She was doing it to be bitchy, but right now she’s my favorite person because everything I could ever need is inside. Flavored lube, condoms, a partially melted chocolate penis—
Okay, I forgot that was in there.
When I kneel back on my seat, going through the bag, I notice him staring at me strangely. “Why did I stop here, Miller?”
“I’m impatient too. Too impatient to wait for everyone to get tired of looking out their windows so they can watch us walk up the drive. I wanted something first. Something I’ve never been brave enough to try before.”
“What? Parking in broad daylight?” Brendan’s teeth dig into his lower lip as he studies me. “Have you been hiding a wild streak of exhibitionism you haven’t told me about?”
He makes me wild. “Do you want to find out?”
“More than you know.”
That’s all I needed to hear. I put my hand between his legs and reach under his seat, pushing it back to give us more room.
Brendan grabs me by my waist and positions me until I’m straddling his lap. “Two men in their thirties with a perfectly respectable bed, making out in the front seat of a car,” he grumbles, holding me tighter when my back bumps the steering wheel. “We’re taking a chance we could get interrupted again. Or pull a muscle.”
I snort out a small laugh and push a button that has the seat reclining enough to give us more room. “I’ll try and make it worth it, old man.”
This time I’m the one kissing him, and the power of that is nearly as heady as his taste. He groans and relaxes beneath me, letting me take the lead.
I brush our lips together, touching his tongue with mine, teasing until he tilts his head to deepen the connection. Just like that first time, I’m instantly lost, unable to think about anything but how good he makes me feel.
The heat we’re generating in the close space is making me sweat. So are the big thumbs that are rubbing hypnotically on my hips bones just beneath the waistband of my jeans. Back and forth…back and forth...until all I can think about is getting us both naked. I want to taste every inch of the man I’ve spent years dreaming about.
Why are we wasting time making out in my car?
Because I dreamed about this, too. Stolen moments that I missed by not dating in high school or going to prom or moving away for college. Those forbidden memories other people look back on with a glint in their eyes. Sweet, self-inflicted torture, when you’re so crazy for each other you can’t breathe, but you have to wait. Because you’re too young, or your parents are home, or you promised not to go all the way until you were ready.
I’m a masochist. My unrequited crush on my best friend is now mutual, he’s right here and ready to take me to bed, and I’m giving him a fully clothed lap dance while he makes deliciously pained noises and can’t seem to stop biting and sucking on my upper lip.
“Please, Millie.”
I reach blindly for the bottle of lube, wrapping his hand around it and grazing my lips over his ear. “I want your fingers inside me.”
“Fuck,” he says roughly, fumbling to flip the cap open. One strong hand reaches between us and rips open my jeans with a force that makes me moan in delight.
I grab the waist of my pants and shove them down a few inches until they stop at Brendan’s thighs. My cock is trapped in my bunched-up underwear, but I’m too impatient to stop. I should have thought this through.
Just when I’m about to suggest we move to the back seat, he grabs the cheek of my ass and spreads it wide, using the lubed fingers of his other hand to trace the tight pucker that’s clenching with arousal and anticipation.
“Are you sure you want to do this here?”
I suck on the skin of his neck, leaving a mark. “I need it, Brendan.”
He groans and pushes his finger inside, making me gasp.
“Tell me if it’s too much.”
“More,” I moan, rocking back on his finger until it’s fully inside me. “Another.”
This time Brendan doesn’t hesitate.
“Oh God.”
I’ve done this to myself but there’s no comparison. His fingers are huge, two of them pulsing with shallow thrusts inside my ass. There’s a pinch of pain, an impossible fullness and sparks lighting up every nerve in my body. Just from his fingers. I might combust when he finally gets his cock inside me. “That’s good.”
“You like that?” he asks hotly. “Having your tight little ass fingered by a man for the first time?”
“I love it.”
He makes another pained sound, fingers curving and pumping deeper inside me. A third joins the mix, stretching me until I cry out in surprise. It’s almost too much. I’m sucking in air and forcing myself to relax around him, but I can’t get my bearings.