Studying her cake closely, Katy just shrugged.
“Katy, why were you in a police car? What happened? Are you okay?”
Given what she’d been through not that long ago, I could understand his concern, so I decided to go with bro code and tell him what I knew.
“It was her electric scooter,” I told him, getting a glare from her. “She went out on a ride with her dog, and its battery died because she forgot to charge it. Raoul was driving by and gave her a ride back home, then made sure she put it on to charge.”
“Telltale tit,” she snapped, avoiding looking at Jarrod and turning her back to him, so she was facing Tamsin head-on. “I think there’s a flaw with the scooter, you know. I should probably write a strongly worded email to the manuf—”
“Katarianne, I keep telling you to put the damn thing on charge. And why didn’t you call me to say what’d happened? I would have come and got you.”
Wincing, she mumbled, “’Cos my phone was sitting on the box of tools above the charger for the scooter.”
Tipping his head back, Jarrod looked up at the ceiling like he was praying for patience. Once he’d found whatever he was looking for, he leaned in and whispered something in her ear, making her cheeks turn red and earning him a kiss from her.
Leaning in beside me, Tamsin whispered, “That’s some skill he’s got. Take notes.”
Pulling her closer into me, I nuzzled my nose into the side of her head. “I don’t need to take notes. You bring me so much peace that I know you were made for me.”
Tilting her head back, she looked up at me with shiny eyes and a small smile on her face. “Okay, that’s totally a winner.”
Even with the weight of what she was going through hanging over us, I felt lighter than I had in years. I wasn’t lying, with everything I was feeling that I’d never felt before, she was made for me.
The whole night had been a game of foreplay, and I’d reached breaking point as we drove home down the dark country lane. That said, I probably could’ve held off a bit longer if she hadn’t been rubbing her hand up and down my thigh since we’d set off, skimming closer to where my cock was with each pass.
Still, I had the sense to warn her. “Baby, you keep doing that, and I’ll start torturing you back.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her look at me as innocently as possible. “What do you mean?”
That might have worked if she hadn’t decided to cup her hand over my erection, which was stuck down the left leg of my jeans, screaming at me for freedom, increasing the pressure as she moved up and down the length.
Figuring revenge was the best way to handle it, I took my time reaching over, building the anticipation, before rubbing my hand up her silky smooth thigh.
Hearing her sharp intake of breath at the move, I pretended to ignore the fact she’d opened her legs slightly farther apart and asked, “Did you have a good night?”
“What?” she asked, sounding like she’d forgotten we’d just been surrounded by a big group of people.
“Tonight. Did you have a good night?” I brought my hand higher up her thigh with each word until it went under the skirt of her dress.
“Um, yeah, it was great,” she whispered, her rapid breaths sounding loud in the quiet cab of the truck.
“I hadn’t expected there to be as many… Son of a bitch,” I growled, jerking the wheel to the side and directing us off the road and into a grouping of trees. Fortunately, their dense foliage covered us for what I was about to do.
See, on that particular skim, I’d managed to get high enough to feel her panties and had rubbed the knuckles of my hand into her, thinking I was just flirting with her pussy. Not once had I imagined that her panties would have a split right up the fucking middle of them so that instead, I hit her smooth, wet center.
Not willing to remove the hand that was already there, I used my free one to undo both of our seatbelts, then leaned over and caught her leg, angling her so that she was facing me more in her seat. With the lights from the dash, I pulled her legs apart and lifted the bottom of her dress so that I could see what I was feeling.
Sure enough, my girl was wearing a pair of split-crotch panties, and she was so fucking wet that I could see her glistening in the faint light around us.
Swallowing over the lump in my throat, I thought over the fact she’d been wearing these all night. We’d been surrounded by people, in a public place, with her in my arms, the whole night… and her pussy had been accessible the entire time.