closer, deeper penetration. “I don’t think you’d want to be, um, exposed like that. Would you?”
He growled. “Hell, if you keep doing that, I don’t care if the whole world sees us fucking.”
At his graphic words, her sex gave up more lubrication, making it slippery, and difficult to keep her seated on his lap for the entire act.
“Easy, baby,” he breathed against her ear. “If you keep that up, I’ll have to lay you down on this bench and have my way with you. I wouldn’t care who saw us.” He chuckled at her obvious excitement at the suggestion, pounding into her with hard, pulsing thrusts. “I wouldn’t mind, but we might shock the dolphins.”
Penny opened languorous eyes and followed his line of vision. At the observation window, a gray bottlenose dolphin bumped the glass, its fishy face grinning at them. Before she could decide if she was embarrassed, the dolphin swam away.
The edges of Braedon’s zipper gently nipped and abraded her backside, but his fullness buried snugly inside her made the little discomfort worth it. His warmth drove away the damp coldness she’d felt when they’d first entered the cave. Just as she thought she could stay like that forever, her climax washed through her, stiffening her back. Braedon’s fingers squeezed her nipples, heightening her inner contractions, making her so slippery with her climax, it was difficult to stay on his shaft.
“Stay with me, baby, don’t move,” he said in a guttural voice against her neck. Powerful arms tightened around her, clamping her down hard against his hips while he pumped into her with quick, hard thrusts. Once, twice, three times, then he squeezed her so tightly, she could barely breathe as he emptied himself, spurting hot cum inside her.
Tears burned her eyes. Braedon loved her. She knew he did. Why wouldn’t he say the words?
8
P enny opened her eyes and gasped.
A little girl walked toward them, her thumb in her mouth, a rag doll hanging from the crook of her scrawny little arm. Not blinking, she raised her other hand and scratched the bridge of her freckled nose.
Penny casually let her hand drop to her side and nudged Braedon. She knew the moment he saw the girl by the way his posture stiffened beneath her.
“Hi,” he said, his voice still sounding a bit husky. “Are you having fun watching the dolphins?”
The little girl nodded, her brown pigtails bobbing with the action. Still staring, she shifted from one pink sneaker clad foot to the other.
“Are you here with your school?” He slowly slid his hands from beneath Penny’s top then slipped his arms around her, anchoring her to his lap.
The girl removed her thumb long enough to answer, “Nope,” then popped it back in.
Penny decided to try. “Are you with your mommy and daddy?”
The girl nodded.
Encouraged, Penny continued, “Well, you should probably go find them. I’m sure they’re very worried about you.”
The little girl nodded, her gaze riveted to something by their feet.
Penny’s face flamed when she followed the girl’s line of vision and saw the thong panties she’d tucked into Braedon’s pocket earlier.
With a saucy grin around her thumb, the little girl turned and skipped from the cave.
Penny collapsed against Braedon’s chest. “I’m so embarrassed! Do you think she’ll say anything to her parents?”
His chuckled vibrated her back. “Nah, she seemed like a pretty smart kid. She won’t want to let on to her parents that she’d wandered away, much less that she was around strangers.” He eased her from his lap. “But we should probably get out of here, just in case. Are you hungry? I saw a little restaurant by the duck pond.”
She moved back into the shadows to pull on her panties, all the while casting furtive glances at the entrance of the cave.
“Ah, Penny?”
She paused in the act of stepping into her thong and glanced up. “What?”
Instead of answering, he gestured, looking down. The front of his jeans was definitely a shade darker than the rest. “I don’t know if that’s from you or me, but we definitely have a problem.”
“Won’t it dry in the sun?” She looked around the trash can, hoping to find some papers or something to help dry his pants.
“Eventually, but I can’t go out like this.”
“Here.” She shoved her satchel toward him. “Carry this in front of you and then while we’re eating lunch, the sun can dry you.”
He hopped back. “I’m not carrying a purse!”
“Don’t be so picky! And it’s not a purse, it’s a carryall. Men carry them, too.”
“Not with flowers on them.”
He had a point.
“Well, what choice do we have? Do you have a better idea?” She bit back a smile watching him fan his hands in front of the damp spot. “How about if you take off your shirt and tie it around your waist?”
It wouldn’t tie around his waist, but didn’t look too weird hanging in front of his pants, and over the offending spot like a plaid loin cloth.
Of course, the sight of his broad chest, clad in only his muscle shirt, brought on another whole set of problems for Penny. How was she going to eat her lunch without doing the other things that were popping into her mind? Things like ripping the thin barrier from him and licking his chest.
“We can just go back home, if you want,” she said as they made their way toward the concession stand.
“No, I’m okay. It’s not totally soaked. The sun should dry it while we eat lunch. Besides, I’m starving.” He leaned close and whispered, “Sex always makes me hungry.”
Funny, she didn’t remember that. Maybe she hadn’t been as in tune with Braedon as she’d assumed.
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