“What?” she asked, sinking back into her seat.
“You suggested stroking something and I’m agreeing. Unzip your jeans. ”
“I meant—”
“I’m well aware of what you meant. Now unzip the jeans or the shirt goes next. ” He was pushing, he knew, playing in such a new way for her. Outside the safe confines of his house, would she still be willing to bend to him?
He kept his eyes on the road, allowing her space to make her decision. Seconds later, he was rewarded with the sound of a zipper being pulled down.
“Good job, kitten. Now slip a hand inside your panties and tell me if you’re wet. ”
Again he waited.
“Yes, sir. I’m wet. ”
“Excellent. Now I want you to stroke yourself. You have until the next stoplight to reach orgasm. ”
She sucked in a breath. “Honesty, right?”
“Always,” he said, pleased she felt comfortable enough to be truthful with him.
“I tried once, with an old boyfriend, and couldn’t do it. By myself, I’m fine, but with someone watching?”
He was willing to bet the old boyfriend did nothing more than to sit, watch, and jerk off. What Julie needed was someone with a bit more authority.
“I appreciate your honesty, kitten, but the truth is, that old boyfriend isn’t here. I am. And you’re going to f**k yourself with your fingers, in my car, with me watching, and you’re going to orgasm before we get to the nex
t stoplight. ”
He turned his head slightly to watch. First she looked out the windows. He pressed down on the accelerator and when she turned her gaze to him, he gave her a sly grin.
“Close your eyes. No one’s watching. ”
She looked out the window again, but closed her eyes before he could say anything else.
“Now slip your hand between your legs and feel how wet you are for me. ”
Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as she obeyed.
“That’s it. Pretend it’s me. Those are my fingers parting you, slipping into you. ”
Her body was still tense, almost as if she was fighting herself.
“Except my fingers are bigger than yours, so you need to use two. I’m pumping them into you, going deeper each time, giving your cl*t a little stroke right before entering. ”
Her knees fell to the sides as she worked her fingers in and out.
“That’s it. Feel how deep I’m going. Harder. ”
Before long, she was writhing in her seat, making little moans. He was so hard, he wondered why he thought having her masturbate in his car was a good idea. She rocked her h*ps into her hand and let out a whimper of release right as he stopped at a red light.
He smiled at her self-satisfied grin. “Good job, kitten. I knew you could do it. Now give me your hand. ”
“I’m sorry, sir. What?”
“Your right hand. That orgasm was mine and I want to taste it. ”
He took her offered hand and sucked one finger at a time. By the time he finished, she was shifting in her seat again and his erection was so painful he almost had her go with her original stroking plan.
Instead, he pressed a kiss into her palm and enjoyed her flushed face. “I wonder sometimes . . . ”
“About?”
“How you denied for so long what you so desperately need. ”
She took his hand from where it rested on her thigh, and drew light circles on it. “Maybe I was just waiting for the right man. ”
At her words, something inside his chest grew tight. He found that he couldn’t speak, so instead he simply squeezed her hand and hoped she somehow knew what her spoken words did to him.
• • •
“Is that someone with you, Daniel?” his grandmother asked, peeking around his shoulder. Daniel had only visited the facility once before and that had been when he and Tessa were making their final decision. He was anxious to see how his grandmother was settling in.
“Hello, Mrs. Covington,” Julie said, and stepped to his side.
“I know you, young lady. ”
He was shocked she remembered. Her dementia had been growing steadily worse, especially her short-term memory. Though she had good days, there were times she appeared to reside solely in the past.
“Yes, ma’am, at the floral shop. You were looking for something for your great-granddaughter. I’m Julie. ”
“That’s right, you said pink roses instead of wildflowers. You were right, though I never did understand why people are so taken with roses. Compared to wildflowers, they’re just plain. ” She turned to Daniel. “Come on inside, don’t stand there in the hallway. ”
“Speaking of wildflowers. ” Julie stepped inside while he held the door. “I brought you these as a housewarming gift. ”
His grandmother took the flowers with a wistful smile. “How beautiful. My husband used to bring me wildflowers. It was all he could afford when we first went out. To this day I’d rather have wildflowers than all the roses in the world. ”
Daniel caught Julie’s gaze and mouthed a “thank you” to her. She had been the one to insist he stop at her shop so she could put something together. It’d touched him at the time, but at that moment, as he watched his grandmother, flowers clutched tightly in her hands, lead Julie into the small kitchen for coffee, the tightness in his chest grew.
He followed the ladies, but his grandmother shooed him out.
“I know you want to inspect every inch of my new home to make sure no one left a hair out of place. You go do that while I talk with your Julie. ”